Modern historical poetry

The history of modern poetry 1 the name of the above day.

More plunder

Round and rod-shaped

From every corner of history

Rush to, gush out

Seek novelty and beauty, strive for strength and struggle.

In the black box

Dirty, filthy and vicious.

You can also wear clothes and hats.

Apply powder and pigment-beautify

Jingxin decoration

Always as a gentleman and a saint.

From TV, newspapers, Internet

Make a grand debut

Are the claws in the sun?

The fiercest talons

See the weak

Can't help jumping, grabbing and pressing.

After all, teeth are on the earth

The teeth of the sharpest stork

Whoever hits it will break it.

It breaks at the touch.

As long as there is enough sunshine.

Water and grass

As long as there is enough

Even if there are only weak sheep

No matter how greedy and fierce the beast is.

Only one mouth.

I'm full, and I'm drunk.

Only the heart of bodhisattva

The care of leaders

Like sunshine and rain.

In every possible way, anywhere

All living things

Before it is eaten.

Anyone can eat grass freely.

Warm and happy

intimately

be infinitely proud

Sing if you want.

Love if you want.

Historical. Modern poetry in a drop of water II

There is the tenacity of the Nile scouring the wasteland.

In the brick

There is the majestic winding of the Great Wall of Wan Li.

In the lily

It is regrettable that the hanging garden collapsed.

be all tears

There is the sorrow of the reincarnation of the holy city of wailing wall.

In a footprint

Swimming with Xuanzang's messenger.

In prayer

There is a heavy hesitation in Mecca.

In a bamboo slip

There is the tireless pursuit of Confucius.

In a kiss

Have Plato's future ideal.

In a clump of weeds

There is humiliating sorrow in Yuanmingyuan.

In a wisp of smoke

People were desperate for the decline of ancient Rome.

In a bunch of torches

The Olympia spark is sacred.

A grain of yellow sand

The pyramids have stood proudly for thousands of years.

In the broken wall that broke through the ground

This is the pain of Babylon's destruction

In Hu Yangshu a thousand years ago.

Have the glory of the ancient Loulan.

Who is the alarm bell ringing for?

I'm at a loss.

Who understands historical feelings?

Looking forward to growing old with all living things.