Western Poetry and Modern Poetry

The Yellow River is in the distance.

A strong wind came and washed away the river.

The dizzy fish crossed the wide water.

The ground smells of flowers.

The barren land erodes civilization.

The Yellow River is affectionate, use a pen. Power.

Save people and find a river bed leading to spring and autumn harvest.

Angry, I fantasized about using a comfortable posture.

The moment when the soul falls into the water before dawn.

Sow all night

The Yellow River is far away, knocking down the loneliness of life.

Sneak back to your hometown at high tide

Mt. Tianshan

Above the snow line, where the goshawk has not reached.

The unfeeling sky is blue, which makes people look up.

The sky without roads is far away.

Glaciers are revelry leading to heaven.

Throw a whip

Herds of cattle and sheep and herdsmen's yurts

Stand at the height of a thinker.

Drive a horse with a whip

The Millennium Immortal Populus euphratica

Secretly looking back at the girl in Dabancheng

A vast desert

Reach out and touch

After the pounding of hooves

Behind him is a cloud of smoke.

Nakedness is the language of the desert.

Those pebbles

The north wind blows sharply.

A pair of iron shoes, three sighs

The end of sunset

With an age-old hand

Collect a full moon that strays into the horizon.

Return to silence through the gap