Write a modern poem about sunny days after rain?

Details of the poem "Welcome back from the basin"

It is also a hot birthplace and a place where there is no echo. This is a replica of my neighbor's dusk. This is an empty foxhole. You follow the mirror. You take green and blue to the red-hot land. Will you start another epic war?

Another famous war, where the charming image lasted for thousands of years, became the first image above all else, and I, I am eager to be the author of an epic. I am eager to create or create a place where money overflows or bleeds. I am eager to join a powerful role and become a great pursuer and solver. Whether you sow war or smile, the eternal smile will henceforth belong to a young man, an appreciative and exquisite person. It is the flame of water, captured, fixed and insoluble from the farthest. I know it's harder to get close to some of them, but who says there is no better way in the world? It's arrival after suffering. In modern times, what I see is round-table wine tasting and poetic conversation, especially after rain and night arrival. I can't help but admire the more mysterious, flowing water and city lights after the outstanding rainbow mystery. It is a desirable part of life, a part of vitamins and water, a part of noble souls wandering the streets, and a part of each other. The spear of chopsticks, the shield of wine glasses, the smoke of language, the plot, opened the place of the soul. Nothing can resist suffering more than this. Suffering is not a myth. It is often the explanation of the painful city. The reason for closing the wings of the sun is dizziness or even dizziness. Sometimes, it is beautiful, but what it can't resist is often beautiful, so your return is philosophical. You see, the rain and fog raised by the fountain come to our moon at night, the lights of cars are flying in the air, and countless blackbirds just stop on the beam. You see, I happened to read the beauty of Pass's "poets open their eyes and women close their eyes". You see, there are more and more foxholes in my eyes, and they are brighter and brighter. I have painted a pure land for you in my epic. 36338+03333636336

Dynasty: modern author: Yu Gang