Modern Poetry of Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses

Still a strong team

Go exploring.

-is still awe-inspiring righteousness.

Still a majestic lineup.

Just a place to go out.

It's underground.

Escort rotting bodies.

The body has rotted.

Rot without a trace

You are still alive

More than twenty years later.

You are still lifelike.

Although my eyes are frozen.

Your faces

Still carrying it

Vague expression

Although the tongue is stiff

Your pace

Still insisting

The heaviness of the mind

You still walk like that.

Deep in the earth's surface

Vaguely ring

The echo of your footsteps

You're still arranged like that.

outdated

active

The glory of your array

only

After years

You can't go back.

Father's lament

My mother's advice

Has been covered with thick dust.

River of memory

Also dried up.

Wife's tears

Joule's cry

Ivy has grown out.

That's what you have to do.

Walk for centuries and centuries.

Maybe, just open to you.

Sunshine in the new century

Makes you stand up suddenly.

Maybe, go and dig yours.

The shocking sound of iron shovel

Stop your two thousand years of underground covert operations.

In fact, what you have experienced.

It was a tragic martyrdom.

only

In a tragic funeral

You're making one

An adventure dream that is too long and too long.