The spirit glimpses the dawn of modern poetry

The spirit glimpsed the dawn

In the dark night

The candlelight illuminated the beating enthusiasm

It kept turning over in front of my eyes Fly

She has a ghostly phantom for people to pursue

The fresh morning light brightens the yearning

Holding a sharp arrow and shooting it into the heart of the fallen

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Dear Muse

A pure and pure life is born from this

The spiritual universe has an unreachable high sky

Bury all the pain for ideals

Don’t be afraid of the narrowness of the ladder

Kuafu chases the sun day by day

Talk

Summer The sun is bright, pink and delicate

Happiness rises in my heart like a sea tide

With your whispers

Embedded in the moisture of the soil

< p> ——My hair is flying, following your fingertips

I see the direction I am looking for

Your elegant form, my timeless content

It has become a guide for long journeys

Our hearts are like dewdrops on the lotus

Rolling crystal clear, gathering the strength of a lifetime

Towards the established goal Target fusion

Does not separate unless there is deliberate obstruction