Modern Poetry: "Days without Poetry" 1
Days without Poetry
The soul is shrouded in haze
The brilliance of the sun is refracted Not out
The golden bay
The shells shed tears quietly
The days without poetry
The beauty is so unkempt
The holiness of the moon cannot soothe
The loneliness of the distant mountains
The trees silently shed their green clothes
Days without poetry
The spine actually bent a little
The generosity of the earth cannot be relieved
The greed of material desires
The balance has become a seesaw
p>The days without poetry
I am a cowardly lamb
The smell of grass is also full of it
The humiliation of obedience
The eaves silently interrogate the dignity of modern poetry: "Days without Poetry" 2
Father, when you left
I am far away
Now Standing in front of your grave
It’s like standing in a nightmare from the past life
I can’t believe it
This small mound in front of me
It is the end of your hard work
Father, I am the child you are most worried about
You are gone
That country road
p>Who is using a cane
Waiting for me to go home tremblingly
Father, the fields are so empty without you
This emptiness In the wilderness where there is no response
I became a falling leaf
Crying and shouting that I can’t find my way home
Father, can you Know
Your retreating figure
Locked the door to my hometown
From then on, I became a homeless child
Will be lost in the distance forever
Can only cry with tears
Pretend to be strong