Shanghai, thinking about modern poetry

The Bund in the night, eyes slightly closed.

Invisible, the last bloom of the Oriental Pearl.

A little attachment, strong wind. Footsteps, affectionate.

Stick to the veil of emotion and refuse lightning.

Hiding on the Bai Yunbian, sipping his mouth.

A little cunning, stealing white and black at will

concept

Missing, hidden in the depths of the eyes.

Roll the memory tightly into a ball, with the help of Hanshan

Lava that has been cooled for thousands of years calls for the long-awaited

Warm, the body of the soul is unwilling to be lonely.

Living in the ripples of Suzhou River, one step at a time.

Lotus flowers come in various shapes and styles, and they are enjoyed alone.

Goose flying south

The sky is still unattainable and full of fatigue.

Lazy in the noisy ears of the past, my daydream

I don't want to be hatched by time, but I can only live in the treetops.

An abandoned egg in the nest, motionless.

Let spiders pull thousands of messy silk threads.

Take your time, a little, and make a cocoon.