A prime minister's comment on shorter modern poems

The sound of violets on the roadside can't attract a casual glance, whispering in these chaotic poems.

On the edge of the secluded path, violet's feelings are hard to attract that unintentional glance, so I have to recite messy poems and mutter to myself.

In the sleepy dark cave, dreams built their nests with the debris left by the daytime travel team.

In the secluded cave of the silent and dark heart, I dream of building a habitat with the broken chapters lost in the desert by Japanese travel.

Petals are sown in spring, not for future fruits, but for a whim.

Petals are sown in spring, not for the fruitful results in the future, but for the whimsy of the moment.

The happiness released from the bondage of the earth's sleep poured into countless leaves and danced in the air for a day.

Joy escaped from the sleeping world, flowed into the sea of Fangfeiya, and danced in the wind every day.

When my works sink heavily to the bottom of the sea, my insignificant words may dance gently with the waves of time.

My language is insignificant, however, when my works are precipitated by profound meanings, they can dance with the floating waves of the years.

The underground moth of thought grows thin wings and makes farewell flight in the sunset sky.

The moth of the heart, with tulle wings, dances away from sadness in the golden blue sky of sunset.

Butterflies don't count months, but moments. They have enough time.

Butterfly does not calculate the month, but the moment, so her time is rich.

My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises with a single laugh. The tree gazes at its beautiful shadow in love, but it can never catch it.

My thoughts are like fireworks, simply smiling and riding the wings of admiration.

Trees cling to its beautiful image, but they can never catch it.

Let my love surround you like sunshine and give you bright freedom.

Let my love embrace you like sunshine and give you brilliant freedom.

Days are colorful bubbles floating on the surface of unfathomable nights.

The daytime is colorful floating foam, floating in the deep night.

My sacrifices are too cowardly to be remembered by you, so you may remember them.

My sacrifice is ashamed of your memory, and you remember it for it.

If my name is a burden, cross it out of the gift, but keep my song.

If my name becomes a burden, erase it from this gift, but please keep my poem.

April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on the dust with flowers, erases them and forgets them.

April, like a naughty child, writes difficult words on the dirt with flowers, then erases them and forgets them.

Memory, priestess, kill the present and give its heart to the temple of the dead past.

The children ran out of the solemn temple and sat in the dust. God watched them play and forgot the priest.

The priestess "memory" destroyed the "present" and sacrificed the lost old altar with her heart.

The children jumped out of the solemn temple and sat in the dust. God watched them play and forgot the priest.

My mind starts at the moment when its thoughts flow, just like a stream starts in its own sudden flowing notes that never repeat.

In the wave of thoughts, my heart suddenly became agile because of the brilliance of the moment, just like the trickle of Qingxi flowing because of its sudden and never-repeated rhyme.

In the mountains, still rush out and explore their own height; In the lake, the movement is still, staring at its own depth.

At the top of the mountain, "stillness" rushes out and explores its own peak; In the lake, "movement" is still, thinking about its own depth.

A kiss on the eyes closed in the morning on the night before leaving shines in the dim starlight.

The fading night kissed the closed eyes of the morning, and this kiss turned into the brilliance of the stars.

Girl, your beauty is like an immature fruit, which is tight with an unyielding secret.

Girl, your beauty is like a ripe fruit, hiding stubborn secrets nervously.

The sadness of losing memory is like no birds singing, only the dark time when crickets chirp.

The sadness of amnesia is like a dumb and obscure time, without birds singing, only crickets chirping.

Paranoia tries to hold the truth firmly in his hand, but he can't hold it.

The great night lit up all her stars.

"Prejudice" tries to hold the truth firmly in the palm of your hand, who would have thought it would be crushed to death.

"Wish" wants to light a shy lamp, and the vast night sky lights up with bright stars.

Although he held the goddess of the earth in his arms, the sky was always so far away.

Although the sky wants to hold the bride of the earth in her arms, it is still infinitely far away.

God seeks comrades and demands love, while the devil seeks slaves and demands obedience.

God seeks companions and advocates love, while the devil seeks slaves and demands obedience.

In return for her service, the soil tied the tree to herself, and the sky asked for nothing, leaving it free.

The earth tied trees to her in return for serving her, while the sky wanted nothing and let it grow freely.

Like an immortal gem, it does not boast about the length of its years, but about its instantaneous flash.

As eternal as a gem, it shows off not its long history, but the shining light in an instant.

Children always live in eternal mystery, not covered by historical dust.

Children will always live in the mystery of immortal years and will not be eclipsed by the dust of history.

In the footsteps of creation, a chuckle takes it quickly through time.

The smile in the creator's footsteps makes it span time and space instantly.

A distant man approached me in the morning, and when he was taken away at night, he was even closer.

In the morning, the indifferent man approached me, and when he was swept away by the night, he still approached me.

White and pink oleanders meet and have fun in different dialects.

White oleander and pink oleander meet unexpectedly. Although dialects are different, they are full of laughter.

When peace actively sweeps away its dirt, it is a storm.

When the breeze washes away the dirt excitedly, it is a storm.

The lake lay low on the hillside, pleading for love with tears at the feet of the stubborn.

The lake lay prone at the foot of the mountain, showing love to those who refused with tears.

The holy child smiles in his meaningless clouds and short-lived toys of light and shadow.

The son plays and smiles in boring clouds and fleeting images.

The breeze whispers to the lotus,

"What's your secret?"

"It's myself," said Lotus. "Steal it and I'll disappear!"

The breeze whispered to the water lily:

"What's your secret?"

The water lily replied, "It's me. If you steal it, I will disappear! " "

The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the branches danced hand in hand, swaying the branches.

The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk are dancing hand in hand on the swaying branches.

Jasmine's love for the sun is her flower.

Jasmine whispers her love for the sun.

Tyrants claim that freedom is to stifle freedom, but they take it for themselves.

The tyrant preaches freedom to kill it, but he has freedom himself.

Tired of heaven, the gods are jealous of mankind.

The gods are tired of their heaven and envy mortals.

Clouds are mountains in steam, and mountains are clouds in stones-fantasies in the dream of time.

Cloudy mountains converge into clouds, and rocky clouds condense into mountains, which is the fantasy of the dream of time.

While God was waiting to build his temple with love, people brought stones.

God expects to build his temple with love, but people come with stones.

I touch God in my songs, just as the mountains touch the distant sea with its waterfalls.

I touched God with songs, just as mountains touched the distant sea with waterfalls.

Light found the treasure of her color in the confrontation of clouds.

Guangming found her colorful treasure in the competition with Yun Ni.

Today, my heart smiles at its past night of tears, just like a wet tree shining in the sun after rain.

My heart today smiled when I shed tears last night, just like the wet trees in Chu Qing shining in the sun after the rain.

I thanked the trees that made my life fruitful, but forgot the grass that kept my life green.

I thank the trees that make my life fruitful, but I forget the grass that makes my life evergreen.

One is empty, and the other makes it real.

The incomparable things in the world are nothing, but together they are true.

The mistakes in life call for the beauty of kindness, which can adjust their isolation into harmony with the whole.

Many mistakes in life are calling for the beauty of compassion to reconcile its loneliness in order to achieve harmony and unity with the whole.

They look forward to the gratitude of the exiled bird's nest, because their cages are beautiful and safe.

They are happy that their old home has been abandoned, because the cage is strong and beautiful.

In love, I pay off my endless debts for everything you do.

No matter what you are, my endless debts will be repaid in love.

The pond sent its lyrics from the darkness among the lilies, and the sun said, "They are fine."

Koike presented his lyric poems among lilies, and the sun was full of praise for it.

Your slander on the great man is ungodly's,

It hurts itself;

It is despicable to oppose it.

Because it hurts the victim.

Your slander on great men is disrespectful,

It can only destroy yourself;

Your slander on nobody is despicable,

Because it will hurt the victim.

The first flower that blooms on the earth is an invitation to an unborn song.

The fragrant flowers blooming on the earth are an invitation to the songs of the future.

Dawn-colorful flowers-faded, and then a simple fruit-the sun appeared.

Dawn-this colorful flower-withered, so the simple fruit of light-the sun Ran Ran rose.

The muscles that doubted their wisdom suppressed the sound of crying.

Muscles doubt wisdom and suppress crying.

The wind tried to take the flame away with the storm, but it blew it out.

The wind tried to snatch the flame by violence, but it put it out.

The game of life is fast. The playthings of life fall one by one and are forgotten.

The game of life ends in an instant, and the toys of life are abandoned and forgotten one by one.

My flower, don't look for your heaven in the eyes of fools.

My fragrant flower, don't look for your heaven in a fool's button hole.

My new moon, you got up late, but my nightingale is still awake to meet you.

My new moon, you are late, but my nightingale still greets you soberly.

Darkness is a veiled bride, quietly waiting for the lost light to return to her arms.

Night is the bride who hides her face with gauze, quietly waiting for the flowing light to return to her arms.

Trees are the endless efforts of the earth to speak to the listening heaven.

The forest is the endless dialogue between the earth and the listening sky.

When I laugh at myself, the burden on myself is lightened.

When I laugh at myself, the burden of selfishness is lightened.

The weak are terrible because they desperately want to be strong.

The weak can also be feared, because they are eager to be strong.

The wind is blowing, the anchor is desperately holding on to the mud, and my ship is holding its chest against the chain.

The wind blows in the sky, and the anchor grabs the mud desperately. My ship's chest leans against the chain lock.

The spirit of death is one, and the spirit of life is many.

When God dies, religion becomes one.

Death is unique, but life takes many forms.

When God dies, religion becomes one.

The blue of the sky longs for the green of the earth, and the wind between them sighs, "alas."

The blue sky longs for the green of the earth, and the breeze laments between heaven and earth: "alas!" " "

The pain of the day is covered by its own strong light, but it burns among the stars at night.

The pain of the day is covered by its own dazzling light, but it burns among the stars at night.

The stars surround the virgin night, silently fearing her loneliness that can never be touched.

The stars gathered on the virgin night stared in awe at her loneliness that would never be touched.

The cloud gave all its gold to the departing sun, but only a pale smile to the rising moon.

Yun Ni dedicated all his gold to the sunset, but only paid tribute to the rising moon with a faint smile.

Those who do good come to the temple, and those who love come to the temple.

Those who do good stand at the door of the temple, and those who love come into the hall.

Flower, pity the bug, it is not a bee, its love is a mistake and a burden.

Flower, have pity on this bug, it is not a bee, its love is just a mistake and trouble.

The children built their dollhouse on the ruins of the terrible victory.

The children built houses for their dolls on the terrible ruins of victory.

The lamp waits for the kiss of the flame at night in the long neglected day.

The lamp spent a long and indifferent day, waiting for a kiss from the flame of the night.

Feathers lie lazily in the dust and forget their sky contentedly.

Feathers lie lazily and comfortably in the dust, forgetting their own sky.

Single flowers don't have to be jealous of many thorns.

Lonely flowers need not envy thorns.

The world suffers the most from the selfless tyranny of its well-wishers.

The world suffers great pain for good people in the cold tyranny.

When we pay the full price for the right to live, we are free.

When we paid all the price for the right to live, we won real freedom.

Your careless gift, like a meteor in autumn night, lit a flame in the depths of my life.

In an instant, your freewheeling talent, like a comet on an autumn night, lit the flame of my humanity.

The faith waiting in the seed promises a miracle of life, but it can't be proved immediately.

Faith waits in the heart of the seed, promising all the miracles of life that cannot be tested immediately.

Spring hesitates at the door of winter, but Mango Flower rashly runs to him before her time and meets her bad luck.

Spring lingered in front of the severe winter, and reckless mango flowers ran towards him. Before flowering, she suddenly had bad luck.

The world is a changing bubble floating on the surface of the silent sea.

The world is an endless bubble, floating in the silent ocean.

Two separate shores mixed their voices in an unfathomable song of tears.

The two banks, facing each other across the bank, sang with each other in the unpredictable deep-sea tears.

Work is like a river in the sea, find its perfection in the depths of leisure.

Just like a river melts into the sea, labor seeks perfection in comfort.

I lingered on the road until your cherry tree withered, but the azaleas brought me my love and your forgiveness.

I hesitated on the road until your cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but my love, azalea gave me your forgiveness.

Your shy little pomegranate bud blushes behind the veil today, and will bloom with enthusiasm when I am away tomorrow.

Today, your shy little pomegranate bud blushes behind the veil; Tomorrow, when I leave, I will bloom with enthusiasm.

The clumsiness of power spoiled the key and used a pickaxe.

Power broke the key and used a pickaxe.

Birth is from the mystery of night to the greater mystery of day.

New life comes from the mystery of the night and enters the mystery of the bigger day.

My paper boats are to dance on the ripples of time, not to reach any destination.

My little paper boat, willing to dance in the Ling Bo on the ripples of time, does not want to reach any port.

Migratory songs spread their wings from my heart and seek their nests in your loving voice.

Wandering songs fly out of my heart and find a nest in your call for love.

The sea of danger, doubt and negation around the island of human certainty challenges him and challenges the unknown.

Wang Yang, who was threatened, suspected and rejected, surrounded the tiny and eternal island of human beings, making him challenge the unknown.

Love to forgive is punishment, and it hurts beauty with its terrible silence.

When love forgives, it is punishment, hurting beauty with its terrible silence.

You live alone without pay, because they are afraid of your great value.

You never get anything in return for living alone, just because they are afraid of your great significance.

The same sun is born in a new land and reborn in the endless dawn.

Endless morning light continues to come, and the same rising sun can be reborn from a new land.

God's world will always be renewed by death, and a giant will always be broken by his own existence.

The sacred world will be reborn forever through death, while the devil's world will always be crushed by his own existence.

Fireflies while exploring dust

Never knew there were stars in the sky.

Fireflies grope in the soil,

Never knew the sky was full of stars.

Trees are today, flowers are old,

It brings information about ancient seeds.

Trees thrive today,

Flowers breed the past,

She brought the news of eternal seeds.

Every rose brings me greetings from the rose of eternal spring. God honors me when I work and loves me when I sing.

Every blooming rose gives me the blessing of "rose" from eternal spring. When I work, God gives me glory; He gave me love when I sang.

My love today can't find home in the nest abandoned by yesterday's love.

In the nest abandoned by yesterday's love, my love today is homeless.

The fire of pain has charted a bright path for my soul through her sadness.

The fire of pain burned her sadness and explored the bright road for my heart.

The grass rose from countless deaths and survived on the mountain.

The grass recovered from countless damages, so the mountain died and it was still alive.

You have disappeared from my reach, leaving an untouchable place in the blue sky, and an invisible image floating in the shadow with the wind.

You suddenly disappeared in my palm, and an unconscious touch was printed on the blue sky, leaving an invisible illusion floating in the shadow of the wind.

Out of pity for the desolate branch, spring gave it a kiss fluttering in the lonely leaves.

Spring pities the sadness of dead branches and leaves it with a kiss that touched lonely leaves.

The sky in the garden silently loves the sun, the flowers guess the secret and smile, while the leaves whisper.

The shadow in the garden silently loves the sun. The flowers guessed the secret and smiled affectionately, while the leaves whispered.

I left no trace of my wings in the air, but I'm glad I've flown.

There is no trace of birds in the sky, but I have flown.

Fireflies twinkled among the leaves, which amazed the stars.

Fireflies twinkled in the trees and surprised the stars.

The mountain seems to have been defeated by fog, but it is still indifferent.

On the surface, the mountains were defeated by clouds, but in fact they are still intact.

When the rose said to the sun, "I will always remember you," her petals fell into the dust.

Just as a rose confides "I will always remember you" to the sun, her petals have fallen into the dust.

Mountains are the expression of the earth's despair of the unattainable.

The mountain is a desperate gesture that the earth shows to the sky that can never be reached.

Although the thorns on your flowers hurt me, I am grateful for beauty.

Although the thorns in the flowers hurt me, I am still grateful for beauty.

As the world knows, the few are more than the majority.

The world knows that a few people are stronger than most.

Don't let my love be a burden to you, my friend, know that it is worth it.

Friend, don't let my love be a burden to you, understand that it is worth it.

Dawn plays her pipa in front of the dark door. When the sun comes out, it naturally disappears.

Dawn plays her lute in front of the dark door. When the morning sun rises, she disappears quietly.

Beauty is the smile of truth when she sees her face in the perfect mirror.

Beauty is the smile of truth when she looks at herself in the perfect mirror.

Dew only knows the sun in its small sphere.

Dew thinks that the sun only exists in its small round body.

Desolate thoughts from abandoned beehives in past dynasties buzzed in my heart, seeking my voice.

Desperate thoughts fly out of the hive abandoned for generations, flying all over the sky, singing around my heart and seeking my harmony.

The desert is imprisoned in its endless barren walls.

The desert is confined to its infinitely desolate sand wall.

In the trembling of small leaves, I saw the invisible dance of the air, and in their flickering light, I saw the secret heartbeat of the sky.

Delicate Ye Er's light quiver let me appreciate the invisible breath dance, and their faint streamers let me catch a glimpse of the secret heartbeat in the sky.

You are like a flowering tree. When I praise your talent, you are amazed.

You are like a green tree full of flowers, amazed at my praise of your talent.

The terrible flame of the earth burns in her tree, scattering sparks at flowers.

The sacrificial fire of the earth rose in her Woods, and the splashing flames were scattered among the flowers.

The forest, the clouds of the earth, keep their silence to the sky, and the clouds fall from it, forming a resonant shower.

The forest, the clouds on this land, dedicated its silence to the sky, and the clouds in the sky sang with the showers.

The world speaks to me with pictures, and my soul answers with music.

The world communicates with me with pictures and my soul answers with music.

The sky appeals to countless stars all night to say its beads to commemorate the sun.

The blue sky talks about many stars to its dew all night to commemorate the sun.

The darkness of night, like pain, is silent, and the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.

The darkness of night is as dumb as pain; The darkness of dawn is as silent as peace.

Pride carved his frown on the stone, and love offered her surrender on the flower.

Proud to carve unhappiness on hard stones, the joy of love is presented from flowers.

Flattery brushes cut the truth out of respect for the narrow canvas.

Flattery brushes obey short-sighted canvases, so truth is weakened.

Looking forward to the mountains in the distant sky, I hope to be like that cloud, with endless pursuit.

When the mountains long for distant days, they are willing to pursue eternity like flowing clouds.

In order to prove that their own ink overflowed, they spelled day into night.

In order to prove that splashing ink is the right thing to do, they wrote day as night.

When kindness is profitable, profit smiles at kindness.

When kindness is profitable, profit smiles at kindness.

In the inflated pride, the bubble doubted the authenticity of the sea and burst into empty with a smile.

The bubble swelled because of conceit, but questioned the truth of the sea and burst into nothingness with a smile.

Love is an endless mystery, because nothing else can explain it.

Love has infinite mystery, because there is nothing else to explain.

My clouds are sad in the dark and forget that they cover the sun by themselves.

My cloud is sad in the dark and forgets that it hides the sun.