How long does it need to be?
Look at the poems of the famous poet Love (nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature).
Longer ones: "Looking", "Reading Du Fu in the Car"
Longer ones: "Back to the Sea", "The Lament of the Ape"
Super long: "Reprint of Blood"
Very long: "Driftwood"
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"Looking Home at the Border"
Author: Love< /p>
While talking
we arrived at Lok Ma Chau
The fog was rising, we reined in our horses and looked around in a daze
The palms began Sweating
The nostalgia in the telescope expanded dozens of times
Dispersed like chaos in the wind
When the distance is adjusted to a heart-stopping level
A distant mountain flew towards me
I was hit into a serious injury
Serious internal injuries
I’m sick, I’m sick
As sick as the withered cuckoo bush on the hillside
There is only one left
Squatting behind the "No Crossing Boundary" sign
Hemoptysis. And at this time
an egret rose up from the paddy field
flew over Shenzhen
and suddenly turned back
And at this time, The partridge sings with the sound of fire
The smoky cry
Every sentence
Penetrates the spring cold in March in a foreign place
I was My eyes are burning red and my blood is brimming with blood
After your awakening is the vernal equinox
The Qingming Festival is not far away
I actually understand Guangdong’s Local pronunciation
When the rain turns the vast land
into a cyan language
Well! You said, beyond Futian Village is Shuiwei
The soil of the motherland is within reach
But what I grabbed back was still a palm of cold mist
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"Looking for 》
Author: Love
Panasonic has no children to ask
In fact, no one knows what is on the other side of the clouds
Mountain climbing We don’t run for fun
We just wipe the sweat before the wind comes
My legs are weak, which proves that the peak is still far away from heaven
. The light mist above is like smoke
It looks quite like the poems of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties
As for the temple bell
When it reached my ears, it was already a thousand years later.
So, if I look at the mountains the way Tao Yuanming did
I won’t sweat my blue shirt and become out of breath
But I must climb
Just searching for that sound
It shocked my heart and moved me
The chirping of cicadas in the empty mountain
This is the best
I looked back and cheered loudly at the bottom of the mountain
I finally found it
A gray-white cicada
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This is what I recommend for the time being. If a poet’s work is not suitable or you don’t like it, we will discuss it again and recommend it to you again. There are thousands of poems for you to choose from, and hundreds of famous writers for you to choose from.