Modern Poetry of Yichun Hot Springs

Heat flow,

Flowing from deep rock cracks.

Like a magnet,

Attractive.

Here we are,

Tourists are here, too.

From south to north,

Various accents.

People are traveling,

The heart is traveling.

Just smooth,

A dry heart.

The road is blocked,

The guest room is full.

The order is not bad,

No, it's civilized.

Put your hand in,

There is a funny play.

Stamp your feet,

With a hint of warmth.

Residents who irrigate springs,

Use a big jar and a small bottle.

An old man was carrying hot water.

Bend the back of history.

I can't get rid of it.

Or the simplicity of the town.

Upward plot,

An inexplicable sense of closeness.

Long vacation,

Cann't snuggle up against the wall,

Come out and walk more.

Enlarge and prolong life.