Walking in the hut on a cold night.
I feel like a general.
Plan a war.
Look at my soldiers.
-One poem after another
Chinese characters are gathered one by one.
How to integrate them?
How to make them lively and agile?
Full of passion and fighting spirit
Become a successful teacher
I'm thinking, thinking.
Conquer the vast spiritual position
Sincerity without emotion.
Deep thinking
Patience and meticulousness are also indispensable.
After repeated iterations,
My soldier
Enter the state and position.
-The battle is about to begin.
So, I seem to see it.
My heart is covered with blood.
It's rising and flying.
In the elegance and hope of poetry
Xiu-xiu
The War of Poetry Modern Poetry 2 I like bloody history.
Such as the history of war, reclamation, and pioneering.
gunfire
This is my favorite sound.
Sword and shadow-the fierce battle of sword and shadow
This is my favorite scenery.
I always have an illusion before my eyes.
I led an army armed to the teeth.
The army array is magnificent, and the iron hoof is advancing rapidly.
Advance, attack, occupy
On a bloody night
There is no longer a person standing in this position.
Everything is dead.
There is only one old tree.
The blackened branches stretched out into the sky.
And a military flag.
Wings full of bullet holes
Rummaging through the smoke
I stood on the ruins.
Cleverly flicked the dust on the cloak.
Waving a stick and pointing.
Take chopsticks, for example
Taste your own dinner.
It smells good. It's enjoyable.
This is my own war.
Actually, it's my subconscious.
A kind of drying of some feelings
Or characterization.
This relationship I'm running now.
Same nature as war.
It coincides with the idea of war.
Combines the mechanisms of war.
My direction of travel
This is a door full of roses.
The target of my attack
This is a heart engraved with love.
The highland I occupied.
It is a fragrant soul.
My war is warm.
My results are very mellow.
My prisoner is my favorite.
The most pro-people
The War of Poetry Modern Poetry 3 People Hidden in the Dark
My hand is always caught off guard by me.
In an instant, suddenly blunt come over.
Like a spear with teeth exposed.
And those buried in the body
Explosive, always on me.
Suddenly exploded in a trance.
Break my heart.
Facing the surprise, I lost weight.
Body, always after shaking again.
Still, like a root.
A spring suddenly attacked by animals.
Then, smile quietly.
Fragments that bind the soul
Happy neighbors
I'm sitting in the street.
In the whale's belly, follow it.
Shuttle through the vast night sea
The girl sitting on my right
Leaning your head on the seat is for the sake of
Sneaking around in a dream. The sound of her breathing
As delicate as her figure.
The big one on my left.
Dude, I'm talking to him.
Children who babble amuse themselves.
His face is like this.
The most beautiful flower in autumn night.
These two neighbors of mine
Are enjoying what belongs to them.
Happiness, only me
Like a wandering soul, trying to find out
Things that have nothing to do with yourself.
A slight cough.
One by one from my chest
Jump out, as if in
Tell yourself: I'm still alive
Reverse thinking
A leaf has fallen.
I heard you. Who's behind me?
Give me a whisper.
Autumn is coming.
Autumn is coming.
I think of death, drifting, and
Let me shudder to death.
How many years of life is this?
Immature inertial thinking
A leaf
Since spring, it's just
Quietly collect sunshine and rain and dew
Collect gold in the sky
Now, chattering in the autumn wind.
It returned to the earth peacefully.
It's like walking on a branch.
This is the most normal thing.
Actually, this is another kind of birth.
Poems that like to hide and seek.
When I'm like a wild animal
Be closely chased by the world
Run around in the street
She is far away from me.
I shouted.
She just ignored me.
I reached out and grabbed it again and again.
Only she is beautiful.
clothes
Of course, so will she.
Knock on the door suddenly, or
Like an unexpected angel.
I'm at a loss.
Such a moment
I am like a god in distress.
Like, an unpolluted lake.
Water-quiet and clear
The War of Poetry Modern Poetry 4—— My Mother Zhao Yiman's Random Thoughts
The gun went off,
She finally fell down,
Blood stained the snow,
It also dyed the sunset red.
"I come from China."
A simple sentence sums up everything,
Those eyes are full of persistence and hatred.
Said she was stubborn?
I don't know,
She is not stubborn,
But because
"I come from China."
The bird nestled in its mother's arms,
Is it because of fear?
I don't know,
This is not fear,
But enjoy maternal love.
Say "Ning Er"
Through the calm sky,
Wake up the bird in mom's arms.
In her keen eyes.
Has long been occupied by Ning Er.
That honest heart,
With Ning Er.
She's tired,
No longer have the strength to endure torture,
There is no chance to serve the country again.
She was so sad,
Why can't you see Ning Er?
But she knew,
When she attended War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and dropped the weekly enclosed letter into the mailbox,
Never see Ning Er again.
But she knew,
Ning Er is connected with the heart.
Eyes closed gradually,
It's time to rest,
And the rest will never wake up.
The last ray of sunshine is gone,
What rises is a red sun.
This mother was in the war,
Where are you flying to?
When are you going to see Ning Er?
You know,
Ning Er thinks about you all the time?
Do you remember,
That beautiful painting.
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