What are the good poems?

I'm stuck with countless pebbles that can't hatch. Blue rivers and streams crawl around, engulfing us and quietly spitting us out. There is nothing to do but hope that the grass can prolong its shadow. The alleys of the ancient city are long and winding, with no doors and windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall. -Clouds. Gray can't be washed clean anymore. When we open the umbrella, we just paint the sky black. There are two pairs of binary stars that seem to have no fixed orbits at night. But they are far and near, and two free bubbles rise from the depths of the ocean of dreams in ...................................................................................................................... ........... ......................................................................................................................................................... woke up in the morning, it was a winter night dream. The stars in the middle of last night were as clean as a net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon. -