Modern Poetry on Minibuses

Emerging from the wave of reform

Squeezing out from the open door

A head of majestic cavalry

Running in the The mountains and plains of the motherland

In the early morning, open your bright and sleepy eyes

Welcome customers from all over the world with a smile

With a fiery Chinese heart

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Comforting old people and children in the Eastern and Western Hemispheres

In the evening, dragging their tired bodies

Shaking the road, Crossing the street

The young man who picks up the master after work

The vendor who returns from school

Picks him up to the dimly lit door

On a sunny day, colorful clouds and smoke are sprayed out from behind

Flying across the river, circling the mountains

Chasing the sun, chasing time

The modern lady in Hong Kong bends her smile

The old dragon lady in Taiwan was so angry

On a rainy day, crystal beads of sweat were thrown all the way

Rolling in mud, hiding a red gallbladder

Open the minds of the lower Liba people

Comparable to the roar of the golden phoenix

Cut the silver thread of the God of Heaven

Minibus, with heroic appearance and tenderness

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Endlessly favored by Chinese and foreign tourists

With strength and wisdom

Shine in the roaring 1990s