Modern poetry of the hut

My hut

Where the wind blows

There are mountains and water, and lilies bloom in the mountain nest

I plant Cai, I write poetry

Don’t worry I will be lonely

There are birds singing for me

My cabin

When the flowers are blooming The place

There are wild ducks swimming quietly in the river

I fish, I cast the net

I listen to the reeds telling me ancient legends

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Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city

No longer troubled by the secular world

Flattery

Delete it from the dictionary

My cabin

Where dreams arise

The night is too long

I forgot to dream

Forgot me Where is my cabin?

Or have I lost the key?

I have lost my ideals

I have lost my soul

How to report the loss

　On every indifferent face