Modern Poetry "A Year of Standing"

A few years of travel, the year of standing in a blink of an eye;

Poetry and songs in leisure time, camping in busy time.

Laugh at love and hate, indifferent to fame and fortune;

No distractions, no pride,

Even with lofty sentiments, literary talent remains the same;

Never touch quicksand,

Thirty years passed in a flash, and the young man left.