Lonely craftsmen like black, and large pieces of black are fanatical and calm.
Like a herbal box, it can stimulate the curative effect.
More objective than developers, black cats are pure,
It is not dispensable. The goddess Olympia,
Behind Venus in Urbino, there is a black wall.
Not dispensable.
In response to creativity,
Caused by one of the deepest things,
Color, if you don't want to be swallowed up.
Absolute beauty,
Get ready to come out.
2. Modern Poetry 2
Kangaroos' golden fur is raised,
There is still potential for luster to flow over the ridge.
October, too, when it is ready to bow down,
The beauty of the hind limbs poured out, two arcs.
A little further, just a little,
You will live in the annual rings, rich in spring and autumn.
I am catching up with an autumn festival, and the raiders are full of dark wounds.
Introverted logic needs to get through the thread.
Who is famous in Sun Shan, who chews the bitter fruit sweet?
What a wonderful juice, producing seawater.
Unfathomable, but give back in words.
Those vibrato that didn't pop up, waiting for the strings to turn blue.
Some people regard the body as a harp, just stiff when they lie down.
Not suitable for playing, I hope so,
Vivid as the accordion in spring, that kind of buzzing.
3. Modern Poetry 3
Live in the present, not come.
Witchcraft and art are the same,
Gauguin and I are at opposite ends of the weight.
Confrontation, I'm surrounded by flames,
Darkness deep in the jungle.
The audience was dumbfounded, either sitting or walking.
Ghosts, two wizards or clowns.
Trying to control the focus, but the high temperature broke out at night,
An old tree fell down when the gas field was opened.
Blood is infiltrating, as if from the center of the earth.
It seems to penetrate the poles of heaven and earth,
Burn all the filth, fever and masks,
Including spectators and numb curiosity outside the picture.
Red and black hexagrams open the underwear of all civilizations,
Then the cellar in Jerusalem was plated with patina.
What a big witchcraft! Like a living thing.
Bite, bite, so much magic,
Stimulate my eyes, the Dojo set by the impressionist master.
In a painting fascinated by color,
I feel like there's still a sacrifice missing,
Sacrifice or daughter red.
Extended data:
Poetry writing skills:
A picture of a poem. Appreciating a good poem is like appreciating a beautiful painting. With the help of words, it shows us an immersive picture, which makes us feel the ups and downs of our thoughts and feelings with the author. Therefore, a good poem requires very high visualization, and the main feature of visualization is that it can't be "as straightforward as prose", but it should be told with images and pictures, and efforts should be made to achieve the picture feeling of poetry with pictures and poems.