Modern poems by Hong Shaogan?

My mind began to like wandering.

On countless nights

With tears

Decorate the lonely waiting

Take me away.

I'd rather be a green light in front of you.

The fragrance of flowers outside the wall

Deeply imprinted in ancient landscape paintings

Gradually spread

Your footsteps are near.

On my desolate forehead

unforgettable

So deep and fragrant

You are so real.

Vaguely, the moonlight is as light and fragrant as practice.

Break the golden urn in my spare time.

Let me have a sweet drink.

Like your lips.