Humanist poetry, because all the chaotic gods in Machamp belong to love in the end, the starry sky is so romantic, so life is meaningful.
If the universe is a poem, then we humans are the words in this poem. As long as this poem is long enough, we can understand the meaning of our existence in the poems of the universe.
Art is the regulator of human suffering, and science is the productive force to overcome human suffering.
Grind the ears of wheat into powder.
In deep chewing, heavy snow crosses the border.
A balloon trapped in the wind
Colorful cicadas began to swim all over the river bed.
People gather on the shore in autumn.
In a big fire
Next to the haystack of feathers
Look at that returning fine horse.
The hidden explosion swallowed up the dust.
White cloth floated in the cracks in the wooden shed.
Elephants never come to show their greatness.
A hand in a finger
Point to the canyon
Moonlight breaks eggshells.
Be salvaged from the deep sea by the tide
in return
Jellyfish mountain shelter window.
The curious fish swam into the house.
Time will wear away the rust at the end of the room.
The clouds in the canopy began to snow.
They poured sweet love into the bottle.
The dead child spat out fireflies.
traction
Avoid barking dogs for the dead on the table.
Flow along the fog
Shadows float in the sea of trees in the desert.