Shower modern poetry

one

I can see it clearly.

The fallen leaves fell before our eyes.

It's obviously not autumn yet.

A flaming sunset glow

Just walked down the hill.

I can see it clearly.

Dead branches splashed at the feet.

Obviously angry, angry

Forget the front.

I am standing

two

Wind; timebomb

Wanmu cheered.

Woods and meadows cheered.

Sweep the dust and fog

Raise grey sand and leaves

Timid insects and birds

Hide out of sight early.

Only brave swallows.

on hand

Tease the dust

three

I can see it clearly.

Running from the northwest sky

A herd of black wild horses.

Catch the sunshine

There is still a bright sky hidden in the distance.

All colors

It's all flooded.

be off the trail

The light has completely disappeared.

Night is eroding the world.

four

I heard the thunder clearly.

The harsh lightning is dazzling.

Sky, why are you so angry?

Angry at whom? Angry at whom?

Wild horses rolled in the thunder.

The devil appeared before the lightning.

Bold guy

Will cry and bleed in the thunder

five

The wild horse fell.

Fierce and incomparable

Bloodthirsty nature mutually assured destruction.

Heaven, broken by thunderbolt

Pour down

It's raining cats and dogs

It's raining hard

Covered with dirty blood

And a broken body.

These dirty things

Drift away in muddy water

six

In the distance, a conservative pond.

Be beaten mercilessly

A tenacious struggle

Gradually began to shake.

In the cold wind

Hit the willows that are about to land on the shore.

seven

Heavy and lifeless

Has been imprisoned in the pond

The old life can no longer be maintained.

eight

Hundreds of rivers and seas are in another world.

Go on day and night

Huge waves and huge waves set off history.

Countless rivers give love to the ocean.

The sea sends its love to the river with inexhaustible rain and dew.

Thus, there was the Wang Yang Sea.

nine

I stood quietly in the rain.

Let the rain of passion wash away the soul.

ten

Pond, all the old days.

Can't call it life.

Thousands of years of peace

Tens of thousands of years of graves.

Shallow water fish waves

Interest-free shadow

Death, emptiness

Cicada is also infinitely lonely.

eleven

Through this lightning and storm

Stir up your waves

Roar loudly and boldly

Move with the pulse of the times

twelve

I'm soaked to the skin.

thirteen

The world has long lost a dry place.

Only the rain drowned everything.

Come on, let's hear the earth-shattering thunder.

Let me wake up in this noise