Even the sea is almost empty.
How long has the light been here?
Even pedestrians on the road have become deaf and lonely, and the hearts of those who say they are suffering are also suffering.
In fact, their hearts are like pilgrims.
People who say they are rich are happy.
They are not overwhelmed by sirens, but people who sing poems.
Their hearts really face the light.
Although the light often does not come.
But they are still roaring (resounding through the sky and reaching deep inside)
Towards an ideal future
Still Fighting —— Comments of Anshan Poet: This poem is the author's calm thinking about the present materialism and his worries about the future of the poem. Expressed the poet's yearning for light, ideal and freedom. Full of the flavor of the times. . . . . I wrote it myself. . . Senior three)