Modern poetry on the magical continent

I seem to have entered a magical continent.

All matter has a soul like man.

My people want to have a pair of wings in situ.

Overlooking the Great Wall of Wan Li from space.

Nature hides tigers everywhere in Wolong.

I neglected some meaningless time.

I stood still and kept silent.

Grasshoppers on the grassland

I am a rockery.

I didn't come easily.

I am not an insatiable hunter.

But better than a hunter.

I mean my archery.

My eyes are my bow.

Sunshine is an arrow.

Pierce the shield of the night.

I don't think my mind is ready to go back in time.

On an infinite football field.

Do you know what I will do next?

One's game is over.

I call for a lovely white cloud.

Of course, I have to fly around the Himalayas several times.

At the highest mountain in the world, I use my ears.

I heard a banging sound.

Why is it so exciting?

That is definitely the voice of the world that Tiangong has never heard before.

So I became a conductor.

I see people narrowing the space for flying.

Our temperature is in the fifth season.

Common climate

Our hearts are blooming in the beautiful fields.