New modern poetry 1
Who painted the picture
Like a dream
Who told the story
Let each other yearn for each other
There is no sadness in love
The autumn wind has risen
The fallen leaves must be yellow
Whose life is hesitant
< p> Whose love?Swaying with the words
How long is life?
I still have courage, but it is useless
For you
< p> Let go of the worldly visionLean on each other and face the storm
Who? who!
Can’t push away death
The passing of time is the past
Candlelight, dusk
Flow quietly
Leave everything behind for you
Become my bride
Put on new clothes
Still, longing for a beautiful place
Such a story
The wilderness is like a dream
Life is in drama
Smoke and clouds in plain clothes sing lightly
For you
Get rid of worldly vision
Lean each other and face the wind and waves New clothes modern poetry 2
I was invited to visit the emperor’s fashion,
The display in the wardrobe Wearing countless, extremely gorgeous costumes.
But Your Majesty,
Why are you doing this today?
Walking on the T stage in full view of everyone.
How could there be such a thing in the world,
A shameless dressmaker,
Covered you with deceitful and flattering clothes.
How could there be such a thing in the world?
The stupid emperor who is ignorant and reckless,
regards shame as glory.
I began to regret and blame myself.
I have done makeup for you several times.
Many people began to criticize my taste and direction.
I began to regret and feel ashamed,
I actually stood in the middle of the pilgrim crowd,
Watching you amid the boos and applause.
I began to feel heartbroken and hesitant,
Why can’t an emperor be a good emperor?
But he performs transparent fashions on the catwalk.
I began to resent everyone's appreciation,
I can no longer cheer and applaud you,
I'm afraid that my hands will be cursed and get sores again.
I began to search for you among the pilgrims,
for that young man who had been lost for many years,
who dared to speak and shout.
I am extremely ashamed of my arrival,
I am extremely ashamed of my proud spectators,
I am ashamed of my hands that almost applauded and praised abnormal.
How could there be such a clothing maker in the world?
How could there be such an emperor in the world?
How could there not be a fearless young man in the world?