Modern poetry of nib

in the long river of time,

it's honor or disgrace for your home country, and a person cruelly abandons you

in the changing sun

to wake up a dream, A person picks you up again

You used to be a dull sharp knife

Leaving a god's mark on the chapped turtle's back

You used to be a sharp sword

Carving a permanent mark on the broken bamboo slips

You used to be a stiff branch

Carrying forward the immortal truth in the soft sand

And you used to be flexible. You are tightly held in my clumsy hand

and deeply engraved in my burning heart

I used to rely on you all the time

crazy in love, who pushed me out of the heavy fog

But I know that it is by no means your sincere intention

and it will never be your full-hearted intention

You don't want to lie in a hotbed, talk sweetly

and frown in a boudoir. Self-pity

You are arrogant and cold-faced

You stand up as a rock-solid body

You want to see people write witty essays with your poetic heart

I hope people can borrow your iron shoulders to bear morality

You have your own greatness, your own magic

You can make people happy or sad

You are a sea of rivers and everything. You have also served as a sharp weapon to hurt people.

People are trapped in prison for no reason, and their hearts are exhausted.

But you still have no regrets and are fearless.

You indulge yourself and write the' true meaning' of life.

You are a steel gun and a dagger.

You have the passion to fight, and you fight endlessly.

You are a mountain flower, and you. You are as open as a rock

You are the rising sun, you are a hot spring

You have a warm embrace, and you are as clear as washing

Because I love you, I often forget myself

Because I love you, I always remind myself

Because I love you, I always push myself

Because I love you, I constantly surpass myself

I would like to write for you.