Is the frog crying? The fields are over.
The city was silent.
The light still shines on the earth.
I opened the door and listened to the frog.
Burning grassland
I closed the door and the lights filled the room.
The machine is shouting.
My bedside
Broken wall on the first floor
A little life is brilliant.
as if relieved of a heavy burden
The summer I'm looking forward to
In the sound of frogs.
Near my bed.
Take my sleep away
The most lyrical modern poem 2: the last petal
If there ever comes a day when
There are small flowers in my swamp.
If there ever comes a day when
My sadness dyed the valley red.
My gloomy sky
Is it possible to plant rainbows?
When you accidentally-
Makes my heart tremble.
I love carefully
Will it bloom in an instant?
When fruit—
Whether it is round or dry.
Will no longer be ashamed.
At midnight—
If someone touches it,
Very gentle. Appearance.
Will fall at his feet.
Scatter the last petals happily.
The most lyrical modern poem 3: notes of life
Search repeatedly in life
Can you find your notes?
When the morning light and the water waves kiss and twinkle
When the leaves snuggle up to the dew.
When the red sun and the sea of clouds are warm
When the breeze caresses the earth
No matter how you look, I can't find you.
I searched thousands of valleys and kissed rivers and oceans.
The wet ink dyed the language red.
Jumped into a sea of fire-
Into a burning curly white mark.
This is such a simple source of life.
A world that all living things can have.
But the field of my life is full of cracks.
Now my lines extend infinitely.
Life that never lacks sunshine and rain.
And a silver world without stars and the moon.
I have been trying to fill my heart with sunshine.
Let life and poetry be free.
It is the seeds of life that pluck your notes.
Or cover my heart and eyes.