Modern Poetry
Singing Breakthrough Body As a ball
鸟鸣穿透身体，像一粒子弹
Chi Kai
"Birds through the body, like a bullet"
Birds from the unknown distance, flying
Tweet, in your day to go through the South Park
Put on a new green clothes, those branches
Through the fence, two butterflies play in the flowers
Slight physical and mental fatigue, in the late spring
Experience a cool, diffuse over thirty brook
Like a mountain hermit, you no longer longing downtown
Day by day through the alarm. You see
Capsules are so full, that wild fruit trees
Confucius said: "Around the clock, lost time is never absolute necessity"
Clear and playing a song, pleading bird hit my heart
"I want to call you in the silent spring"
I stood on the high hills, covered with dark clouds
Make the whole town under siege. Qingming is over
In April, when spring is about to go on forever
Sitting quietly alone rock, grass edge
Knowing about the moldering wall, the ruins, butterflies fly tired
Indeed, we all need a torch to illuminate the dark inner
Spring, ah, I really unable to put you all up, and your words
Before dark, allow me once again
Shouted the names of all family members, do not Chenmian
Broad your path, nothing can stop
"Only a locust leaflets open in the spring"
Missed appointments as long as there is no spring, no removal of Ash tree
Approached a man will touch her old trunk
After rain, the mountain the other end is greener
Pieces languishing, those new leaves spit
Kid, I love to pick them, blown tunes
Leaves notes she also has seven bands
Ash is very old, and can not withstand more wind and rain
The beginning of time, we all miss
In the mountains and seas, the Juanniao homing
Beautiful spring, you are not too many reflections
Before dawn, let us meet in a dream, joy.
"Snowy night, whirling Moon Shadow"
Cold weather, so that it is more like winter. If it rains
Falling roof tiles, and will be ticking. Biting a sufficient
This city is the wind, the thinner the clothes blowing
Or snow looks better. Plum opened in the corner of North Park
Tourists. The snow stopped flying, the world silver
Comfort to the world. Evening, dive into the streets
Or into the high-rise and low old house
After all, is a dark sky down to
Lone stranger in the snowy night, deep kick, light kick
And the moon, not a one step on the way home
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