Modern poetry

1. From tomorrow, be a happy person

Feed the horse, chop the firewood, travel around the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea and blossoming in spring.

From tomorrow, communicate with every loved one

Tell them my happiness

That happy lightning told me

I will tell everyone

Give each mountain a warm name for each mountain

Stranger, I also bless you

May you have a bright future

May you have a lover to become a genus

May you be happy in the world

I only want to face the sea, spring blossoms

2.

I want to be a loyal son in the distance.

And material short lover

Like all poets who dream of being horses

I have to walk on the same road with the martyrs and clowns.

Everyone has to put the fire out, and I will lift this fire up.

This fire is a great flowering and falling in the sacred motherland.

Like all poets who dream of being horses

I used this fire to get a lifetime of dark nights.

This fire is the Liangshan Walled City built for the language and rock of the great motherland.

Dunhuang with dreams----the bones that will be cold in July

Such as snow-white firewood and hard strips of white snow across the mountains of the gods

Like all poets who dream of being horses

I am putting this fire

These three are imprisoned by my lamp and spit out

Everyone has to walk through my knife

To build the language of the motherland

I am willing to start from scratch.

And so like a poet who dreams of being a horse

I would also like to sit on the bottom.

Only the most memorable in the creation of the gods

With an irresistible rate of death

Only food is my cherished

I hugged her tightly

Hug her to have children in her hometown

Like all poets who dream of being horses

I also wish to bury myself in the high mountains around me.

Watching the calm home

I am infinitely faced with the big river.

I have a tired body in my life.

Like all poets who dream of being horses

There is no drop in the years

There is a horse in the drop of water.

If I reborn in the riverbank of the motherland after the millennium

After the millennium, I once again own the rice fields of China.

And Zhou Tianzi's snow mountain Tianma kick

I choose an eternal career

My career is to be the life of the sun.

He has been since ancient times---"Japan"----

He is extremely brilliant and bright.

Like all poets who dream of being horses

Finally, I was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.

The sun is my name

The sun is my life

The corpse of poetry buried on the top of the sun----

The Millennium Kingdom and me

Riding a five-thousand-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "horse"

----I will fail

But the poem itself will win with the sun.