A modern poem praising winter-Crossing Winter
—— (Author/Gan Yu)
I went through my winter.
This is my unique winter.
I won't talk about it.
But I don't expect spring.
Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.
Look blankly at a tree
Branches on the tree
In decline
A pile of firewood on the ground
The higher the cardinality.
Above the old man's forehead
The winter sun shines on him.
The pace of winter is accelerating.
The winter I have experienced
It is such a winter.
I won't talk about it.
That's the truth.
No one can change it.
Nobody can hide it.
Like a bird without a name
Air-dried skeleton
Hanging between the trunk and the fork
Laugh at your eyes
You can feel it
Fast speed
Smash a corpse to pieces
Praise for Winter Modern Poetry II "Winter"
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud sounds today?