Can you tell me your favorite sentence of modern poetry?

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. but

Yes, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: yes.

Who is it? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days

The child slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time without sound.

The obstacles did not cast a shadow I can't help bursting into tears.

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, Xiao

Two or three sunsets shot into the room. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. what

Yes-when you wash your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When you are silent, you will be condensed.

Eyes ran past. I realized that he was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again, and it was dark.

When I was lying in bed, he passed me and flew away from my feet. Wait until I open my eyes and see the sun.

Look, another day has slipped away. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running.

Just rushing by; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days are like smoke, blown away by the breeze.

, such as mist, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I'm naked.

Come to this world naked, will you go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?

You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?

1March 28th, 922

(originally published in April 1922, 1 1 Sunday, the 34th issue of Current Affairs Newspapers and Literary Xun Magazine)