Good poems of the day
The tragedy of poetry
Text/Hua Ling
Chaos Start-up Is a silence and wilderness everywhere
Then a song came from Yo-Yo
It crosses forest caves deserts and large rivers
This blue planet endures for a long time
As for the content of the lyrics
Lost because there was no writing at that time
As for the spirit of the song
Five thousand years later I can faintly see it
That's actually a poem
The ultimate song of creating human civilization
It directly gave birth to language
Then the words spread in all directions
Since then, you have considered yourself a hero
Let the crowd sing your carrier
You are brilliant in the Middle Ages
At that time, the world was highly respected
You are a darling or a petite
Absolute sentences, no verses, no verses, no verses
You really erect a monument
Let future generations dare not stand up
They racked their brains
It was only halfway up the mountain sighing
Tang Feng Song Yun Tang Feng Song Yun
You make posterity cry bitterly
Crying and chanting to you through the ages
What a mood it is
Also let the modern me
Escape in the machine building
Grab a copy of your ancient anthology
Willow embankment Autumn water barren slope
Write today's poem
Writing poetry is tantamount to self-harm
I searched for dry intestines and how could I pull it out
A sentence that compares to you
So the sun sets
I knelt down facing west and put down my pen in a daze
Watch the mountains gushing and the sea, the sunset blood
Your old rhythm is still sniffing in your mouth
Under the curtain, the evening wind is getting stronger
Shake the boundless falling wood and fall down
Gold leaves flew all over my body
My thoughts
Fluttering like a flying leaf
Suddenly, it churned like a sea of clouds
What an annoying late autumn setting!
Look around
The wilderness is deserted at night
Endure the review
The path is covered with shadows
Suddenly felt lonely
Can't help but think of that one
A young poet with a cold skeleton
Yes he can't go beyond it
None of us can surpass it
- Yourself
Poetry is still poetry
The author is not us anymore
Even a thousand lives
How can you exchange it for a thousand sentences
Wrote a lifetime of poetry
But lost at the last moment
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What a ridiculous thing to do
Or sadness
All the poets who entered the profession changed careers
Those who have not entered the industry are still gambling on youth
I can't help it
Still stick to this abandoned garden
If human beings are destined to no longer need poetry to sing
Just let it die
To save so many anemic poets
Shattered hope
Deep twilight
I am alone in the gallery of poetry of the ages
Drunk like drinking wine
The shadow of piety creeps across the floor
At this time, a figure floated in front of his eyes
It's Li Bai
Or Du Fu?
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