Xiao Yu's Modern Poems

Two little fish don't know.

How big is the scope of water?

They sometimes swim.

Like two rabbits living in water.

Sometimes a calm, clear heart

There seems to be a core of the universe.

How big is the world?

I also look around.

In the distance are water, mountains and the horizon.

Further away are sunset and red clouds.

What if, behind the sunset?

The distant sky, what will it be?

Two small fish fiddled with their tails.

Like boating, it comes from ancient times.

Swing all the way to this point

That splash.

Centuries later, it disappeared.

I packed the washbasin and prepared to change the water.

Two small fish, sinking into silence.

-They seem to have found a way to the secret.

■ I read a poem in the morning.

I read a poem this morning.

Behind it is pale sunshine and

It is winter everywhere.

When the sea broke the bank, it was everywhere.

I can't find your shadow

This poem gives a pure feeling.

Go to sleep in the lake

Layers of ripples, conveying

The news of your return

I mentioned the acceleration of my life.

The one that ran to the memory.

The door was left unlocked, and there was a wider spring in it.

-You are the end of my life.

■ Stunned-the love of boys and girls

The footsteps of spring, gently.

Step on the lonely bud

The girl's shy cheeks flew up two paths.

Halo of sunset glow

A latent emotion, in the spring breeze.

Get out of the green shoots and wake up a group of people.

Chasing laughter and growing wings.

Hanging in blue ripples

The moonlight pulls out an emotional red line to connect it.

The love story broke out in a peach tree forest.

However, this river is too lonely.

A fishing rod can't catch a fish king who can climb trees.

Don't forget the winter speech.

Shocked, I wrote spring in my letter.

After editing the land, it was sent to a far place.

Cold, waiting in the cold

■ a sigh

a sigh

It can be as short as a needle tip.

It can be as long as the Yellow River.

a sigh

From the source of time

jump

It transcends history, abstraction and obscurity.

And all kinds of suspicious things.

a sigh

Disturb the trajectory of fallen leaves

This season is fading.

Lift the curtain of winter

There you are at last.

Step out of the shadows and enter again.

In another, thicker shadow