Modern Poetry Appreciation: A Knife

  ◎Wind·Death

Even if they are disgusted, they still roar loudly

It brings many executioners

Should we be sad? Death

So many lives, where to go!

Wherever you point your hand, there will be crying

Is the smog very dense? But I can see clearly

Occasionally, you leave a short period of time in the gap

I see the sunshine, and the sunshine is full of fruits

◎Snow·Truth

Here are my deceased relatives and friends

Returning from nothingness

Sitting in the winter, they are flying around

In silence, give me a background

What falls on the eyelids is sadness

What falls on the palms must be love

Sitting in winter, sitting Empty white

Except for the conspiracy of smog, as far as the eye can see

Some things are ready to move

 ◎Tree·Exchange

Those trees , keep laughing

A few lonely trees, grinning

How hypocritical they are, facing the sun

Laughing at the death that we cannot stop

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Those trees, they tremble

A few lonely trees are covered with bruises

How hypocritical we are, sitting upright on the scars of the trees

Because of the wind and sand, Mudslide, full of sadness

◎A knife

A knife, choose some words in winter

Warmth, harmony, and a grand mind

The edges are compressed layer by layer, becoming thicker and shorter

They smile - how round and full!

Morality shines from the handle of the knife

A snow fell, covering his mouth and writing to criticize

Butcher Zhang screamed——

My family The pig is fat, give me a knife