Will my poems written in junior high school be better than shallow ones?

Any cross-border may cause a carnival.

Poetry has been silent for a long time since the golden age of 1980s.

When "facing the sea, spring blossoms" became a real estate advertisement, when "the night gave me black eyes" became shouting wheat, poetry had already passed away with the youth after 7080.

Occasionally, apart from the sadness of the poet's death, it is actually the so-called "poem" that surprises people's chin.

I remember that more than ten years ago, there were also people whose three views were shattered. "Being a ghost is also happy";

Then came Lihua's body:

There are also lambs and shallow bodies that are very popular recently.

I really can't extract it. Search for it yourself.

Unfortunately, these things that people seem to be joking have also been highly praised.

These are all modern poems.

Whenever I see these so-called "poems", I believe that there really exists a word in the world, and that is:

Appreciate ugliness.

These "poems" and "comments" on these poems constitute the unique performance art of this era.

What it demonstrates is not the beauty of words and thoughts, but the logic of relationship and existence.

After all, a toilet can also exist as an art, such as the famous "spring".

In that case, who can absolutely say that shit and urine are worthless?

However, what can move, infect and inspire people, maybe I don't know;

When it is in front of me, I can feel it with my heart.

Until now, I still remember the poems I read in middle school. I haven't searched these poems, but I just typed them directly from my memory at that time, which may not be so accurate:

……

They constitute my achievements and my memory.

And those so-called styles are just talking and laughing.

Finally, I wrote a poem in middle school, which is very simple, but I can smell the land and even think of youth and innocence:

Seasons and seasons

Pass sb by

green

Finally sprouted in my heart.

Can't feel the first spring breeze

but

When I heard the word "forward"

therefore

I looked for it specially.

Through the cold wind

Cultivator

A thousand-year-old attitude

Dialogue with the earth

In the arms of harmony

With indescribable warmth

Get married in spring

spring breeze

Is her maid of honor.

Reluctant to leave in winter.

Because she has put

Vigor and green

Freezing sincerely

The center of the earth

Cows who feel different winds

I still smell the spring.

Awaken her deep sleep of accumulating strength.

Start looking

Long-lost fragrance

finally

Tears in winter.

after all

She used cold air

Sharpen the earth

She used snow.

Decorate the earth

With her, she left sadly.

Crystal tears.

Delicate bridesmaid

Turn into spring rain

The dream of spring is too heavy.

Can't seem to bear it

The joy of change

When the plow kisses the dark soil

Put her dream

reform

Spring and winter

Pass sb by

In the unfinished years

smile

pear flower take rain

When the earth wakes up from its deep sleep

Let's get together again

Spring is coming

With winter tears

With a married smile

This is a poem written by me, an ordinary middle school student.