Modern Poetry in Change

Since ancient times, there have been sweet springs.

Time is a sail rippling in running water.

Look silently, only in unknown places.

I found the fragments of Epang Palace by the river.

How many former glories have turned into wasteland in front of us?

Secrets in ancient tombs must lie quietly for thousands of years.

Survive in adversity and prosper after withering.

Now look at the world and change it.

At that time, I was drunk in the king's arms and bathed in Huaqing Pool.

Just a greedy day, or yesterday.

At that time, she danced in the world and went in and out of the king's side.

At that time, some beautiful women and some swallows.

Don't say that I was full of courage.

What's more, today's Qingming world has a hundred years of loyalty.

Unfortunately, I am not a narcissistic hermit.

I wonder if I can escape the cycle of world change.

It turned out that I was still looking at the blue sky.

My eyes have traveled for thousands of years. How far can I go?

I can't remember my past life when I come back.

Which romantic genius is carefully carving his poems?

Which reigning emperor is pointing out his infinite mountains and rivers?