Modern Poetry of Scarecrow 1 Scarecrow
I don't know who dressed me.
I don't know who put me in a deserted field.
Dressed like a poor clown
I don't care about this deliberate uglification.
But I really can't forgive the man who stole my eyes and heart.
Why didn't you burn my suitcase from the beginning?
Give me my last dignity as a scarecrow.
Because there are no eyes or hearts.
I am destined to have no hatred in this world.
When the wind blows,
I know that snowflakes will fall one after another.
And your steps suddenly become blurred in memory.
I know that death is approaching me.
You also immediately became a grave in my life.
Never hear the rough waves of the sea.
Never see the spring blossoms.
Life after escaping from the body
The soul becomes pure and noble.
I am just an ugly scarecrow.
But also longing for a sweet and quiet.
In the incomplete dream, you can hear an affectionate call.
Modern Poetry of Scarecrow 2 Scarecrow
You are used to standing, silent and motionless.
You are used to wind, sun, cold and snow.
You are used to day and night.
Your feet
Casa de Lava
Fall into the whirlpool of love and hate
Fall into the wheel of fate
It is never dark.
in the dark
The acacia flowers are still red and fluffy.
Wisteria is still purple and white.
This has nothing to do with day and night.
I miss you, and I miss her.
This has nothing to do with day and night.
It has nothing to do with sunny days and rain.
It doesn't matter whether she knows or not.
Although you will try to let her know.
Thought of here.
So happy.
When night approaches dawn.
Black is even less black.
Water mist and kitchen smoke are white.
The sky and the house are dark blue.
Lights and skylights are red and yellow.
Chickens crow to dogs and people crow to people. It's very warm.
Thought of here.
be full of joy
You are the freedom in the world.
You'll think like them
You will grow old.
The sunshine is very good
Fall down on this day
This may be the way the world ends.
The Scarecrow's Modern Poetry 3 "The Pastor"
injured
hide
Don't let people see sadness.
because
Exile is a mistake.
let alone
This is someone else's fault.
We can no longer
Repeat one's mistakes
I heard that tears can produce tears.
And what we want is magnanimity to promote magnanimity
therefore
Hide yourself
Become a scarecrow and lean on the upper hand of Tanobu.
No heart, no thoughts, no feelings. One person.
The burden and triviality of life
My mind has consumed a long time.
Call for millions of times
Come back quickly.
But you're still out of reach
Really tired
How many times have I felt like I was about to fall?
Fragile tears
flood
In order to continue this day.
Still showing a stubborn smile
because
Still in the sun
Still in spring.
There are many brothers and sisters.
One day, the world with land will still exist.
Adjust your mood.
Listen, mangoes fall in the rain.
Lupine grass chirps under the lamp.
A vast field
day and night
Words cannot be described or calculated.
Alternately care and miss
As long as you are good.
Autumn harvest season
We will go hand in hand.
Walking barefoot in the field of hope
Hope/expectation
Hope/expectation
Take off the straw.
return
The real man
Modern Poetry of Scarecrow 4 Scarecrow
The ears of grain are protected in heaven.
General Tie stood guard.
You can see how safe you are.
More is honor or capital.
The human eye.
Your loneliness-my head
You still have to have a baby.
I have to dock with you and lower my qualifications.
I don't regret cooperating.
He tied me to a scarecrow bracket.
There is a body in the field.
Floral clothes keep pace with the golden fields.
I only regret that my arms are tied.
Just depressed. The fan is a little worn.
That hat is never straight.
It's also sanctimonious to me.
I don't regret it, though
The wind will never pass through the hand that can't swing.
Holding fan-shaped banana leaves with different diameters.
What are the timid crows and sparrows spying on?
Is it my majesty or ugliness
I found him, my master.
Requirements for lifting to a certain height
Minus his anger at the invasion.
I don't regret it, though
Your children and grandchildren will deny you.
Even if he comes home with the autumn harvest.
At dusk, I was unloaded on the building.
With wildfires reduced to ashes
I don't think he will abandon it again.
That land is barren and alkali-deficient.
I'll make up for it with acid.
Children and grandchildren conceived by the enemy
One is fatter than the other.
Every generation has become arrogant.