Modern Poetry on the Plateau in Summer

How can I hold you in my arms

I like the plateau.

When the long suona sound blows into my blood

Yellow notes will jump in my tears.

I became a dumb baby.

I looked at the distant mountains with deep affection.

Every arc is tied to my heart.

Vast and heavy test small value.

Vicissitudes are hidden in the green silence.

Eternity is broken, but there is always something eternal.

I searched in a strange picture.

Those trees

Those valleys

Those scars

Clouds shed raindrops from the hillside.

Knock into people's eyes

Busy figure

Run into my eyes

The smell of loess is mixed with grass fragrance.

The wind tilted the rain curtain.

If you want to see the yellow mud road with footprints, if the shepherd boy shouts with the cattle and sheep.

Bypass the broken wall at the entrance to the village

Blow Yang Shan a kiss after the rain.

Embrace the rainbow in a stretched position.

I like the plateau.

I heard the bell of the temple on the mountain and the high-pitched Qin opera piercing the shadow.

although

Try to hold you in my arms.

At this moment,

I just want to step into the dusk path.