I hope modern poetry

as long as

My hands, my feet,

Burned by handcuffs and feet,

It's fastened.

On the hard rock wall around it,

The muscles and bones of the whole body are tied to the center of that lifeline.

The oppressed atrium has changed shape,

Even the eyes can't see the light.

Covered with thick black cloth.

Yan Sensen's iron net is impenetrable,

Even the freshest fresh air from Microsoft can't get in.

The high-voltage wire overhead makes me timid,

Time sees mice stealing food,

The burning body fled the ground like smoke.

On the contrary, the faster you run, the shorter your life span.

Finally, it is not complete and dry,

Fat swelling and emaciation.

When you get close, the head of the dirty thing will stand on end.

Spark static electricity where they are about to meet.

Without it, everything becomes a dead soul,

Yellow. Weeds,

Lost its original vitality and vitality.

Even freedom is limited,

Living here is no longer a pain.

It no longer reforms for atonement.

On the other hand, it is the tempering and experience of time.

How many lights are lit on this night,

How many bright lights went out!

How many questions are there in this dark night?

And the germination of many lives,

And the end of many ordinary and peaceful lives.

Only here, only here.

Night never lights hope.

Nor put out hope,

People who don't give directions,

Or warn people who get lost.

Not to mention the existence of longevity here.

Even if there is,

It can only be a person who makes up for his mistakes with his own life.

It's like a storm blowing something away,

What did you bring?

Wind and rain never visit here,

Even if you pass by, instead of passing by,

Take a detour or flee far away.

Never look you in the eye,

On the contrary, it is to look on coldly and be neither humble nor supercilious.

Satire and ridicule.

But people are talking about it.

It has become a joke and daily life for people after dinner.

That's good, if there are no comments,

Isn't it newspapers and media, news and the public,

Are they all unemployed?

Life has also lost interest.

Some invisible mouthpiece and tools for justice,

Are you all dumb?

Have you become the hero's useless man?

At that time, Li Bai's,

I have to take off the sign that I was born to be useful,

I was born useless.

When hope turns to disappointment,

When enthusiasm turns to cold dust,

When confidence loses confidence,

When the surging tears dry up,

Finally, when the rebellious book is like the last spy,

Or a red card in the hands of a traitor,

When you put it in your own hands:

I saw God waving to me again,

Seeing the Tathagata in the western paradise,

Tell me the true meaning of Buddhism,

Seeing those Jesus,

Tell me the story of the Bible.

For example, camel Buddha, for example, Lord, God,

What does it stand for?

I read the book of rebellion,

All the words or phrases have lost their luster.

In the end, I saw only two words, like two knives.

Crossing my little neck,

That's the death penalty, capital punishment!

Red scissors with four big characters.

The cold scissors also lost their luster at this time.

No more colorful colors can be cut.

Draw a letter of guarantee, admit the crime, and fill in the empty content.

False cases have also been transplanted a lot.

It has become a serious official document.

A law enforcement elder with a swollen face and a fat face.

Pick it up in one hand according to seniority,

Ordering millions of beggars to fight dog gangs,

On the one hand, I picked up the square sword,

Pretending to be the local yellow emperor,

Issue orders to distort facts and reverse black and white.

Despair, waving his strength, magic.

And those so-called people's hearts.

At that time,

Who else would have thought of the ancestor of the Beggars' Sect, Qin Shihuang!

Why do you have to leave so many future troubles?

When all this was over in a hurry,

Who cares about millions of murders?

Who would know that behind the absurd perfection,

How many flaws and failures!

When a spinning bullet smells like gunpowder with a red nose,

When you run to your heart,

When life is coming to an end,

Only god knows,

What it means to give up a life,

Not just the disappearance of a life,

The beginning of another life,

So simple and easy!