The classic modern poetry of smog

Haze, hold up the height of the blue sky

There is a thin line between yin and Qing.

Like the change of rain and snow

Decline due to temperature changes

The car crawled on the asphalt pavement with its mouth wide open.

Longing for deep blue breath, eyes

Hard irradiation, forget the sun.

There is no wind, rain and snow go their separate ways.

The loneliness surrounding the universe and the tenacity of the haze.

Make them short-sighted

Just silently hanging down, cloudy, rainy and snowy.

The noise that constantly invades life, people

Block the sensitive sense of smell with an inch of gauze, and then

Looking for clarity of memory on a drop of dew.

The wind is still silent, haze, rain and snow.

Unscrupulous falling, cloudy and turbid.

Wet rain, crystal snow.

Smear the original clear and turn gray.

An ink painting, extending infinitely until it is blurred.

An eyeball is tied to one end of the halo of the street lamp.

A tearful head

A fallen leaf floated down at once.

Crushed by the footsteps of pedestrians

Crying became the call of the wind.

I stretched out a finger and measured it.

The length of the line of sight, only to find that

The pebbles under my feet are still smooth.

Still criticizing passers-by, and I

From the fuzzy world

Abstract personal clear impression

Then, with some expectations, return to nature.