The Era Of We-Poetry Poem by Cui Gya

I'm glad
That my love for poetry began after 2000 A.D.
Homer's song is the first epic
Ancestors' poems of Qi-Lu disappeared without any trace
Only the classics of Tang poetry and Song Ci are immortal
Wine cups over the years
I salute Li Qing-zhao
Lamenting the loneliness and sadness of her
There was no group of We-poems that period
But this time, the tribal flow is heavy
No longer have to sing and shout to the river and sea
When the tide of thought springs up, there is no pen to write
There is no need to be together anymore
I'm here overseas
You're there in the country
Writing or reading a poem
It's not absurd
The ara of We-poetry
Traces of flying will also remain for a long time.