Modern Poetry with Mixed Feelings in Foreign Lands

The days I will walk through

Collected at midnight

Borrowed the farmer's bamboo sieve

Sifted out a seed

Planted into dreams

Use the air that has just been moistened with sweat

The seeds have just been moisturized

A piece of green has sex with the world

Influenced by a leaf of duckweed

Like me, or I am like

Nothing is important

Wandering in another hometown

The wind and rain are coming

I am destined to be strong in this life

The moon walks into the night with comfort

Whose house does the morning light come from? I walked out of the corner of the wall

I saw them clearly

Just as they saw me clearly

At that time, I learned to respect Marriage

Pingshan, no matter how I imagine it

It is all related to a woman

My wife, and that arm of harbor

The tall buildings behind my house are like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain

In a moment, they are one piece, one large piece

What the wind peels off is suffering and backwardness

It cascades with the bamboo clothes As root fertilizer

Otherwise, how could the building be so high?

A series of non-stop sound of wheels replaced the loneliness of the winding path

< p> It’s enough to make me think about far away places

The past again and again

The rain carved by the wind leaves no name

No one can find it Have you ever had your first love?

I had no choice but to pat my trousers

Gaze along the direction where the dust fell off

The scenery growing out of the earth

No less loyal than a lifetime——

A city-state with mountains and rivers