About the most suitable modern poems for boys to read 1: Complicity
Many years have passed, and the mica
shines in the mud
Evil and bright
Like the sun in the eyes of a snake
The forest of hands, full of misguided paths
The young deer is Where
Perhaps only the base changes the desolation here
The town is formed
Freedom is just
The gap between the hunter and the prey Distance
When we look back
On the vast background of the portraits of our fathers
The arc drawn by the bat, and the dusk
Disappear together
We are not innocent
We have already become accomplices with the history in the mirror
Waiting for that day
In the volcanic magma Sedimented in
Turned into a cold spring
Seeing the darkness again About the most suitable modern poems for boys to read Chapter 2: Random Thoughts
Dusk rises from the beacon tower
On the islands in this boundary river
A race inhabits
And spreads, the land changes color
The myth is under the worn cotton wool
When the pregnancy of dreams also spreads with curare
Painful throbs, the trumpets are silent
Corpses move in the night
In Amid the tears that kept pouring out of my wife
I unfolded a white screen
Covering the door leading to the distance
The east, in this piece of amber
It is a vast shore
The reeds sail towards the trembling dawn
The fisherman abandoned the boat and left like smoke
History from the shore Departure
Cut down large tracts of bamboo forest
Write on the immortal booklet
Limited words
In the tomb, a lamp A everlasting lamp
Witnessing the death of bronze or gold
There is another kind of death
The death of wheat
Where the swords are crossed In the gaps
They grew defiantly
Ignite the sun, cover the winter with ashes
The wheels fell
Along the spokes The direction of scattering
The city captured by the wind and sand
It is another kind of death, the stone tablet
Wrapped in silky soft moss
Like an extinguished lantern
Only the road remains alive
The road that outlines the original contours of the earth
Through the long zone of death
< p> Come to my feet, dust is raisedThe smoke of gunpowder still lingers on the ancient fort
I have long been cast, inside the cold cast iron
Keep the impulse and call
The thunder calls the ancestors returning from the storm
And thousands of ghosts grow out of the ground
A lonely tree grows The big tree
provides us with shade and allows us to taste the bitter fruit
At this time of departure, about the most suitable modern poems for boys to read Chapter 3: The Master
The neglected guest left
He left disastrous news
And a glove
In order to knock on my door again
I still can’t see the fireworks clearly during the day
The dance music is playing
The moonlight flowing from the mill
is full of hints of dreams
Believe in miracles
The miracle is the nail in the wall
My shadow is trying on
The clothes shaking on the nail
< p> Try my last luckBetween two knocks
The hand supporting sleep hangs down
Dangerous stairs
Outlined from the night