Poetry of new age and new youth

luck

When I went to bed,

It's winter.

Between heaven and earth,

Only red and white.

The river is blocked,

Blood in saturated state is secretly flowing;

Mountain flowers are silent,

Unwilling to flatter jackals;

Birds meditate;

Everything is quiet.

Are waiting for the red sun.

When I was asleep,

Dreaming of my hometown.

The mountains stand tall,

There is a lot of noise.

All kinds of new life emerge one after another;

All kinds of seeds are in full bloom and thrive;

At this moment, my horizons have been broadened as never before.

When I woke up,

Spring blossoms.

China has put on a brand-new veil,

The vast sky is no longer a daydream,

Tiangong and Chang 'e have wings of dreams;

The unfathomable ocean is just a legend,

The dragon showed its posture;

The mountains are no longer towering,

The road is no longer far away.

A railroad track paved with wisdom and sweat,

Show us different western customs.

The spring breeze is coming,

Everything on the yellow land should be green.