Modern poetry, you can write anything, as long as it is made by yourself.

I dare not call your name. You have the noblest temperament. You stand on the high wall, staring coldly at the distance ahead. Why should I praise you? You slowly spread your arms and flapped your white feathers to show your beauty, girl. How can you have angel wings? Girl, please look at my ordinary appearance. Is it because I don't have wings that I want to climb the high wall and borrow her wings to be fierce and weathered? I stood around the high wall and looked around, but found nothing. Is it because she has flown far away? This is an empty place, without the fragrance of imagination. Fang, maybe I had the illusion that the girl in my heart was suddenly blown away by the wind. I saw a figure in the sky. She is really beautiful. Her delicate body is particularly magical in feathers. She stayed beside me and didn't look. I just put away my enviable wings and still stared at the distant "III". I looked at her blankly, afraid to make any noise. I'm afraid it will disturb her and make her feel scared. "Girl"-I called her gently and looked back indifferently. That expression transcends all the beauty in the world. I don't know what else to say. I can only watch her quietly, watching her figure secretly purify my mind. I don't need wings anymore, and I don't need to yearn for heaven. My life has been integrated into the soil at this time, and I am willing to die for her ... "IV" She seems to feel abnormal, open her arms and fly very high and far away. I am proud of my eyes, and I am proud of my life. I'm glad I'm still alive. I'm glad I saw the light. She didn't look back and gradually disappeared on the edge. Will she come back? What is a dream angel? You gave me magical power to stop being lonely and sad. You have enriched my mind and made me look at the distance quietly.