Modern Poetry of the Bell 1
"The Sound of the Bell"
I have always been talking to the sky as snow
When the snow falls When, the sky is just a background
The snow shines with feather-like wings
The wind takes the opportunity to sneak into the bone marrow
A feeling slowly stretches out, cleansing, and lofty
Not under the jurisdiction of the sky
The snow falls freely in the fragments of life
The bells sound alone throughout time and space
Day Hanging your head at the end of the year
In your sudden look back
Years of snow drift by
The lights are turned on and off, leaving the old worries on the left< /p>
All love breathes on the right side
I raise a bottle of red wine with my left hand and caress the silence of the night with my right hand
Wash you with the color of snow The sky full of truth
Cover the manor of thoughts with gauze
Rejuvenate yourself in a circle
Make a wish in the name of love
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The silent heart no longer falls into confusion, the lurking wind
Gradually becomes peaceful, I listen with a pious heart
to the bells hanging at this end of time and space
In the distance, it rings slowly
Like moths flying towards the dazzling fire
Just to hold on to this unhurried sound The slow sound, who knows?
How long can it be burned in the fire? Modern poetry of the bell 2
The bell breaks the morning light
Knocks the childish Door
Laughter rang out
Children's voices were more penetrating than sunlight
The sharp towers stimulated the sky
The winter sunset faded away Escape
A bee flew over
Gathering honey around the child's smiling face
The teacher drove away the bee
Together with a beautiful of butterflies
Disappointed eyes and confusion
The bell chimed three times
Okay, okay, okay, the child is safe
Bell The child said in a conceited voice
Listen, I will continue knocking for another twenty years
The child said quietly
I have grown up
< p> In your empty silence and noisy momentsI pass through the rusty iron fence
Farther than the sound of the bell.