Modern poetry between the cracks

1.

At ten o’clock in the evening

I saw a yellow dog walking people on the road

I thought of this society Warm winter

Is it the deterioration of the atmosphere

Or is it a group of eloquent people

They have perfected their flattery

I am here in filth The dirty nooks and crannies are so crowded that they are beyond recognition

All I know is that this midwinter dusk

this pure air will be tainted with a layer of haze from then on

 2.

The rumors are slowly gathering in the blood

Finally, gurgling gurgling

It bubbles

One hundred degrees , there is always something.'

This heat seems to be more pious than the hearts of thugs in Kunming 301

Of course, the end will be the same

 3.

In the early morning, my wife was unfortunately stabbed by a roar

from the cesspit

I regret the smallness of this world

I accidentally fell from the edge of the cliff

and fell into this gloomy valley

I began to wonder if there was any warm blood flowing

Warm the heart

Get into the furnace

Only to find out that

there is no fire at all

Laugh at yourself

The night is windy and cool

The streets are weeping with frost

The night is approaching

The heart of the king is missing

The heart is cold and spring is coming again

Watching the sunset in the morning

Appreciating the morning bell at dusk

Green grass in spring

Cold ice

All in vain