Modern poems of Parthenocissus tricuspidata

Green, smiling on the wall.

In the name of the tiger, set off the blue waves between red bricks and gray tiles.

Immortality is a lie.

However, there is.

Let's start with the smallest seed.

Youth is a turning point in life.

Spread your hands and feet year after year.

A bayonet stained with human blood crossed.

There is a deep scar on the red wall.

Yiyi is dead.

Not just the right time.

Countless particles went through.

The gray tile split in half with a scream.

Yiyi is dead.

Not just the right time.

Others are walking in the street, and people's bodies are slightly proud on the ruins.

Iraq broke out

Patiently stretch out your hands and feet among the ruins

Even at the critical point of my life, I still don't give up the last drop of blood hidden in the soil.

Suddenly, those people found Yi's figure.

It splashed on the crimson wall with scars and bloomed like summer flowers.

Green is dazzling. ......

If Ilo dies,

Not just the right time.

Even if you can't,

I also want to hang my bones in front of people with perseverance.

Show them,

Show them,

One day, the whole world will be covered with green creepers.