Modern Poetry Describing Chengdu

Crossing Chengdu (Luzhou, Sichuan) Bailianchun Once, I crossed Chengdu countless times, and every time I wanted to stop for a long time, I wanted to reach out and touch the souls who were resting in Chengdu, and even wanted those souls to take me away. I guess many times, Chengdu doesn't know where Chengdu started, how many people are crossing Chengdu with their lives, no matter where they started or where they went, how many people fell in Chengdu and how many people got up at Chengdu Railway Station. Chengdu, where no one fell, is not Chengdu where no one stood up. There is no doubt that Chengdu is not stone or glass, and of course it is not crystal or gold, but iron. Chengdu is a melting pot, burning upward, forward and in all directions. At least 10,000 kilograms of salt has been deposited in every pore. When Chengdu is in the water, it is hard. When Chengdu was on fire, it arrived in Chengdu on a soft morning. I am a baby who left Chengdu in the evening. I am an old man. This is not to say that Chengdu is a lost place. Absolutely not! Chengdu is just a whirlpool of years and a sweet dream. Besides me, how many people want to fall asleep gently in Chengdu's arms and wake up slowly in Chengdu's arms? Really, I want to make a bone spur, deeply stuck in the lumbar spine of Chengdu, and let Chengdu make my forehead sweat and tears in my eyes. Really, I want to be one of them. Those souls who rest in Chengdu (Author: Bai Lianchun, 1965 from Shawan Township, Luzhou City, Sichuan Province). 15 years old, ran away from home, first became a soldier, then wandered, and then worked. At the end of 2008, he returned to his hometown, rented a house by the Yangtze River, wrote poems, essays, novels and screenplays. Occasionally earn a little money by publishing, and eventually achieve nothing, still satisfied. Many beautiful things in this world have never been discovered, but I still love them. Search: Modern poems about Chengdu are best written by famous writers.