Green is a modern poem written by the modern poet Ai Qingyu/kloc-0 on February 23rd, 979.
Green (surname); green
It seems that the green ink bottle is upside down.
There is green everywhere, where is there so much green?
Dark green, light green, light green, green, light green, pink green.
Black and strange green.
The blowing wind is green, the rain is green, the flowing water is green and the sunshine is green.
Modern poems by writer Ai Qing: I love this land, spring, my thoughts are round, green, bridge and so on.
1, "I love this land"
If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat.
This storm-hit land, this sad and angry river will always flock to us, and this endless wind.
And the gentle dawn in the forest, and then I died.
Even feathers rot in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply.
2. Spring
Spring has arrived, and the peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.
It opens on those bloody nights.
There were no stars in those nights, there was wind in those nights, and I listened to the widow's sobs in those nights.
And this ancient land, like a hungry beast forever, sucks the blood of young people.
3. "My mind is round"
My mind is round.
The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest.
No matter how high the mountain is, how wide the sea is.
The whole world can see it.
What do you think of on such a night? My mind is round.