Next stop schedule: modern poetry.

Waiting is a long four seasons,

What I'm thinking is,

Plundered by a long famine,

Rotting limbs,

Hair on the sideburns,

Confused eyes.

Shout loudly,

How can this resist exuberant emotions?

Keep your troubles and worries in your heart,

In the gushing pulse,

Statistical span table of annual rings and time,

After the prime of life,

Looking at the ever-changing and earth-shaking changes.

Great changes are taking place in the world.

Humans are synchronous,

Brought high IQ' purity',

The wandering of the planet,

The great prospect of an era,

Casting the contradiction between civilization and barbarism,

Wait,

With the acquiescence of the movement of this planet,

My ears are full of chain welding,

Organs that connect internal organs,

Transplanted,

A brand with a gorgeous appearance,

Cover up the most extreme selfish personal desires,

Who can make it clear,

The schedule of the next stop,

Will wait inside.