I don’t want modern poetry

I seem to be very leisurely

Lying quietly on the sparkling water

Looking around at Tianran

Looking at the people around me Hand in hand

The indigo in the distant mountains comes into view

I seem to be very happy

Enjoying the joy of the waves

Listening to the loud Singing

Wave after wave echoes on the mountainside

Carefully try to figure out whether the angler has harvested

I seem to be very useful

You or his Throw it away

It makes me run and whistle with the current

Accompanied by melon rinds and scraps of paper

I seem to be very comfortable

Embracing the blue sky The blue sky

Looking around at a group of ragged friends

Towards the distant sea

I don’t seem to care

You or He looked at me with disdain

My ups and downs were disgraceful

Like a lonely swimmer

No, not really

None of this is my intention

Just imagine, who is willing to go with the flow

Who likes to be treated as waste and trash

And who is willing to live in this beautiful place? The world

Being despised and spurned by others

The once glorious me

Standing proudly at the neatly sized counter

Being envied and appreciated , and then be kissed

Even if you are abandoned, you will ride on a big card to play around the world

Then happily join the recycling group

Demonstrate your own value

That way I will be happy and enjoy it

People

Please accept my small request

Please raise your noble hands

Then gently move your swaying lotus steps

Throw me into the box

Because I don’t want to be useless trash