Dance drama of life, modern poetry

The dance drama of life

including the bitter sense of happiness has been taken away

Dancing shoes and wheelchairs twisted into curves

The skirt of fireflies was lost

The leading role, supporting role and extras

were sent to the till in turn by cash trucks

They passed through the familiar crowd

and drew eyebrows. Make-up

aim at the stage lights

curtain call opening

Time continues to define the living

Others are put in small black boxes

Broken bones

It looks scary white

Dark room

Sister, sister, Come and see

green grass grows in the black room

Why does Dad's beard turn white several times before it grows

If silence means death

, let me die deeper

Let me cover my body with a thin frost

Look at how beautiful and pale wax is. Plants that are not suitable for growth are redundant on earth

abandoned and uprooted

but they will never die easily

A barnyard grass lives grovelling-

Grass doesn't grow like grass

Crops don't grow like crops

What do you want to do with it

Deeper eyes

Don't be like my ashes. Live <

caressing her every door and window

is like caressing her death

coming back to life

Another country has its living feathers

The evidence of those deaths is not credible

It decided to wake up tonight

bid farewell to the prison before dawn

The world has lost what you are looking for

-those melancholy eyes

. After many times of water

the phoenix tree in front of the door never blooms

the abrupt branches and buds turn green

it hurts to touch your fingers

the back of spring is still intact standing on the branch

some are pecked on the ground by sparrows

an unfinished picture

hangs askew in the sky.