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Excerpts from Modern Poetry 1 On Cats in Modern Poetry: Old Cats
The old cat in my hometown
My best childhood playmate.
Memories that can no longer be touched.
Just write a poem for you
Let the right person in my life
You know, you have always been wonderful in this world.
That summer, I was carrying a bag.
Set foot on a foreign land to make a living.
You're rubbing my ankle hard.
Snuggle up on my calf
I know how you feel on a dull target.
I am worried about you and me.
The next spring, I went to Bloom, Qiu Lai.
The old cat went away quietly.
Can't wait to get home and get together again.
It became the loess culture.
Fattening roses in the yard
Bloom in the summer sun.
I really want to go back in time.
Back to the carefree days of children
There are memories of my youth buried there
And my old cat.
Miss an old cat
Just for the youth in each other's lives.
if there is an afterlife
I want to be a cat.
Play with you in the flowers
Go chasing dancing butterflies together.
Grow old with you
Turn into two handfuls of soil to nourish the Chinese rose in the yard.
Modern Poetry about Cats 2: Old Cats
An old flower cat
wait for
sleep soundly/deadly/deeply/heavily
Comfortable way
Like a flowing cloud
leisurely and carefree
free
a glass of water
Diandian snacks
Kind person
No matter how busy you are
I can't forget my lovely wandering alien close relatives at home.
maybe
This is true love.
We owe nature so much.
maybe
This is harmony.
Our great charity
Arouse gratitude
Who knows?
perhaps
The next reincarnation
Because of that love
We will get a lot of surprises.
Modern Poetry about Cats III: Cats
Every day when I pass by the windowsill, it will be delivered.
A glass of water, lukewarm.
Then you looked at me for a while, then turned and left.
Paw prints are like plum blossom falling rice paper.
In addition to silent openness, there is only gentleness.
You just look at me, you are in the warm sunshine.
Show me the accumulated shadows. It's possible.
Please me because of your voice.
Have no confidence to complain
Calm in all kinds of verbs, in a corner.
You are thinner than before.
After I get up, you start to sleep.
You rub your sleepy eyes and look at me.
Put aside a busy day and stretch.
Move the snoring from the left to the right with relief.
Modern Poetry about Cats IV: Cat's Mind
Mom stopped teaching me.
The art of predation and survival
I just learned how to.
Pretend to be cute
I have to adapt.
People touch my body.
Who else hates it?
For fun.
Fool me unreasonably
Originally inherited willfulness
Now it's mutated.
divide
Please use your body and voice.
mankind
Narrow space
Loneliness and depression.
Only when you are sleepy will you forget.
Instead, he was labeled lazy.
I use the sound of woo, woo, woo.
Hum
My mind
A thousand stories
You still don't understand.
The so-called cleanliness
It's just that you are dirty.
Especially my meowing.
It's my helpless effort.
I don't remember.
The smell of wildness
Look forward to a period
Do not belong to pets
The days of pure wildcats
Excerpts from modern poetry 2 1 and Bian's broken chapters
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
2. "Cutting without stopping is still chaotic"
I thought I could forget your beautiful eyes on this long trip.
Can cut off feelings.
And the sadness that the autumn wind can't blow away.
Who would have thought that in the end, mountains and rivers will remain the same, and love will remain the same.
Your figure.
Just behind, in front.
3. If you are not happy enough
If you are not happy enough, don't frown.
Life is too short to practice penance.
Open the dusty doors and windows, and let the sunshine and rain cover every corner.
Vilen, who is heading for life, lets the wind iron his forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness, and darkness can cover light.