Krew Z Nosa
The mountain peak polished the night with its majestic back.
The dirt road in my hometown is full of songs from my childhood.
One old man after another.
A figure plowed with rough fingers
The mellow and lazy Chinese characters in my pen
I use the singing posture.
Stand up straight (classic sentence)
Stand in a cold-resistant shape in the loneliness of hometown
Standing on my father's tall and thin spine.
No one can insult my Chinese characters.
Because my Chinese characters are full of lines that my mother scratched.
There is a mother at the entrance of the village, with a curved body like a river.
Some children never lie in their childhood.
Some brothers work in other places and reap love with virtue.
There are beautiful mountain girls who stay at home like Mulan.
I deal with China people with young shoulders.
Non-standard Mandarin is in the city center.
Carrying dreams in reinforced concrete
Fast food and steamed bread make me grow.
Grievance and humiliation are never at ease.
The scarred body smelled good when it fell.
I always believe that there will be a place for me to rest tomorrow.
There will be a new sun.
Krew Z Nosa
Polish your dreams
Young footsteps
like splitting a bamboo
friend
Do not hesitate.
Fly bravely with me
Youth positive energy poem: believe in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.