Poetry from Yixu

"Dream II" In 1983, the earth ushered in the beginning of its chapter of destruction. An experienced military officer seemed to have not judged so accurately. The five intercontinental missiles were not the wrong signal in his intuition, but were like the prelude to the rain movement, like raindrops falling on the lake, making ripples in circles, and finally stirring up a storm called "war". The disaster lasted only two months and then disappeared. It can also be said that it has never left. The sky that people can see is no longer blue, and the land that people yearn for is no longer vast. There are only slave masters called "survival", whipping people with pain to linger. In the same year - before the disaster, in the home of a Chinese-American intellectual, a 16-year-old boy was happily enjoying his remaining happy time. You should lament his misfortune, because it means that he has to run in pain almost all his life. But no one can deny that he will not carry the seed named "Hope"; no one can deny that this seed will definitely not germinate. … "This is the final chapter of the earth and the final chapter of the universe." "I have watched similar plays countless times in countless reincarnations." "But I still believe that this time will be different." "Cute little man, maybe I should call you 'Hope'." "You want to bring beauty and eternity to the world. Then, kill me and end me." "Yu Qingxian..." [Not a cool article] [No system] [Not invincible] Please enter with caution.