Modern short poems about scenery are as follows:
1. Dew, the dew, stays in the past forever. Remember or forget, it will still come or go. If you remember the distant past, you will be suddenly enlightened, as it is.
2. In Chao Yu Chun, the lips are sealed with maple red, and the heart is exchanged with rations, and the heart is exchanged for this life. Abandon the past experience, let me reopen the bloody memory, and then pick up a poem with clear love and hate in the land of public criticism.
3. In Autumn, I am reminded of leaves. At first, the leaves of Lu Yu were written in a chilly style, and the sky was hazy, and the eyes were slightly yellow, so I stopped, looked forward to it, and slowly tasted its rhyme. There was a kind of pity in my reverie. I can't remember the day when you began to grow, leading a lush green to escort the flowers, and the responsibility stored between the veins was too deep and too thick.
4. "Walking through March" has seen the south of the Yangtze River, shouldering half a life, and never picked up a red leaf. We meet halfway and enjoy the scenery, because the bags are empty and the coast is full of blood. Love without dust, I stumble in the rugged cape, and you hang high on the misty cliff.
5. I don't know when the wind, the wind, quietly picked up a knife. In the corner of your forehead, deeply engraved, the marks of the years, one after another, I want to use my gentle hands. Smooth that one, let your smile, like ears of grain, full, bent over.