Poetry 1: a figure in the distance
I really want to travel on the snow-capped mountains;
Send my decadent soul and body to the snow mountain for storage and tempering for ten thousand years.
I really want to have a trip to the mountains and rivers;
Give my beautiful dream back to the color of nature.
I really want to go over the mountains;
Let my vision be broadened between heaven and earth.
I really want to travel in the desert without a figure;
I just want the wandering footprints to write a permanent memory in the dry desert.
I really want to have a breezy trip;
Because I want to touch your lovely face gently,
Blow your hair gently.
I want to stay if I can!
But please forgive me!
Because I can't help it,
All I can leave you is the long hair fluttering behind me.
Poetry 2: Traveling Modern Poetry
The door is ignorant
The light is always awake like a gentleman.
Look at each other in the mirror
Step by step up the stairs, worried
Always repeating a long journey
Credit cards are close to the heart.
Put your thoughts in a shy bag.
Wisdom lurks in books.
The password to stand on the cliff
Used to break all the hard ice
Not all for dreams.
A lot of helplessness
A flat tire
Show a heavy life with great responsibility
Complaining about being skinny.
My love, you always hide out of the window.
Thickness of door
Orbit two planets
Looking for a lost life.
It's hard for the love of a lifetime
travel
It's already half dusk.
Half is dawn.
Poetry 3: Travel
Always meet.
Beautiful maple leaf
Maybe it was fate.
Otherwise, we have to say goodbye quietly.
After all, I have to go.
Difficult times.
I also know Chunlan can be envied.
I only remember the chrysanthemum season in autumn
Choose these rhymes
I didn't arrange this carefully.
It's an unintentional emotional diarrhea.
Poetry 4: Travel
I woke up before dawn, in a daze.
A roaring train. A deformed face
The passion of having sex with the headlights on at night is shaking.
A bloodshot eye opened the empty station.
Birds are scribbling in the mother tongue of the condemned man outside the window.
"I want to go home!" logged
The clock plate crawling in the snow, there.
The wolf of memory is biting a lost child.
Poetry 5: Travel
Always meet.
Beautiful maple leaf
Maybe it was fate.
Otherwise, we have to say goodbye quietly.
After all, I have to go.
Difficult times.
I also know Chunlan can be envied.
I only remember the chrysanthemum season in autumn
Choose these rhymes
I didn't arrange this carefully.
It's an unintentional emotional diarrhea.
Poetry 6: Traveling together
Pack your bags and unload the heavy rural customs, in order to
The artistic conception of a dream, I resolutely walked out of the nostalgic yellow land.
Don't ask me how long the road is, I think
The road is at your feet, and there is no further road than footsteps.
Looking back at my hometown, collecting thoughts and searching.
A real road, the taste of loess is my existence outside.
The rugged mountains erased the sadness of wandering for me.
Don't ask me how difficult the road is, I will.
Bitter journey, laying the ladder of growth.
In a foreign land, I learned firm life skills, often.
Recalling my father's teaching, I remembered the crooked reality.
Children walk on Wan Li Road, and parents' words are perfect.
My father's back is getting hunched, but he is still as tall as a column.
Walking on the quiet Fenhe beach, I once had a stupid dream here, just like yesterday.
The past flies like a meteor, and the beautiful outline of the metropolis, I marvel at you, bustling.
This is just my simple reasoning. Things have changed, and life is just a journey.
My heart has not stopped, and my steps have not stopped. I wander around every day and want to do it.
The old farmer who worked in his hometown buried the vicissitudes of life in the yellow land and wrote the Spring and Autumn Period year after year.