There are modern poems about paper cranes or drift bottles.

drift bottle

How much home air has been sealed?

Downstream

The road of water, the step of waves

Is the end of the world drifting away?

Wind and rain, cold and warm, lonely sailing

You asked where the water went.

Water asks where you are going.

The dead are like this, like you.

Speaking of "people are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves."

Who bent down?

The day after tomorrow, you landed gently.

There is not a drop of sewage or a trace of sludge in the bottle.

-I'm clean!

Paper crane

Between the fingers

Clear trace

know nothing at all

How many days and nights of persistence

so that

The take-off of the wind blowing over the windowsill

one by one

Become a poem of life

Use mine.

A thousand beautiful expectations

If someone is like me, they are copying me!