Drift with the breath of the sky and the season
Bloom in the sun and be sad in the moonlight.
They chewed the words and ran wildly on the keyboard.
Everything builds a high wall in my heart.
The night sky becomes a prosperous flower.
New era. Knocking footsteps came from the atrium.
As beautiful as green leaves and flowers in spring.
It is as charming as fallen leaves and snow in winter.
Shuttle through the corner of the times
At this time, the poet had to open his eyes and sing aloud.
Because the roulette of the times is drunk or sleepy.
A true poet should not heal in silence.
We should both breathe and transport fresh air.
Because future generations of the people of China need to see
The smell of noisy waves in the long river of history
This is the soul that a poet should give to the times.
Instead of collapsing, moaning and walking with the darkness.