On this day, 108 years ago, on February 1, 1917 (January 10, 1917 in the lunar calendar),"New Youth" published my country's first batch of vernacular poems-eight vernacular poems by Hu Shi. Hu Shi, the initiator of vernacular prose, published two of the first eight vernacular poems in "New Youth", Volume 2, No. 6 (February 1917): 1. Two yellow butterflies in "Friends" both flew into the sky. For some unknown reason, one of them suddenly flew back. The remaining one was lonely and pitiful. I have no intention of going to heaven, it is too lonely in heaven. There is an original line under the title of the poem that explains: This poem is rhymes with heaven and pity, and return and single are rhymes. Therefore, it is written in Western poetry, with a high and low pattern distinguishing them. 2."The Wind is Blowing" The wind is blowing, the snow is flying, and the old crow braved the wind and snow to return home. If you can't fly forward, you still have to fly. It's the crime of starving your child. 3."On the Lake" There is a firefly on the water, a firefly in the water, lining up flat and gently, flying past our boat. The two of them flew closer and closer, gradually becoming one. 4."Dreams and Poems" are all ordinary experiences and ordinary images. Occasionally, it surges into dreams, creating many novel tricks! They are all ordinary emotions and ordinary words. I accidentally met a poet and changed many novel poems. 5."Drunken" Only when you are drunk can you know how strong the wine is, and only when you have loved can you know how important it is;--You can't make my poems, just as I can't make your dreams. 6."Old Crow" When I got up early in the morning, I stood in the corner of someone's house, crying hoarse. People hated me and said I was unlucky;--I couldn't, murmured to make people happy! The cold wind is tight and there are no branches to live on. I fly back and forth all day, cold and hungry all day. -- I can't bring a scabbard and fly for others in a leisurely manner; I can't ask others to tie it to a bamboo pole to earn a handful of millet! 7."A Red Leaf in the Snow" The snow is full of the empty mountains, and when I look up, I suddenly see you! For some reason, I was very happy; I picked it off in the snow and put it in a small book; I also wanted to write a poem to write the truth of my joy. Unexpectedly, this rule was difficult to write, so I took out my pen and put it down again. 8."Night" blows out the lights, rolls up the windows, and puts the moonlight on the ground. Facing this moonlight, teach me how to sleep! I wanted to get up to cover the window and push out the moonlight, but I felt a little sorry for him. I talk about Wang Chong, Zhong Changtong, Aristod, Abikulas all day long, and almost forget myself! Thank you for your kindness, Haoxue, bringing me here to complain and think about me.