My heart wandered once.
In the flashing screen
Full of pale faces.
Those who are at a loss
Let me panic from the bottom of my heart
Many voices are like this, without warning.
Run out and pull my ear.
Accuse me of my sins hysterically.
Scold my scandal.
one by one
I sat still.
Incite with the corners of the mouth rising
A new round of crusade and resentment
More and more voices
Strange, familiar, unknown
Stand in front of me confidently.
Chatting, blue face, red eyes, panting.
Until the moon blushes
Until my eyes are full of guilt and regret.
Just walk away.
In this way, I spent a poem.
To condense it all.
Then use your trembling fingers.
Looking for a moment of poetry on an orderly keyboard
Or is this just a reflection?
The night is quiet, but I can't hear its heartbeat.
I don't even feel it.
In my blood.
A few agitation is rolling.
I was vaguely indignant at what had just happened.
A few wisps of smoke linger between your fingers.
Hold my heart high.
Look down.
Watching your back fade away
With his specious words.
A thoughtful footprint
quarter-deck
Travel again and again.
It took me a long time to wake up.
Get up from the mire of meditation
Smoothes the characters on the whole screen.
Until dawn knocks on the window.
Modern Poetry Writing 2 The rape blossoms in the distance are blooming brightly.
It seems like another spring.
That winter, the poet said
He no longer writes poetry.
The wound at the corner
On the dark gray marble floor
expand
Loneliness is like a deep town.
Ancient phoenix tree
A building that is neither cold nor hard.
The neon lights dimmed.
Stars in the night sky
It was still that winter.
Small leaves fell from the tree.
Western jackdaw in the west where the sky flies.
Break the heart of fallen leaves
Another building has been built in this town.
Like a stiff corpse.
The trees in the town fell down.
The poet's pen is broken.
He said he was a poet.
He said that he would never write poetry again.
It's another spring
The rape flowers in the distance are blooming brilliantly.
Weak spring breeze
Can't open the door of the town
He said he was a poet.
Live in a small town
He said that he would never write poetry again.
Modern Poetry Writing 3 Silence
Is a kind of enjoyment
Can make all emotions
Everyone has gathered back.
wholeheartedly
Write poems for you.
I know
You are also a person who loves poetry.
therefore
I must make sentences carefully.
Sensitivity is a word.
Touch is a word.
I just want to look at you quietly from my dream.
Suffer from insomnia
After all, it's not a good thing.
Surprised your dream.
My heart will not be calm.
The night is far away.
Has turned into a wisp of incense.
The moon is hanging high.
You are still awake
recently
You are too tired.
I can't shelter the flowers in my dreams from the wind and rain.
This is my pain.
Let me sit next to your dream.
Accompany you with the lightest and weakest words.
Before you fall asleep.
The night is blue.
Dream shadow floating
You at midnight
Actually, it's not beautiful at all
It is a kind of weak exhaustion.
I know
You want to be tired, too
Have a generous chest, cry.
Or coquetry
Vent all the depression and dissatisfaction.
But you can't
this evening
Let me be a passer-by in your dream.
Listen to you.
Midnight is empty.
So happiness began to flow.
I like this sentence of poetry friends very much
Just borrow it.
a pen
Dance after the phone call
Write poems for you.
I suddenly felt a romantic atmosphere.
Take me in.
On this quiet night
This is a romance that only belongs to you and me.
Light and fluttering
Close your eyes.
Breathe gently.
Now this space belongs only to you.
Sleep quietly.
good night
come here
over here
have a dream
Let's stop dreaming.
Sleep till dawn
Modern Poetry Writing 4 Poetry is the beauty of life,
Poetry is the expectation of love,
Poetry is the singing of the soul,
Poetry is the most beautiful language,
Poetry comes from life,
Emotionally speaking,
Let go of the past,
Dress in a string.
Into a smart language,
That's a poem.
Poetic,
Freehand brushwork is the most extensive,
With the beauty of the four seasons,
Nature with scenery,
There are scenes of work,
Have experience in life,
There are portraits,
A beautiful biography of events.
An extension of morality,
Spiritual prominence,
Between the lines.
An agile and wonderful performance,
That sentence,
One article after another,
Are inspired by life.
Poetic,
The most emotional,
Sing with your heart,
Emotional love,
There is lingering love.
There are joys and sorrows of parting,
There are endless thoughts,
Affectionate,
There is an agitation of lofty sentiments,
There was a melancholy speech,
There is a painful bondage.
There is loneliness.
Write poetry,
Is to love the motherland,
Love the people,
Love home,
Love the person you love,
Be friendly.
Love your career,
Love life,
Love courage,
Write poetry.
Is to perceive life,
Enjoy life,
In order to promote justice,
Is to advocate goodness.
Be full of true feelings,
This is for love on earth.
Modern poetry writing 5 lies book advice, spring water and moonlight.
The small window near the river is the artistic conception of the Tang Dynasty.
Telling the story of ancient five willows, the crescent moon is like a hook.
I am still writing poetry in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Cooking smoke and villages ten miles away.
Someone is coming, gesturing consolingly.
A depth, beyond the noise of the world of mortals.
Poetry is like water, fresh and gentle.
Bloom the green shoots of the stars for me.
I stare, my eyes are like raindrops and dewdrops.
Fall in the dark
At this moment, my face is as quiet as a piece.
The brightly lit elevator descended in the poem.
Layers of flashing snow, rain, electricity and wind
The floor of the spirit of change
In the darkness at the bottom, something came out of my face.
Passengers, suddenly blooming into a flower, a flower in early spring.
Between lines of poetry and lines of poetry, the crack zone
I listened quietly, lingered and sat.
Listen to the wind and rain, it's raining in the middle.
The rift valley below rumbles.
The torrent of blood and tears, a piece of nirvana thunder and lightning.
The clouds rose and wrapped me in a dark tree.
A rich explosion, burning blood
Long lines of poetry extend to the depths of the storm.
Go deep into time and space.
A plane full of dreams
The spiritual track, in my inner world, is
Clouds floating, feeling countless, engine sound pulsating.
Fly, sail to the turbulent horizon.
A depth, in a long poem
I walked repeatedly, kept walking, and walked all my life.
Loneliness and pain are a pair of shoes that I take off outside of poetry.
In the gradually brightening lines
My hand stopped on the dark words.
Feel the convection between blood.
The abyss below is covered with endless burning glaciers.
Modern Poetry 6, a poet, never knows what he wrote.
It's just a gentle word.
Midnight Rooting and Writing
Once upon a time, agile as a spring.
At your fingertips in droves.
Telling the ordinary and sad.
Words are full of sadness.
Be careful of hidden thoughts and sow in the forest.
This industry has developed for several years.
Think about it and deal with it lightly.
So melancholy
This kind of injury
In that case,
Someone has given a different definition-poem.
Time never stops.
Memories have been weathered.
Tender feelings can't stop the truth of reality.
now
A familiar stranger in the distance.
The five flavors are basically calm as water.
There is no hope of love
There is no reason to hate.
Face, indifference
Maybe I'm tired and have no time to remember.
Maybe I'm tired and don't want to think about it deliberately.
I am still sleepy when I am quiet, and my mind is blank.
Modern Poetry Writing 7- 1
always
Higher than humans
Transcending experience
Above the phenomenon
Overtime
Like a falcon in the dark
be sharp-eyed
Cold wing
Fast as lightning
Catch, soar
two
Walking alone in the desert for ten years.
front
Or the desert?
Accompany oneself
Except shadows.
The one who has been dead for thousands of years.
Populus euphratica going straight into the sky
three
early morning
In order to pass a drop of dew on the grass
You will cry.
Although I know
It doesn't shine by itself.
but
Irrepressible tears
Has become a river.
four
Looking for a thousand years
Get a thousand years of news.
Years have already ruined the face.
And then stuffed in vertical and horizontal ravines.
Purple rose
But, you know,
You just separated yesterday.
That's all. /that's all/that's all
five
Blue sky, white clouds and grassland
The vast space between heaven and earth
In the corner of the river bank
Hug a soft lamb.
silent
Ren Tiandi biography
Let time grow old.
Modern poetry writing 8 think about it.
The bright moon overhead.
Poor thing
Lipper
Wander in a foreign land
lonely
have a look at
The moonlight in front of me
I was moved.
Su Shi
Drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival
Bold and uninhibited
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea-time has brought great changes to the world.
Things are still there, but people are not what they used to be.
this evening
The moon is as high as the sky.
Still rolling like that.
As bright as ever
Those descendants of the ancients
Don't wear it too early.
Hanfu Tang suit
ah
River of no return
Sigh about the past and warn against repeating it.
In the long river of history
Countless scenery has become a thing of the past.
You can stay.
This is a heavy idea.
Sweeter than moon cakes.
More fragrant than osmanthus.
therefore
No matter where it is.
As long as tonight
Relatives in Yue Ming's hometown
It's a picture.
Never vague
The image of a painting
August 15
Is to make these paintings.
The most outstanding painter
I have a mature heart.
But I want to write poems simply.
Like a child.
If you want to cry, you will tear your heart out.
Dance if you want to laugh.
Just kidding about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Open your eyes at dawn every day.
Open your arms to the sun.
Gradually clear away the strangeness of this world.
Staring at strangers and giggling suddenly.
Peeing on mom's back secretly.
I have sensitive senses.
But I am willing to simply write poetry.
Just like mosquitoes.
In the endless darkness
Let the feeling fly with wings to the trembling blood vessels
Pick a skin full of temptation.
Stick it down quietly and suck hard.
Then he patted his ass and ran away.
Sit down in a safe place to digest hunger.
I also have a mixed tone of life.
But I want to write poems simply.
Just like a carriage.
It's dusty in peacetime.
Bend down and scream in the rough season
On the journey from mountain to mountain
Asthma is like a cow sweating.
Remember every arrival as the swan song of life.
In this way, in the flashy years,
Simple life, free surfing.
from now on
Simple poetry, simple life.
Praise the radian of the sun during the day.
Appreciate the moonlight curtain at night.
Brew the past clouds into a pot of green tea.
Taste and simply walk by.
Modern Poetry Writing 10 Mom, I really want to write poems for you.
But after thinking for a long time, I still dare not write.
I'm afraid this clumsy pen can't describe your beauty
I'm afraid this thin word cannot describe your noble soul.
Today I finally got up the courage to write a poem for you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday, mom.
It's hard for you to conceive me in October.
You feed me sweet milk.
go to all lengths
Teach me to walk.
You bend down.
I have grown up.
But you are blue and have white hair.
Your love is like the spring breeze.
Blow away my heart
Your love is like a drizzle
Moisten my heart
Your love is a navigation light.
Light up the direction of my life
Your love is an umbrella.
Open a windless blue sky for me.
Your love is like water, and there is rigidity in softness.
When I am wronged
You are a warm harbor.
When I was sick
You are warm comfort and care.
When I travel far away
You are the voice of reminding and missing.
Hungry, you are a bowl of delicious millet porridge.
Thirst, you are just a cup of warm fragrant tea.
When you are cold, you are a red flame.
When it is hot, you are a cold fan.
Tired, you are a hotbed of comfort.
Always close, never give up.
Time has taken away your face.
But it left us with elegance.
You use rough hands
Embroider the golden age for us.
Your eyes are blurred.
In exchange for our light.
Your hair has turned white.
We grew up in your arms.
Your greatness unites our flesh and blood.
Your selflessness has shaped our souls.
Your love is higher than the mountain.
Because you have a heart like a mountain.
Your love is deeper than the sea.
Because you are as generous as the sea.
Your love is as pure as white clouds and as brilliant as flowers.
I want to praise you, my dear mother.
I want to praise you, my dear mother.
I want to bless you, my dear mother.
Happy birthday, happiness and peace!
Blessed as the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan!
(A birthday present for mom)