Modern Poetry —— Crater in Heilongjiang Province

Heilongjiang crater

(two external songs)

Mother Earth has been pregnant for hundreds of millions of years.

Finally can't stand the pain of fetal movement.

The bloody amniotic fluid tore the thick basin wall.

Give birth to an earth-shattering story

The exhausted body convulsed for more than 700 days and nights.

Between darkness and darkness is her cold delivery room.

The midwife who delivered the baby tried her best to attract the whole body.

The magnificent scenery was born at the knee.

Your son is a powerful and boiling sea of stones.

Your daughter is Wudalianchi, which is more beautiful than calligraphy.

When you quietly wipe away the crimson of childbirth.

Solemnly show the sacred birth crossroads to the sun.

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Your strength shows the masculinity of men in Northeast China.

Your quietness hides the shame of being a virgin in Jiangnan.

Your surging, turning the song of Heilongjiang water.

Your voice echoes Lin Yuan's voice.

200 years old is just a baby.

Smell the fetal fragrance in the underground palace cavity.

The skin still exudes the mother's residual heat.

The hair of the fetus is still shining with the moisture of amniotic fluid.

Black cells transmit genes deep in the earth.

Solidified spray reflects the mystery of the vast galaxy.

You were forgotten when Pangu created the world. Virgin land.

You are a gobbledygook displayed in the natural history museum.

Wudalianchi

You are the nine days and five fairies left by the heavenly queen.

You are five pearls carefully strung by Baihe Dragon Lady.

You are the five snow lotus planted by Grandpa Black Land.

You are the mirror that the volcano intercepted five times.

Eye-catching, eye-catching, eye-catching, intoxicating wanderers all over the world.

Cold and clean bodies dumped businessmen from all directions.

And your love is so firm and persistent.

It is better to be hungry and cold than to give up with the black land.

The crystal clear mind soothes the knife wound in The Journey to the West.

Sweet body fluids moisten the thirst of soybean sorghum.

Oh, just because of your sisters.

Add the beauty of Jiangnan between the white mountains and the black water.