Modern Poetry: Winter Solstice 1
Return to the wilderness of winter
Breathe the cold air from the chest
The generous winter
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Releasing the pure air from the deep forest
We stand in
The winter of life
The winter of life
The cold current turns sharply and the river bed becomes stiff
The last bird
Hidden behind the sun
The wings cannot be seen
The sun is at the Tropic of Cancer
Our backs are at the end of the Tropic of Cancer
Expressing emotions and dry throats
Returning with last night’s sleep talk
In the deep cold of dawn
A winter that can be sung
At the tip of the season
Looking up at the warm lines
The sky is still full of joy
Our bright dreams
Mother’s dumplings
are the warmest greetings in winter
In the endless winter days
< p>Through our thoughtsThe slight pain in my heart is still willing
Return to the depths of my hometown
The layers of dreams are thinner
The sky is getting colder
It’s better to ask your footsteps
In the winter land
Where to go
In the deep cold season of the winter solstice
I am still used to looking
or looking up
Some strange things
in the warm and cold eyes Inside
See the earth and see the meager hope
You are still in some warm things
Let the lyrical rhythm be slow and rhythmic
< p>Open the season and see the willow branches by the riverSee your lingering in the landscape
Plant hope deep in the earth
Still willing to sing
Still willing to sing a swift snow on the cold earth
Sing the words that are forged by suffering
Sing the secret words of the sun when you turn around< /p>
Thin and warm
At the juncture of the season
Looking forward to a hearty snow
Flapping wings
Flying with the flame of the heart
Looking forward to you at the Tropic of Cancer
Carrying the child of light
Going down the river on the raft of love
Extend your dancing skills
It will be warmer this winter
Now let’s start with the cold wave
Let’s set out together in winter
Modern Poetry: Winter Solstice 2
I don’t know
When did it start
This day
The cruelty came
Kindness
It is gone
The place where it stood
This day
Perhaps it should not have been born
This heart of stone The devil
Why
always use cold and bloody scenes
to pollute
the originally peaceful days
A painting
The whole conscience
The painting is a solid iron cage
The painting is a ferocious iron hook
The painting is Is begging for eyes
The painting is a white knife entering
a red knife coming out
Look
blood splattered
Dog hair everywhere
A painting
Disregarding human nature
The painting is filled with smoke
The painting is full of people drinking and drinking
p>The painting shows the weak eating the strong.
The painting shows meat chewing in the mouth
There are bones thrown on the table
Look
Remnants of water and soup
The table is full of mess
Ah
Isn’t it
When you go to the countryside, you have to do as the Romans do
Is it
The weak will be eaten by the strong
The spirit of wisdom
Is it that it always does whatever it wants
to show its dominance< /p>
All living beings
Do they always swallow their anger
Still showing their pitiful appearance
Can they expect it
Today in the future
Human beings will change their bad habits
Kindness will keep pace with the times
New customs
The name of the winter solstice will be changed< /p>
Tell the world
The sun in the cold winter
It is no longer cold