Modern Forest Prose Poetry Part I: Crossing the Forest
Through the dark forest
Orchids are in full bloom in my heart
A few rays of sunshine came in.
Dead red pine needles covered the mountain road.
It's like laying a thick carpet.
Listen to the wind sing softly.
The treetops nodded as if to greet me.
Through the depths of the forest
Tall pine trees are vigorous and tall.
Stand upright in the sky.
Several squirrels are jumping on the branches.
Round eyes looked timidly.
I have to tiptoe forward.
Afraid of impacting their happiness and peace.
Through the vast forest
There is a magical camellia oleifera in Lingtou.
The trees are full of white flowers and red fruits.
The fragrance drifted with the wind.
A brown-green bird is standing on the branch.
A melodious and moving singing voice
Maybe it's a celebration of great love or friendship.
Through the high forest
Over mountains and mountains.
Stand on the top of the mountain and look out.
I wish I could fly freely like a dove.
I wish I could float like a white cloud.
I can't help shouting at the distance.
Happy and relaxed, dreaming of returning to my hometown.
Modern forest prose poetry Part II: Seeing the coming of the forest.
Holding a poetry magazine
Read a lot of poems
I saw a forest.
Come to me.
I tried to breathe oxygen.
But I often get lost
Can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south
The occasional birdsong.
Boil my heart
repeatedly
I see many flowers.
It is surrounded by fog.
I polish my eyes.
Looking for lost rhythm
Dance your passion
Maybe it's the little me.
And short-sighted
I only see a trunk.
What's on the branch?
All by one's own imagination
hope one day
Holding a poetry magazine
Read a lot of poems
Lush forest
Can't go any further.
Modern Forest Prose Poetry Part III: The Call of the Forest
The call of the forest
-Farewell to ideals
When that piece of green
When he rushed at me,
I heard you.
I heard you.
A familiar phone call.
Which cry comes from the forest?
From a place I know very well.
That's my beloved forest.
This is my dream beautiful paradise!
Here,
In this land,
Endless,
There is a cycle of life and death.
Decadent life is completely decayed in the long river of years,
However, countless new lives have stood up again.
Stand up,
Face the sky
Towards the sun.
This is my beloved forest!
This is the place where my ancestors lived.
here
Brand the hard footprints of our ancestors.
here
Young dreams spread their wings and fly
Times are changing.
Years remember vicissitudes of life
Our future road
It is still arduous.
It's still a long time
This is my beloved forest!
It is my persistent watch all my life.
Young ideal
Let it ride the wings of the wind,
Fly to the other side of the light,
On the other hand,
It's already sunny
Flowers dining table
Modern Forest Prose Poetry Part IV: Scar is the valley where the forest grows.
Pain will scab.
The rain in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day no longer floats;
Finally, it's time
Wipe off the dust. Tianyu only left a deep impression.
Plants living in plasma
They use blood cells.
Blocked the bleeding wound. Like the staff of life
Red flags, screams, shouts. Quench the sword;
The black substance of the virus
And infected secret organizations
? Against the decadent underworld of the world.
The black devil has come back to life.
The pain will no longer scab. A scar inside a scar;
After Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The rain has been floating;
Blood cells living in plasma and sedimentary ocean.
Coral. There's blood in it.
Connected to land trees
Become attached to the redwood forest.
The rain has been floating;
floating a river
Ocean poles. If I collect all the rain poems;
Finally, it's time
Wipe off the dust. Snowflakes, with the coldest
Angular words
Kiss your lips.
In the other world, growers
Living
Combining the present and the future, scar is a valley where forests grow.