Modern Poetry: Screaming Iron

(1) Shouting that iron rusts, iron shines and iron heats up.

No way, no way, sigh.

Hard work in the dead of night

Always study hard

On a long machine

One day, iron was finally corroded to the end.

A spine

Fight against life and expose the cruel red.

Glare, frown, grin

In exchange for a sneer.

Iron is depressed, and iron regrets not turning into steel.

Life of steel is bright.

Iron can only be envied, but it is nothing but death.

Never go back to the metallurgical furnace.

Die unsatisfied

Rust on the iron sheet.

Fall/fall

No pain, no feeling

Iron only regrets itself.

Getting thinner, smaller, shorter and brittle day by day.

The pain of iron

No one knows, no one is pitiful, no one cares.

Like iron in Qian Qian.

Finally turned into nothingness

Iron to the end, there is no last word.

Only half a gesture was left, and it was rusty.

(2) Nothing, love is beautiful, and life is beautiful.

Candles are beautiful, and so is the sun.

The sea is beautiful, and so is the island.

Beautiful waves and beautiful flowers.

All in all, everything is fine.

Except for the days.

The days are longer than the months.

Not more than a lifetime.

Live for ten thousand days.

God, there's always someone.

have nothing at all

Come with nothing, go with nothing.

Come and go, there is always wealth and there is always poverty.

Poverty is heaven, and wealth is heaven.

Life has no natural human rights.

Some people sigh, others waste time.

Some people are crazy, others live in seclusion.

But there are always people who can't figure it out.

Zen without anything.

Legend has it that many years ago, we were active in

Rural areas, villages, mountains, reservoirs and

In the legend of the layers.

Legend has it that a shepherd boy found a fairy.

Get married and go home as a wife

From then on, men plow and women weave, and love is better than lovers.

Cowherd boys are envious, so am I.

We are all looking for legends.

So I searched the mountains and plains.

There are no fairies on the top of the mountain.

But I saw the outside world.

Profound, gorgeous and beautiful.

Great attraction

Changed the eyes of seven years old.

After many years, we actively participated.

Cars, cities, roofs, buildings and

In disturbing legends,

Legend has it that a cowherd boy became president.

The president set up a group.

From then on, I was handsome and proud of the spring breeze.

Cowherd boys are envious, so am I.

We are all looking for legends.

So I traveled all over the country.

There is no president at the end of the world.

But I saw the world inside.

Barren, complicated and noisy

Great penetrating power

Changed his mind at the age of 27.