Excerpts from poems

"Falling Leaves"

In autumn, my yard is full of fallen leaves

They are golden in color

Even the wind cannot blow them< /p>

"Moonlight"

You come down from the back hill with your skirt in hand

The leaves float in the evening breeze

The moonlight shines on the wooden door Surge

"Swans"

They are in the mountains

Taking a walk and taking a nap to clean their wings

Escape the dust of the world

He Sanpo had the greatest influence on me when I first started learning to write poetry. What should modern poetry look like? What makes a good poem? This is what I asked myself when I started writing. I once thought that by messing up the sentences in a sentence or a paragraph, I could make a poem. That was naive and romantic self-righteousness. Of course, there are too many standards for good modern poetry, including music, lyricism, directness, picture construction... too many, but I think good modern poetry is nothing more than being able to have a chemical reaction on the individual, that is Deep in the blood, pain in the soul, others may not understand why this poem is good, but you say: I feel it, you have such confidence. He Sanpo's poems are life and nature, and he himself is the gift of life and nature. A few short lines are enough to show the picture and contain its profound meaning. So I like it very much and never tire of it. The visual and sensory aspects complement each other. It is a feeling that can only be produced by the work and the readers.

I really don’t know how a lot of saliva poems can dominate the world. How can they attract a lot of attention by saying they are written for their own entertainment?