Cutting modern poetry

Pointed

Pointed

Or sharp

Or top

He sat on it very steadily

Or being carried very lightly

Like a piece of paper, like a white flag

When the wind blows

It flutters and sways

The base

Very solid

Very broad

My motherland, you are

My motherland, you are my mother

But As majestic as Mount Everest

Motherland, you are my father

But as gentle as the Yangtze River

Maybe both

The beautiful mountains and rivers

My motherland, I am very proud

I am Chinese

My motherland, I am very proud

After my death, I will be deeply Lying deeply in your arms

Feeling your warm body temperature

Motherland

My poems have no language

Praising you

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Only tears drip in

Your generous chest

Understand

The spring rain falls

The seedlings know how to grow quickly

The autumn sun shines

Fruits know how to be full quickly

Breastfeeding

Babies know how to grow up quickly

Mother’s farewell look

Working men know how to return quickly

Homecoming

A huge piece of snow

Standing upright

< p> Like a white wall

Blocking my way

I guess

The world over there is very peaceful

The world over there is very equal

The air in the world over there is fresh

The houses in the world over there are oval

Is the world over there

There is a place for me

My shadow is reflected on the wall

Looking very young

The train

The train roars< /p>

Tear to pieces

The clear scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait during the day

The blurry scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait at night

The train’s forehead

Plunging into the tunnel

Struggling like a trapped animal

Finally out of the woods

The train felt comfortable

A loud laugh

Late at night

The people in the carriage are sleeping soundly

The train is still running wildly

Welcome to another dawn

Created in 2016928

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