Modern poem "Dawn"

the evening wind blows

the parting skirts

the dark room

picks up a piece of debris

abandons the sad past, yesterday

opens the heart window

welcomes the sunset glow

stands at the parting intersection

bid farewell to the past, and you

a paper plane. Struggling in

the last ray of light

being swallowed up by the night

the moment when the meteor crossed

I saw

the moonlight flowing in the night sky

when it crossed the sky, it shouted the dawn

It was tomorrow, the future and the hope.