). It feels like what you said.
I recognize those grapes at a glance
Author/Xie Yixing
I recognize those grapes at a glance
Those breasts that are about to burst with sweetness
Ripping like crystals on the branches of the country
Stripping off their thin shyness under the night of the city
, Deep red blood
flows out of the fresh spring
The lowest workshop in the city hoards
The most eye-catching pride in the countryside is like
the porcelain with a thin tire is crowded on the edge of the cliff
The lamp of youth
Who reminds me over and over again
I hear many voices in this voice
But I'm not sure I'm being squeezed dry. Does this tearful fire
also feel gloomy inside
The poem "The city is like a monster" fits your description. I know there is such a poem:
"The city in seclusion"
When there is no chrysanthemum,
Reach out your hand
The petals of five fingers slowly stretch
The palm print is miniature after decades of road
It releases a strange bitter fragrance < Chimneys keep spewing
Lonely clouds are getting darker as they get more idle
Buildings come and go
It's not just the clear eyes that block out
There is no Nanshan, so forget it
Jingting Mountain has nowhere to be bored
All boring times
I have to put myself opposite
The difference is
It's boring for a long time
(.
This poem reflecting that the city is a monster may also be regarded as:
Qiu Chan in the Tang Dynasty and Cricket in the Song Dynasty
Ye Yanbin
Qiu Chan from the Tang Dynasty
doesn't pay much attention to leveling. After all, it is not
Li Bai, who has only one, and Qiu Chan in the Tang Dynasty
a lot. A lot of Qiu Chan
let heaven and earth sing the tune of the prosperous times of the former dynasty
Glacier fighters ride on the river and smoke alone
All directions come to visit Xi 'an and dream of China
Ah, cicadas that have seen the scenery are singing
for that midsummer
Charm is fine, but they are still singing Qiu Chan's songs loudly
after all, it is autumn
. Loud and cool
The crickets in Song Dynasty have no face
There is no courtyard in Northern Song Dynasty
There is no court in Southern Song Dynasty
Crickets without courtyard and court hide under the wall
They also hum and chirp
The Song Dynasty, which has lost its land, groans and chirp
It's no wonder that crickets hiding under the wall also sing
.
When Tang goes, Tang Chan is far away.
When Song goes, crickets are far away.
A modern city without cicadas and crickets
Only the wind from nowhere
blows the strings of the telephone line between cement buildings
Please dial Tang's phone, please dial Song's phone-
Busy tone! Busy tone! Busy tone ...
In addition, I remember that there seems to be a poem about writing a city like a monster, but I can't remember the key words at all, so I can't search it. It seems to be on the verge of writing something ...
Haizi wrote in a poem: "The city, a little thing that just appeared recently, loves plants and small fish as much as the desert". If you are interested, you can directly search and have a look.
I hope these can help you. After all, they are all people who love poetry.