Modern Poetry
Anymore be summer
现在是夏天
Chang Yao
- Answers to "ditch those spirits"
Now is the summer, the main project broke ground back by the timely foundation.
Re-flight hovering over the left-century shock.
People into the abyss of gold miners, such as open
Supernatural feel no doubt brilliant projection.
Urban abyss that the construction of the army ant
Many hands weaving from numerous steel facade,
Will fill the gap, even the river bridge into a mammoth one.
Ah, pillars, walls of the maze. Is the harp, metal garden.
Heaven blocks, unbeaten Ganzhe Lin, Tin Drum ... ...
Circadian rhythm of Transcendence pedigree lines for the new God of Weiling Tim Li radiance.
Spirit of all those who should be allowed to ditch Yingyinggougou nowhere.
So blue. Only heat and Engineering faith pain relief.
Do not say I have the impasse.
I do not think they even for a moment as you leave which is ominous
The dead;
My palms thriving off ears of corn, still will be the same for wheat growth.
Ye have my palm dissolved minerals, dissolved minerals must still rule for the same.
Enough. I enjoy the silence.
Now is the summer, the sun strong that thick, red paint, like stirring.
Foehn baked, asphalt cement, gas heavy astringent eye.
Jia Zhi main project in the city, such as tidal currents between the islands.
Probe was quietly pulled out a hand of iron fences with mold blanks.
However, indigo blue cloth as the main project as naive,
Wash rinse soap foam like the United States after cleaning, is get rid of my depression.
1992
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