Modern Poetry
Bottle
瓶
Ya Xian
My heart is a bottle of old;
Just installed the tears, do not install laugh vortex.
Installed only the pain, do not install love.
Gone with the crane as a saint-like,
I do not love flowers, do not love birds,
Just a cold eye, a quiet soul.
One day I brought a girl's head in her hair,
Her singing children, through the grass with a flower diameter,
With slender fingers and knocking me to I want to love!
I said, I had the flame from the kingdom.
But now I could not be more ancient ancient
My passion has been with the world's snow cold today!
She is not trained, trained, love to sobbing.
The astringent tears of pain and acid
The drip into my heart ... ...
Ai Ai, I am too much has already been installed.
So, I started cracking sparkling,
Tintin into the winter break already.
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