I and the humanistic perspective of poetry

We should not only embody human values, but also have a new understanding of a harmonious society. Of course, the most important thing is to express the people-oriented theme.

Brother, listen to me sing a song.

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You are sumac.

Every time I cut you open,

Sticky thoughts will flow out

Made, mixed and diluted.

It is planned to be the color of anyone else.

Wrapping and covering.

On a journey without any signs of life

Put up with dust

You are a rubber tree.

There is always a sharp knife.

Stripping your heart again and again

Fresh blood gurgled.

You are an ordinary plant.

But it carries an industrial bag.

Like other plants,

Deprivation and injury

launch

Be imitated

By a pair of hands called chemistry

Use polymer chemicals.

Register your name first.

Make your name dirty.

No tears when I want to cry.

Only feel dejected.

Bobby, you have the most beautiful flowers.

The biggest temptation of your savings.

Roses and peonies only bloom.

Openness and beauty are their fatal characters.

Peach, plum, apricot and plum are very small.

They sincerely hope for the best results.

After you bloom,

Folded calyx

Cultivate dense seeds

Feed them an emulsion called desire.

Then cut it again and again.

Repeated injuries

The desire to be collected bit by bit.

This comes from an old legend.

Legend can make people fade away the pain.

Legend has it that torture can be forgotten.

You are used to encouragement.

You're used to incitement.

You can only wander in the crowd.

Your quality and reputation are getting worse and worse.

Garlic has experienced flooding and glory.

Mung beans are also dyed with gold.

Who is saying that this year is the once-in-a-lifetime winter?

Even older than tree fossils.

It has also been transformed. Black and pink appeared.

Rejuvenate

my farmer brother

After the autumn harvest

Go to the corner of the city

Looking for his food.

Dress up as a plant.

Cover up his hunger and thirst

Poet, look at these plants

Look at the life of these cutting plants.

Do you have anything to say?

Is there no awakening without pain?

Is there nothing to say without pain?

What needs pain is the wound.

Or pain needs a wound?

What needs pain is poetry.

Or does pain need poetry?

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