Modern Poetry
current
过程
Ji Xian
Wolf thin legs, cast thin, long shadow, in the cracks of the earth.
Wilderness
Not even the several strains of cactus, a few weeds are not born;
But all was dry, withered plants have not become an out.
It is said that thousands of years ago, this is fertile ground here;
But the long drought, the extinction of the human habitation.
He re-wandering wandering in the ruins of the ancient empire,
Holding a small piece of rubble kiss, and then and had to leave.
He come from?
Who he is?
Afraid not give the correct answer, right?
However, their dying cactus and weeds are
'd Do see this:
Over the years,
This strange guy, is the only passing through;
He sowed cane, slowly to blood-red sun_set_,
Disappear in a rising arc of the horizon dusk,
That posture is no longer look around the only solution
Is so reserved.
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