Dark clouds are the time for takeoff and landing.
The birds are scattered.
Blue slash,
Whip the dark Woods,
It's like hitting a thousand sticks,
Touched the hearts of a thousand old people.
-heart, where is home,
Where is your roof?
Grass leaves, intoxicated with sobs,
Daisy, imitate awakening.
The wind said to the rain:
You are water, and you will return to water.
So the rain gathered at its original edge,
Into a stream, into a river.
Silent lightning on the ice,
Make heavy. The bank rumbled away,
Suddenly it closed again.
The most wonderful modern poem 2: Really.
The dense fog whitened every trunk,
In the long hair hanging freely in the stable,
Wild bees are flying. Green flood
Just the dawn blocked by the embankment.
This morning,
I forgot our age.
Stone, the ice cracked.
Left our fingerprints on the water.
Really, it's spring,
The beating heart disturbed the clouds in the water.
There is no nationality in spring,
Baiyun is a citizen of the world.
Reconciliation with mankind,
My singing.
The most wonderful modern poem 3: the song of migratory birds
We are a group of migratory birds,
Fly into the prison in winter;
At the green dawn,
Explore the end of the world
Let the fallen feathers,
Fall on the girl's head;
Let strong wings,
Hold up the sun.
We swept through the dark clouds,
Shake your temples over the rainbow;
We gently brushed the wind,
Flying pocket is full of songs.
This is our cry,
The iceberg was scared to cry;
Is our ridicule,
Ross blushed with shame.
North, hometown,
Please accept our dream:
Trees grow from every crack in the ice,
Bells and bells full of joy ...