Modern Poetry "Love Song of the Heart"

"Love Song in the Heart"

(1)

The heart is covered by the thick shadow of the lungs

The blood vessels are rushing

Like a stream

In my heart

There is a wilderness

That is eager to cultivate

Full of vitality land

My ancestors left this little legacy

in the hope that I would cherish their hard work

With this land in my heart

I will not be hungry

I will never rent or pawn this land

Become a usurer

Or a slave

There are many roads in life

Take it on your own

So, I decided to cultivate myself

(2)

I go to my heart

I go to myself

In the depths of my soul

Carve my footprints

I am the son of a farmer

The unworthy son

I am a descendant of the earth

The rebellion of the earth

Originally

I should learn from my fathers Farming

I am planting slogans in my heart

Planting slogans

Originally

I should be cultivating my ideals in my heart

But I am building an altar in my heart

Building a temple

So

I can only deceive myself with the painted cake

My pure heart

has entered the feudal territory

Oh, my soul is so upside down

My footprints are like that Shallow and curved

(3)

I am heading for failure

Towards my father’s body

Father, your son is here Salute to you

Did you know that

you left a failed son

I wonder where you buried your success and hope

In a piece of land

In this piece of land you work tenaciously with your mother

In this piece of land

In the place where you bend down

New green has grown

Strongness is the power for your success

Now, there is that tender green grass in your heart

> How much strength I gave my son

How much vitality...

(4)

I am heading towards spring

Towards the season of love

Girl

How should we express our feelings

Let’s work hard together

Let’s sow love and join together

Connecting two hearts

We are all young

It is the morning sun

We have two suns

There are two How rich a sun should be

In this way, the seeds of love will have double sunshine

In this way, we will reap double the sweetness

When we sit in the fields and fantasize The future

You can hear the message of babies moving in the belly of the earth

As long as we never betray this fertile soil

The seeds we plant

will inevitably grow into ourselves

(5)

I move toward autumn

toward maturity

What we harvest is no longer painful memories

We no longer rely on the sky for food

Begging to survive

The joy of our harvest

Truly our own

The balance of life will recognize our value

Refining gold sooner or later

But the proportion is the same

Timber that comes out of the mountains

has its place

Excavation of human resources should be as good as excavating cultural relics

Ours The heart can provide

a lot of spiritual food

make the world more abundant

leave it to future generations

and also for ourselves...

? (6)

I am maturing

Mature seeds also have different harvests

Nature has different spring breezes

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There are also different autumn rains

Life has different lives

There are also different endings

Sometimes I am very sad

I wrinkle the lake water with the autumn wind

The lake water refuses to turn golden

Sometimes I am lucky

I am on the dewdrops of early spring

Holding a golden sun

Sometimes I am very ordinary

I harvest in the spring

The thought that the cold cannot last long

Sometimes I am very naive

Your shadow and I

look up at the mid-autumn moon together

Sometimes I am very poor

I Oaths as golden

Auctioning and pawning everywhere

Sometimes I am stubborn

I firmly believe in my barren heart

Hope The seeds of success will not die

Success hopes for the future and does not belong to aging

Mature hope for success will still be born...