Ask for a poem that can be recited for 3-5 minutes. Modern lyric poetry is the best. thank you

On the day you traveled with Xu Zhimo, you traveled freely and lightly in the air. You don't want to stay anywhere in the sky or anywhere on the earth. Your happiness is unrestrained. You are even more careless that there are first-class streams on the humble ground, although your bright colors touched his ethereal spirit when crossing the road, awakened him and hugged your beautiful image tightly. What he holds tightly is only a dense sadness, because beauty can't stand still in the landscape; Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea! He is wasting for you, that first-class stream, in the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back! Meeting has become a joyful look and an excited heart in the past; Meeting is a thing of the past. When we break up, a gentle smile will turn into a wry smile. When love is just budding, it is best to kill the signs. Fate is an irregular shuttle. Let's be Susie's latitude and longitude forever, before sadness becomes a chapter and it's too late to change. Always bright, not polluted by vulgar love. Let's break up. Our meeting is a thing of the past, no matter how hungry and regretful our hearts are. Your friendly smile is a dream to me, and I dare not ask you to be affectionate. Maybe one day we will meet again, your charm will be more abundant, and I will still be haggard. My frank Chen said, "Our fate is short, but we once had it." We once met, from the west and the east, and I was covered in blood and spirit. "But I only met once and immediately parted ways." Let my heartbeat stay at night forever. She nodded, Cao, it's a glass of rose wine; It poured into my throat and dispersed a quiet cool breeze; I fiddled with the taste, carefree, like a herring floating on the lake after the rain. Her nod is an ivory boat; Taking away my troubles, I was transported to Jasmine's beautiful show; I stood on the steps and saw the beautiful universe in an instant. Wang Hui Jing Zhi's wind is the place where the wind from Hua Hui blows-the warm wind from Hua Hui? Locked in the garden, Yi is full of complaints. Edie's fragrance sneaked out of the garden, attracting her beloved butterfly. Elegant butterfly, smoked in the wind: he was intoxicated; I want to find Yi. How can he find imprisoned Iraq? He was only fascinated by the wind in Iraq, endured this tragic but sweet sadness and flew drunk. When you see this fire with your eyes, you can't see me. Although I lit it for you, alas, it's just a mature age, you and me. We are across the mountain! From this natural transformation, I fell in love with a temporary you. Even if I cry, turn gray, turn gray and be born again, girl, it's just God playing with himself. Two streams of water and rocks precipitated you and me, and we grew up in a dead womb. In countless possibilities, a deformed life can never complete itself. I talk to you, trust you and love you. Just then, I heard my Lord snigger. He has been adding you and me, making us rich. The little beast of your time, it breathes like grass, it brings you color and fragrance, and it wants you to be crazy in the warm darkness. I walked through your marble wisdom hall and cherished the life it buried; The contact between you and me is a meadow. I'm surprised there is its stubbornness. Quietly, we embrace the world that words can illuminate, and the unformed darkness is terrible, which may and may not make us addicted. What makes us suffocate is the sweet words that died before we were born. It hangs over the ghost and makes us wander in the freedom and beauty of chaotic love. After five sunsets, there was a breeze blowing in the field. How long has the reason accumulated here? The music that touched the scenery touched my heart, flowing to you from the oldest and sleeping peacefully. What has formed trees and standing rocks will make my desire last forever. The beauty displayed in this process will teach me how to love you and change. The same and the same dissolve into fatigue, while the different solidifies into strangeness; What a dangerous narrow road it is. I drive on it myself. He exists, listens to my orders, protects me and doesn't bother me. His pain is constantly seeking your orders, and he has to deviate from it. Seven storms, a long road, a lonely night, loss, memory, eternal time, all the fears that science can't get rid of let me rest in your arms-oh, in your uncontrollable heart, there is a beautiful image with you.