There is an urgent need for a modern poem. There is no limit to the number of words and the theme to be handed in tomorrow, not too much.

Chongbailu (Taiwan Province Province) woke up to find that the vines were full of fruits. What else can I say? I have a man's stubborn rock stratum, and you are just a small seed, a small gap, and a little warmth. Today, it has spread to the whole weight of my life. Youth is fleeting and never comes back, which is beyond the understanding of boys and girls who are in their prime. But poetry is undoubtedly the best carrier to convey this instant feeling to others. But it is the author's life experience and literary skill that makes the disappearance of a youthful dream so three-dimensional, touching and melancholy. The first section is "Wake Up", which is a huge leap in time: "I" has changed from a young man in his prime to a middle-aged man with many children, just like a vine full of fruits now. At that time, "a small seed" was accidentally blown into a crack in the rock by the wind, and then germinated and grew up. Now it has become "full of green leaves and branches" and "the whole weight of my life" How time flies! Youth is gone forever! The myriad emotions revealed in the poem, as well as the faint feeling of loss, are tightly wrapped in the obscurity and obscurity of the poem, giving people a beautiful enjoyment. This poem is ingenious in conception and unique in metaphor, which can be described as a masterpiece of its kind. Homesickness Xi Murong's hometown song is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night, but his hometown face is a kind of vague disappointment, like a wave in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings, and I will never feel nostalgic for my hometown, which can be said to be an unchanging and eternal emotion of human beings. Wanderers, drifters and vagrants who are far away from home hope to return to their roots even when they are very old. Xi Murong summed up this homesickness with a short poem with seven lines and three sections: the first section is about the freshness of the local accent, and the flute "always rings on a moonlit night". Imagine how many nights there is no moonlight all year round, which vaguely means that travelers always miss home. The second section is about homesickness, and I miss my hometown more and more. Over time, the corridors in my hometown were all collapsed, leaving only a vague sadness, such as parting in the fog, as thick as blood but separated by a misty cloud. It is vivid and natural to describe the vague and melancholy impression of hometown with the wave of parting in the fog, and to describe the abstract subjective feeling with a tangible concrete. The third layer writes about the eternity of homesickness. It is a transition from the lingering local accent and homesickness on the upper two floors, and its form is very novel. The gradual shift of levels makes the theme from vague to vivid. The poet expressed deep ocean-like sadness, nostalgia and disappointment with the image metaphor of a tree without wheels living forever in the hearts of vagrants. The fusion of emotional expression and image choice makes the whole poem far-reaching in artistic conception. Appropriate natural metaphors and concise and beautiful language give the whole poem an idyllic artistic conception. (Wang Xiaowei)