Modern poetry of ladder

This mysterious object

Resurrection on barren land

Connect the top and bottom of the mountain.

Parallel lines are cliffs cut by axes.

The green hills are huge, lying there.

A trickle, flowing.

Smoke from the kitchen chimney is still rising.

There are some secrets you must keep.

This is your hard sweat.

Have your sweet laughter.

There's something you expect. Go to sleep.

There is the earliest morning light in the world.

There is the latest rest in the world.

There is the best air in the world.

There is one last ladder in the world.

The men did their best.

Climb down the ladder with a heavy basket on your back.

Go to the distant market.

In exchange for this winter's demand

The woman put down her busy work.

Hope overhead once climbed down the ladder.

Go in the direction of your mother's family.

Bring back the beauty of this winter.

The old people recalled the long ladder.

There is also a kind of comfort at the top of the mountain.

The baby was crying in the cradle.

Seems to feel the magic at the foot of the mountain.

The students face this long ladder.

Without the slightest hesitation

Whether it's windy or rainy.

We must measure the distance between school and home.

I want to get off this long ladder.

Let it enter people's memories.

Come to think of it.

How I want to invite you to settle down at the foot of the mountain.

Let you say goodbye to loneliness

There is warm wind and rain in Mao Mao.

The sun is as beautiful as the moon.

I firmly believe that this is not a miracle.

Postscript: At the top of a mountain in the west, there is a natural village with several wooden stairs living up and down.