Modern poetry about birds

The "flying" part of Chen Bo's life saw the danger of the road, grew wings and jumped into the washed sky. Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving. This small body is really destroyed at the touch, and there are not many days when the weather is good at high altitude. Birds and birds walk in the trace of wings. The crow of fire makes the cold air admit that the body temperature is higher. Birds are the tip of an arrow. The lonely sky knows the sharpness of meat and the pain of piercing birds. Every bird is a failed hero. The little body died as soon as it flew. The sky witnesses that love begins at high altitude. Two birds stopped in the air and collided with their lips from time to time. Their happiness is to hold each other's hot bodies so that their thirsty lives don't collapse in selfless love. The wings far away from flowers are open petals, which let each other declare happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. When the sun is shining in the forest, one bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love at the most dizzy time until it hurts and sobs. In the past, a group of birds fell from the branches, and they trembled at the thought of their lives and cried in their hearts. Sometimes we call this sound birdsong. We sat under the tree and listened to it. Listening to the melody it retrieved from the friction of clouds, we were intoxicated and even had a long song of lust. People who cry can sit directly in the sound of birds with bird-like vocal cords, and their ears are highly consistent with the sound of birds. He understands that kind of beautiful and desperate sadness. This is the sacrifice of life. It's like a funeral starting with the whole bird's chest, like a killing. The delicate body only prepared a sharp sword for the wind. Because the weak bird never leaves the mountains and rivers, the old bird's wings collapse. This bird is too small. I can't see blood, scars or groans. It stood there quietly, watching other birds carrying their own lives in the clouds. The old bird was pushed off the branch, and a pile of fallen feathers flew away to choose the last free dust. Only one crying pupil can be seen in the dust. Who made Liu Bang's words roar at the bird? "Death" tries to approach the blue days, and birds' lives can't stay away from the darkness. Therefore, it is soul-stirring nonsense in the dream, and it is a powerful story of human bird hunting. They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed, but they will not die on the road. Sometimes we see a bird flying and it disappears. The bird has begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place as a mockery of them. Throw your body into the darkness, let the sky-blue thoughts slip into the wind and into the flying clouds, and let future generations see through the essentials of flying. Can birds fly or not? You landed on my balcony and I watched you. You looked at me without saying a word, trying to see what we could do with each other. You said the lonely guy stretched out behind you in the cold northern morning. What's the matter with you? You didn't return it all night. Afraid of traffic jams and getting up early for work, can the broken eyes in the city be complete? You stand on my balcony and keep flying, or you can't fly. I am idle and melodramatic about your life. "Crow, smoking a cigarette is my pleasure at the moment"-I want to dedicate this poem to my friend Wu Ya. I can't forget the crow's feathers any more than I can forget the night. Simply light a cigarette and burn it in the crow's eyes. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset stole my lover's dress and the night stole my eyes. The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, the happiness ends the lost time, and the falling ash falls happily. Inging and Woodpecker (Fable Poem) The pests and diseases in the forests of Kong Fei are getting more and more serious. The sick tree got sick in the wind, and the woodpecker flew and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming-"What a loving voice! What a wonderful singing voice! Only the children of Ingrid can have such a beautiful singing voice. This young woodpecker made the doctor's father not see her as a medical family for the first time, but forgot to bring a scalpel. The disease spreads in the epidermis of diseased trees, but there is no cure. The voice of love in her ear is still "I am coming, I am coming." The voice is no longer pleasant and gradually becomes hoarse. Ingrid gave him a good voice, but he ruined it. What's the use of such a woodpecker? If you want to listen to singing, you can listen to Ingrid's songs. Ingrid's mothers nurtured the woodpecker's children, and the woodpecker's children learned the art of pecking insects from their father. Ingrid has paid the price. Some children were changed by woodpecker's parents before they were born, so that beautiful songs were born in death. This forest is so beautiful. Woodpeckers saved the forest. Did you hear the bloody cry of songbirds? There are also many unsung heroes in the world. They trained the descendants of rebellious heroes wholeheartedly. Birds in spring, birds in spring, like to sing in the green forest. Your singing has the rhythm of spring. Your song praises the warmth of the sun. Your song, the hope of a new life on earth. Birds in spring, only you can sing spring songs. Your song wakes up, this gloomy hibernating forest and hibernating soil ... Spring birds, I like your song. I would like to be a spring bird, flying in the sunny and green forest without dawn with your song. Crow 1: It's gray and black all year round, I don't care. Even rural teachers are glib these days. In fact, they were not stupid, but refused to join in the fun and said some euphemistic auspicious words. They just want to be a poet with a conscience. They always cry and curse crows. 2: All the year round, they don't care about it. Even rural teachers are dressed up these days. Charming and pretentious poet Huang's unknown tape is on the verge of singing "Look at the birdcage again": open the door of the birdcage, let the birds fly away and return freedom to the sky.