The colorful flags of that day have already flown.
That is a sincere waiter.
The gongs and drums of that day have already sounded.
This is a sincere appeal.
The dragon boat has flown by that day.
That was a stupid mistake.
Through a long tunnel, in the thin thunder of a foreign land, you come.
Jiangxi star is shining brightly in a distant foreign land, and you are here.
The eagle is soaring in the distant sky, putting down its dream as white as a cloud, and you are here.
The fate of 32 years ago has long been engraved on the landscape stone of Xinhua Garden.
Xinhua's name is deeply rooted in the surface of hard times.
Auspicious roots and deep land feelings.
Long-lasting friendship is like the beard of time.
A face full of scenic stones
The red flowers on the edge of the stone are dancing.
Liang Yuxia, I will wait with you.
Ying Ping and Wen Ping are romantic in the wave of Chinese.
Lotus seed, lotus flower, if love
In Guan Xiaodong in June, the cold is still hot.
Wait, the 18th day of the fifth lunar month.
I am full of freedom and blooming scenery.
I sing colorful songs of victory.
a rousing welcome
A starry morning in summer
Modern poetry of that day 2 that day
Close your eyes in the incense fog of the temple
Suddenly I heard the truth in your singing.
January of that year
I shake all the curved pipes.
Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.
That year
Kowtow and crawl on the mountain road.
Not to see, just to stick to your warmth.
Ina
Turn the stupa over mountains and waters.
Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.
That moment
I don't raise wind horses for blessing.
Just waiting for your arrival
That moment
I am floating into immortality, not seeking immortality.
I just want you to smile safely.
that night
I listened to Sanskrit all night, not for enlightenment.
Just to find your breath.
the other day
I didn't build the Mani Pile for Xiu De.
Just to throw stones at the heart lake.
Ina
I searched 100 thousand mountains, not to repair the afterlife.
Just to meet you on the road.
It was just that night.
I forgot everything.
Abandon faith and reincarnation.
Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha.
Has long lost its former glory. .....
Contemporary Poetry 3 One day
There is no choice.
I came to a corner of this land.
This day
I received a letter from my life.
The first gift.
But I don't know what I got.
I just passively accept everything here.
Makes me confused.
Each color
It seems that they are dancing with fresh life.
Every note
Is so simple and solemn
How many tireless days and nights
I am secretly attached to this place.
but
When I got familiar with this place,
I feel lost again.
A Confusion about "Meaning"
What is the purpose of my coming to this place?
What is the purpose of bringing me to this place?
Or for what?
In order to prove a point through argument.
Prove one's existence
Is gain and loss.
Experience all kinds of life.
Or live for life?
drag out one's feeble existence
but
When I was first decided by my dream.
When you gain something through hard work.
I suddenly found
You don't have to understand this.
What I understand is that
What I have is a world.
A world
I can try and travel.
That year
You gave me the whole world.
It just arrived today.
If that day really exists.
I no longer expect
When flowers bloom in spring, you miss them alone.
I will silently come to the water for the first time.
Turn your eyes into shining waves.
Listen to the crescent moon telling our joys and sorrows.
If that day really comes.
I no longer expect
When summer lotus is faint, you talk in the quiet night.
I will gently brush the dust off the scroll.
Let the tears flow into your blood.
Feel your heartbeat
If that day really comes.
I no longer expect
Your intense concern when Lin Qiu was drunk.
I will gently play the romance of flying snow.
Let the sunset take away my watchful eyes.
A dream that has permeated for many years
If that day really comes.
I no longer expect
When it is snowy, you look back blankly.
I will bury my heart in the deepest part of the plateau.
Let the fossils of the years witness.
Once air-dried love
If there really is a if.
I used to give up on myself.
It can't give you the heaven you want.
Let me hide in the thorns on the other side.
Warm the ice in the afterlife with the blood of the previous life.
Bloom for a thousand years
Forever and ever apart