In the feast and drunkenness,
A rabbit came face to face,
I feel that she is a female rabbit, posing,
Two big ears are full of affection.
The past year has been a long one,
At this moment,
The rabbit took me into the time tunnel,
I don't know where to go next.
The rabbit bowed to me,
Tail cocked high,
The corners of the mouth smile into a meniscus.
Her appearance gave me a hint,
Drunk into a song,
The confusing real world!
Come on, rabbit, let's have a drink!
For life, for tomorrow!
Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, they are all written for understanding things.