Modern Landscape Poetry (Golden Woods)

First, the fog is like a dream.

The gauze of the fog lightly cages the fields.

Villages and trees loom in the distance.

Inadvertently, I stepped into the dream.

On the other side of the field, a beautiful woman

breezes gently flow on her hair tips.

The earth is filled with silence and emptiness.

The tender green wheat seedlings are quietly jointing

The heart of hibernation. Wake up in a dream

2, The misty wilderness

trudges through distant dreams

meets in the misty sky

The world is confused and all is silent

Holding hands silently

Walking in the silent time and space

There is no information in spring

The cold wind is still sharp

The ridge at the foot is winding like the Great Wall

. > very hazy hope

a blurred hope

is piously spread in the generous chest of the yellow land

3, Telemailing

What you sent me

is exactly what I wanted to send you-

Snow-white feelings crashed into a powerful sound

The forest surged, the valley roared, the sea stirred

The mist dispersed instantly, how brilliant the sun was

The sky was very high and the fields were vast

What you told me

was exactly what I wanted to tell you. Withered

Long-standing deep storage makes the wine mellow

What you gave me

is exactly what I wanted to give you-

Warm fire on a cold night

Golden chrysanthemum fragrance beside dead branches

Clear spring in the desert

Graceful singing in a birdcage ...

IV. Broken chapter

(1)

Swallows cut a slightly tipsy spring breeze

They took a kite from the past

My feelings were like a string

I was dragged by a kite for a long time

(2)

The feeling of snow once floated in Yuan Ye

The feeling of dreams once filled my kiss

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