Poetry flies in the blue sky at the height of an eagle.

Author Yang Tianpeng

The arrow has left the string

Throwing the runway behind him

Like supercritical airfoil fluttering in the wind

Shake off the countless flickering light spots of the sun

A pair of eagle eyes lurking in the depths of the sky

Skim over the dragonfly-like landscape and countryside

In an instant, all the dust in the world goes up in smoke

The heart of vegetation that has been humbled for a long time

. Then it began to burn, erupting

a deafening whistle swept across the vast deep blue sea

an eagle poured its strength into the wild

watched the boundless blue sky

like me, Step by step

the dry land rises

the villages, rivers and land under your feet

flood behind you

the once heavy and clumsy smelly stone

is always laughed at loudly

a god bird lurking in the core of time

every legendary story as light as a swallow after polishing, assembly and flight test

Every inch of climbing

every poem and distance

will become a vast history

Eagle strikes the sky, aiming high

like lotus clouds floating outside the plane window

blooming for the second time. Even if the storm

comes more violently

lightning tears a big hole in the sky

numerous forced squeezes

numerous soul-stirring knocks

I'm still as steady as Mount Tai

rock-solid

tearing clouds, Shake off the wings

every spray

passes through the sky full of spring breeze

the exciting roar of the worm fan engine

is like beating a magnificent drum

The bare mountains and rivers on the earth

are so magnificent and desolate

The long journey of an eagle

makes my life higher and higher

No one can reach.