Modern poetry of days

The table is full of delicacies

Steaming

Steaming, steaming up

I am sitting here

You are sitting over there

The chopsticks in your hands are raised and put down

Put down and raised again...

The table full of dishes is arranged standing up

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Standing into a square formation

Fighting into an arc

Standing into a wild goose

Standing into a solitude

< p> Because there are no swan geese

Delivering the message...

Ring ring ring...

The phone rings

My daughter from far away calls.

There are greetings and blessings over there

Happy New Year to mom and dad

All the best

Can you be happy?

How can life be happy without you

Twenty-eight spring, summer, autumn and winter

Twenty-eight New Year’s Eve

Dad will support you On the top of the head

Mom holds you in her hands

Looking at it with her eyes, thinking in her heart

You are like a swallow carrying mud

A chopstick here, a glass of wine there

You are busy with mom

Thinking about dad

The whole family is happy

Like a sapling

Like a fresh spring green

Picking the spring season

Holding a golden tomorrow

How much beauty and joy you brought to your father and mother

Now that your father and mother are old

But you have left us

Is it the reincarnation of flowers blooming and falling

Or is it an ordinary day

Have a home of your own

The world of reincarnation...