A modern poem about the sun 1 I have the warmth of the sun.
Slowly, the sun shoots down the light.
I can see gold one by one.
Jump and scatter all over the world.
I am one of them.
I just flashed out of the shade.
Gold surrounded me from head to toe.
I was hit by the sudden great warmth.
Slow down and narrow your eyes.
Will's voice, the voice of the car.
Get out of my world
I said to the gold on me
I am a lonely person.
But I won't refuse you.
The water froze on the ground last night.
Those who pass me, throw me in the back.
I have the warmth of the sun.
This warmth is on me again, giving birth to more warmth.
I don't need much.
A modern poem about the sun 2 All slopes will be stopped, which is not what I saw. grass
This is not the sunset I saw: a person, a flock of sheep invisible whip.
One day a year, push forward.
Grass grows on the slope and the road is not tortuous at all.
Lambs are all commas.
Step by step, the wind is generally visible.
For thousands of years.
Grass grows on the cliff, oblique, not far from the sky.
What can be mended is generally not.
Dead sheep
A modern poem about the sun. Violent smoke
Absorbed too much sunlight.
The river is dark.
The fish is sleepy under the grass.
A lazy atmosphere
Pass from one person to another.
Don't greet each other
Only silently accept
Those people far away
sunny day
Standing on the edge of the wasteland sobbing.
Yellow weeds are as quiet as creeping hills.
On the definition of forgetting
Distance has long been silently interpreted.
Drunk night
Loneliness will also take the opportunity to wander.
More and more heavy haze
An invisible conspiracy
Frequent alternation of hallucinations
Let hypocrisy speak well.
Maybe you're secretly accumulating strength.
I won't stop either.
Turn your head to the east in the darkness before dawn
Complete the conditioned reflex to the sword shadow.
A modern poem describing the sun 4 ancient soldiers
Holding a gloomy sword
Punch hard
sun
He smiled smugly.
Thought it would annihilate the light.
But the throat of the poem is too long.
This sword is too short.
Suppressed the soldier's eyes
Shannaobian
There are only sunsets and mountains.
Intimate conversation