A desert as flat as water
A row of messy footprints.
Particularly eye-catching
Go straight ahead.
I have no direction.
If you see me,
Please don't disturb.
My lips can't talk
Step by step.
I climbed to the end of my life.
I've been there all my life.
My youth is there, too
Sacred and solemn
Solemn pure land
I use the eyes of the biochemical Buddha.
Look at my youth.
I saw it. I came to this sacred place devoutly.
I can't speak when I see my dry lips.
I see that my godless eyes are still firm
I stepped on the blade of time.
Extremely pious
Pilgrimage to the sacred temple of the wise
Just to be the eyes of the Buddha.
In memory ...
Look at you.
The second modern poem I created: Snowy Night
Slowly, the music is full of white.
Quiet, pure white singing intoxicated the breeze.
Accompanied by beautiful dance.
Dancing in the cold moonlight
The branches are cold and white.
Excellent dance in the cold wind
Play a song as pure as milk
Drunk with the moon, stand for you.
Like the shadow of the angel moon in the snow.
Drunk with Leng Ye, blurred moon.
Hold a hand and brew a cup of jade liquid.
Invite the bright moon to get drunk, Qionglou dance fans.
I can't see my fingers.
You are the fairy in the snowy area in your dream.
Clear the standard with cold plum in jade bone.
Your long skirt twists and turns in the cold.
My own modern poem 3: Beggar
Look at my rags.
Look at my messy hair.
I'm not slovenly.
Walking in the dark
I'm afraid people will see me.
I'm afraid they will pity me.
I only come out on this dark night.
Come out begging
Use that torn and dirty one.
I despise bowls, too
I found a very dark place.
Relax and lie down.
Happy time
Is to integrate yourself into this black.
I hate them.
I hate what they wear.
But it's dirty inside
I hate what they say.
But it has two aspects.
Hate their endless taunts
I hate their femininity and affectation.