Modern Grassland Prose Poetry Episode I: That Grassland Author: Qinghe Pavilion
Where am I going?
It is deep in the grassland.
you said
Flowers are in full bloom there.
There are countless cattle and sheep there.
That grassland
Why did it suddenly calm down?
The wind passed in surprise.
All the grass trembled and retreated.
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Hide your hands behind your back.
The collar of the windbreaker stands up.
The cool wind hid in it in fear.
The detector looked out again.
The moon is still at the top of Dongshan Mountain.
Seems lost in thought-looks very melancholy.
Clouds like cotton
I can't get it out of my head.
Grass follows the instructions of autumn.
Grow in the direction of maturity
Lights in the kitchen
Quiet and speechless
Like a sigh
Fall on the console table
Missed the moon cake, break it.
Eat half.
left halfback
I have to go now. /I have to go now.
The dew is really cold tonight.
Doomed to be covered by my clothes
Modern prose poems describing grasslands Part II: I want to go to grasslands, I want to go to grasslands.
Look at the green grass.
Look at the blue sky.
Riding a good horse with a whip in the wilderness
I want to go to the grassland
Live in that comfortable big bag
Pin You Na Xiang butter tea
Singing with my sister, intoxicated in a happy little nest.
I've been to countless places.
Swim into the deep sea
Climb to the top of the towering five mountains
But I have never been to the beautiful prairie.
I want to go to the grassland
Feel the nature
Call for the breath of the wind
Suck the fragrance of flowers and plants
Enjoy my day freely.
My grassland
The grassland I yearn for
Your freedom
Your beauty
Print a big picture in your mind.
Modern Prose Poems Describing Grassland Part III: Grassland Fantasy Author: Du Muge
In this age of ignorance
How I fantasize that I don't belong here
As long as you can stand on the endless grassland
There is no high wall containment, no roof oppression.
I fantasize
If you can hold a ray of sunshine in your hand, cherish it.
Take it out after you are sixty.
What kind of joy would that be? The most beautiful youth is always in your hands.
I fantasize
You can read all the books that go down in history
When I have children, children will have children.
You can confidently tell them with your own personal experience.
I fantasize
When I shed all the tears my parents gave me
Can the water in the East China Sea dry up?
Let me climb the mountains under the sea without any burden.
I was born again in fantasy and died in fantasy.
I want a lot, but I want very little.
I am glad that I stood on that grassland and let the wind and sand blow for two thousand years.
It doesn't matter whether you leave a name or not. I just hope you can be a fertilizer here next year.
Fantasy is an interpretation of beauty and a mockery of the world.
There are too many fingers in the age of ignorance.
Like a piece of mud and a swamp.
If you go to the entity, only consciousness exists.
What kind of life will you have now?
Do you still care about these grassland fantasies?
Modern Prose Poems Describing the Grassland Part IV: Journey to the Grassland Author: Safety+King
Take a look at the endless greenery and bury the flowers in summer;
The wild water mosquito waved again, and the old cow lay leisurely by the lake;
The iron hoof steps outside the green mountain, and the wild geese sing in the east wind;
Want to borrow the clouds in the blue sky, whip immediately to the sky.
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