Write modern poems about the west! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Modern Poetry and Grassland Writing/Wang Weike, you have become a pale green posture and delicate expression, and your skin is welcoming the call of life and the care and collection of Tengger singer Heaven. This vast expanse region, let the free blood melt into your body, clean and unrestrained soul. In a depressed and empty city, I feel and long for your self-esteem. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart. How I hope that one day your limbs can stretch in all directions. Try to spread out and let the hope of life swallow up the bad influence brought by sandstorm. The vast territory is full of vigorous horses, clear springs, beautiful swaying reeds, flying swans, fat sheep, simple herders, rich horse milk and delicious meat. The primitive state continues here, and the pure heart is bred here. You are God's reward for good and evil human beings, and you are confused. The harsh reality of paradise in China is destroying you mercilessly. Your fountain has become muddy and dirty. Your face has turned yellow. Who foolishly buried your beauty? Now in my eyes, I can only look at the old imagination. Numb human beings have lost their conscience. People who are difficult to fill in, you really want to be buried quietly by rolling yellow sand one day. Your experience makes me feel sad. Li Bai's "hard road": this kind of travel is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and it turns pale! The highest cliff is less than a foot from heaven, and the withered pine trees hang low on the cliff surface. The rapids and waterfalls compete for shade, and the cliff fossils become thunder. It's hard to get through the Shu Road, but it's hard to get into the sky. Look sideways to the west and ask for advice! "