What is the best contemporary poem you have ever read?

If you sit at my stern, how light this boat should be. These oars should remember who is the stone and who is the stone. Then row to Taihu Lake, row to Dongting, listen to the cries of apes in the Tang Dynasty, row to the gurgling Tianhe River and look at your hair. In myth, you will capsize.

It is also a beautiful traffic accident. You knit your brocade over there, and I'll play the flute here. From the last Tanabata to the next Tanabata, Yu Guangzhong's poems have a unique rhythm that other poets don't have, and this language has no other destination. Index finger, I believe in the future. When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes become dewdrops in late autumn, when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land with frosty vines: Believe in the future.