Lao Yanjuan's impassioned modern poems
Dressed in sunset glow
I'm still looking.
Experienced a lot
It seems to be dying.
seed
Over the past few years
Such as bellows
Pull the unfortunate person
sky
air-dry
This is not just
I carry tears of seeds.
Father used these.
Naked varicose veins
Legs and feet-walking ability
It has been hard for many years.
Finally, put the seeds
Please come out of your imagination.
Make tobacco from the same alcohol.
Ignite with your heart again and again
A bright room and a dark room.
History again.
heavy
bend
His hunchback is like an arch bridge.
The seed there is perseverance.
Take away a wisp of morning breeze
Finally there is no silence.
A song sung for thousands of years.
From the golden sound of April day
Bounce into the air
Long and affectionate
Roussilloux
And a seed-like rain bead
Blocked the bamboo flute on the cow's back
For the suffering of Ya 'an.
Sometimes the north wind
Sometimes it's the south wind
Thin my heart.
It is saturated with goodwill.
Ideas.
Now all that's left is
Wandering body
I thought of a strong earthquake that won't collapse.
Macao-aided hospitals
It's a socially responsible statue.
The towering national backbone
I turned around.
Another circle
Still didn't break free
The rope around the neck
I applaud with the past.
Made an awkward dinner.
I really want to give it to Ya 'an.
I also want to dedicate it to the world.
Late wake-up call
Father is anxious for a white beard.
It's no use scolding me.
Send it as a sign of sincerity.
Those fake feelings like tofu dregs.
It can only be a lantern that is broken by the wind sooner or later.
He hit me in the heart with a cigarette pan.
I don't think it's just me
People can be short of anything.
Just can't lack conscience.
Five thousand years of gestation
Five thousand years of inheritance
This seed will not be lost.
Cool through the heart
A passionate modern poem "Two Waterfalls"
Perseverance after falling
Stand upright
A dream bed of sweat and seeds
Faith is stretched into a ribbon.
Tied to the corner of the cliff
Hunting and flying
I hope it won't be long.
Wedge as lever
Then pry up the sun
Spring is rooted in the belly of winter.
Why are you so sad?
The poisonous sun on the cliff
Dip your arm in the pulp.
Between crashes.
hunch-up
Bronze tripod arch
Reflection on the road
I don't understand philosophy in reflection.
Or does light reflect philosophy?
Surprise of a mirage
Always asleep
Lingxiu reappearance
Need to be pulled out of the shade
Tang priest's alms bowl
Sasakawa's assembly number
Colorful light
shock the world
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