Poetic modern poetry after the Republic of China

Love is forgotten where it is locked.

Memory dies where it exists.

Sadness is scattered in the world, and the plot lives in the world.

Shake off a beautiful and sad smile in cheongsam.

Centennial shadow algae floating in duckweed.

The so-called friends are boundless and fragrant.

A book of paper dust, two pens of paper heart and three sighs of cold smoke outside the window.

The world in the twilight knows who is good.

Who is better than sending residual paper and ink?

Go to the old country under the sky

The cicada is already cold.

Those long-lost sorrows

Those lost sorrows in the Republic of China.

Flowers are buried in the world of mortals.

Every bit of pen and ink

With a few tears.

When they left,

I grieve in vain.

The man plays the flute and flute leisurely.

Women's mouths are full of faint eyebrows and shallow eyebrows.

After writing, you can't continue to write.

Who can be responsible for the soul

Only the sky, the sea, the universe, the moon and the stars.

In Huaguang, Fei Xuan

Your noble and pure heart

These fluttering eyebrows and handsome eyes are like flying flowers.

Qiao se ling Yan

Fireworks from all over the world outside the window

What kind of dance music can you play?

You leave your world of mortals seat

The weak woman grasped God's hand.

Be a pure ancient and modern person all your life.

Immortal person