Liu's modern long poem "Chasing Dreams"
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
The stage of dreams,
Eyes flashing.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
Tear open the narrowness of self.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
Break through the secular closure.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
The dawn of hope,
Ran Ran is on the rise.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
I danced a happy dance.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
Singing holiday songs.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
A gorgeous picture,
Bloom in front of your eyes.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
Open his warm chest,
Hold the earth tightly.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams.
In the process of pursuing dreams,
A flock of free geese,
Under the blue sky,
Sing about happiness.
Chasing dreams,
Chasing lost dreams,
Lost dreams!
Sabin's left hand in the long inspirational modern poem March
Between the two solar terms
Separated by a winding maze
When the caution light is on.
Pigeons disappeared from the moon.
I stroked the fine horse under me.
Tomorrow's road
It is still a trick.
Bronze wine bottle
Sitting quietly in the noisy king's pavilion
Mourning
Please smoke one.
Let the tired birds rest.
Asking all the way on the way to get lost
On a strange track
Full of unexpected smiles.
The east wind has been howling.
Dew never stops condensing.
When the spring grass grows wildly into a cry
My tears
Will break through the bank
When you leave a city,
I didn't hesitate
lenient
Or give up.
Fresh soil ages with time.
Therefore, I miss the initial strangeness.
Maybe after re-selection.
You will go far away.
Leave me
Clothes are getting wider and wider.
If the ocean finally freezes,
Please forgive me.
Will nest in the snowfield.
Stop thinking about it.
I want to believe in every miracle.
Now is the time.
There are twelve days and nights before the holy city.
My fast horse turned into a beauty.
Who fixed the tree rings firmly?
As fast as pulling an arrow.
Who is on the road ahead?
Blow the never-ending horn
It seems that I ...
Childhood song