Dahan's Modern Poetry

The great cold eagle hit the vast land, and the creatures hissed, breaking through the dark clouds and freezing the winter. In this cold and dark moment, you are still the most powerful overlord in the sky. You have a noble soul, proud blood and fighting against the rules of heaven and earth is like breaking the silence. God of War of the HarmonyOS system, you are the son of the birds of heaven and earth. In the struggle, you die again and again, and you are resurrected in nirvana. Screaming all night, the dawn will come.

The solar term poem about the great cold is a city and an island. Some unknown birds are flying around in the Woods, roaring in the cold wind, and snowflakes are flying all over the sky at night, constantly creating loneliness, romance and ripples, which is chilling. Every blood vessel of mine is full of music, moon shadows, magnificence and miracles. I believe that every beam of light here is God's will. Full of soft tidal sounds, the earth is deep and vast. A pool is lonely and cold all night, just past the mountain, flowing water and virtual cold current, where birds sing crisp and flowers bloom and fall. At this moment, I just wait for the spring breeze to become a happy hunter.