Fireworks

Who is in the philosophy of survival

Inject fireworks

Firewood ignites the smoke of desire

This A city does not need water

To extinguish vanity

I must first let go of poetry

Give up the emptiness lifted by words

Quiet to the freezing point of water

Quiet to the speed of the sunset

Find some clean words

From the deserted wilderness Pick up

and salvage a simple mortal heart

I still need to stay away from the craftsman’s hammer

Stay away from the forging of reproduction

It will take ten years Or for a longer time

To feed a furnace fire

To forge an invisible sword

To give up the unbearable worldly

The breath of fireworks

The destined poet

Poetry dies in my body

I don’t need to mourn

The inspiration that cannot be grasped

Let it run away

Life is without passion and sorrow

I gave the poet's crown

to a generation that is moaning for no reason

Now I live a more stable life

Peaceful

Like some retired old people

Closer to the sunshine and nature

In the crowd

I saw a poem hiding in the dark

Fashionable people do not need poetry to relieve their sorrow

Night It's so dark that I can't even see my fingers

Only the poems are willing to escape

Like some toxins in the body

Write them out

I feel extremely relaxed

The loved ones around me are already asleep

Don’t worry

Awakened by the silent poems

This was written before,

Sorry

It’s a bit long

But absolutely original

It’s not well written

Please help me revise it!