In order to be in a prominent position
Pack more people.
The city has been hollowed out.
All the memories about people
high buildings and large mansions
Only higher can be bigger.
Smoke in hell.
Come out of the ground
On the scarred land
Stand with dignity
Five years, ten years
No more than 25 years on average.
Just face the camera.
As long as the mouthpiece can be fully performed
Only strangeness is progress
Only grandeur can achieve political achievements
Only great talent, high ability and many talents are good.
In order to hold more people.
The city was uprooted.
All dreams about people
Every building
It's all checkpoints
Any ideological point of view
Decline of consciousness
We must carefully check and strictly quarantine.
Even the wind
Can't walk freely.
It needs a special smell.
sometimes
And some colors
For example, the leader opens his mouth or strikes the table.
The water couldn't be better.
In what form does it flow there?
What color?
Even smell, temperature
Apply, examine and approve, study and issue instructions.
Cities already have their own laws and regulations.
After the devil defeated the angel,
Demand more war compensation
The city is expanding rapidly.
Even if there are more people.
Give more souls.
Can't satisfy the devil's desire
Modern urban poetry II. A vertical wall full of windows.
Lying on the floor with patterned tiles
Sun flat window
In my office.
See through social phenomena.
Just me and my melancholy shadow.
Leave it on the newspaper full of circles.
Some sick ants are working.
Labor costs are burning between their pliers arms.
You can only see black hair with your head down.
The name of the certificate hanging on the chest reflects the light.
The unemployed have been cursing.
Finish the trip you started before.
There is a complete river in their dream.
What is shining on it?
Untrimmed sun
The scenery in my memory was taken away.
In a plastic bag
Silence for a moment in a closed space.
Listen to a song before opening the bag.
The song of looking for a job is very nice.
From every waking animal.
Floating above the city, shrouded in sunshine.
And polluted rivers on the edge of the city
Some abandoned fishing boats
Stop and think.
Urban Modern Poetry 3 City and Country
Sunlight penetrated Ji's fingers.
Stay on the lazy branch
Wake up the buds that have been sleeping for a winter.
Kites floated down from the sky.
A ballad that blends ancient and fashionable.
Me, alone.
Walk along the edge of the green grass
Time, stay in my mind for a short time.
The hand of the years extends to the distant mountains.
Looking at the horizon and the village on the horizon.
A sigh slipped from my heart.
The village bells are hoarse and loud.
In the village, there is smoke from the kitchen chimney.
The cattle and sheep in the village sang and walked to the mountain stream.
In the village, there are my parents and late students.
In the village, there is only a simple and honest smile.
In the city, towering buildings
Suppress people's breathing and freedom.
There are no frogs in the city.
There is no sound of grain jointing.
All languages are pale.
Birds are singing on the lake in the park.
Folk songs and classics were lost at the end of the alley.
Only imagination, flying over the city.
Standing on the towering balcony
I recite Tang poetry and Song poetry repeatedly.
The distant scenery and the beautiful Iraqi people
Stir my thoughts only in my dreams.
Such as spring breeze and sunshine.
Warm the soul I long for
Modern urban poetry 4 hawking
Blockade the city
A wound pierced by a machine.
wound infection
Contaminated blood flows in the body.
Driving the city
It looks like a powerful army.
March forward courageously
Running in the hot summer
Nianqiu was killed by Xiao.
Run through the dense forest
Run across a vast field
Come to the edge of the wilderness
I saw some farmers cooking sarcastically.
Two or three farmers' children are digging grass roots.
Center of the city
Is a high-quality public servant
Use high-quality bosses as raw materials.
According to the ancestral secret recipe
The most advanced science and technology in the world
wrought
Cure all diseases
Have unlimited magic
Insist on increasing wealth.
From the top of the new building
Hang down one article after another
A long and big work report
Is decoration.
It is also support.
There is a strict division of labor in the city.
Some people have caused the pain.
It is others who suffer.
Creating wealth is for some people.
It is others who enjoy wealth.
Just like a person's different organs.
The same flesh and blood, honor and disgrace and * * *
Cause and effect cause and effect cause and effect cause and effect cause and effect.
Healthy, solid and always healthy.
As the vendors are digested.
The death of the city
Only farmers and children in the wilderness
To be seen.
The same action.
The same expression.
Buried in the ground
Historians need to dig slowly.
Carefully restored facts
Looks exactly the same.
Farmers and children
wholeheartedly
Still digging grass roots
Always digging wild vegetables
Modern urban poetry 5 strange, the wall is covered with ants.
A group of people stood at the bottom of the pot.
Trying to push the lid open.
Crows only scream.
Lost season, never look back.
Poor man, poor sky
Why can't you hold such timid prayers?
What about the sad story?
They are all changing blood. Where are you?
You walked into the ant colony.
Or do you want to free yourself?
How big is the starry sky
This city is full of stories.
In order to make a living, the soul does not hesitate to sell cheaply.
A landscape full of graffiti
Black thoughts are everywhere.
Can't open the lid
Ants are crawling in the turbidity.
You're hitting a wall. You're shouting alone.
People lost in the city?
There are swarms of ants in the city
Climbing trees for food.
And you, in general, are serious.
Still making an episode for this story.
Modern urban poetry in June, the sky is cloudy or sunny. Wan Li is still cloudless in Wan Li in the morning, and after only a few hours, the rain falls from the sky.
I crossed the road full of cars with an umbrella.
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, there will be fewer people on the subway. Thinking, I can't help but speed up the pace.
Suddenly, my feet sank and my high heels stepped into the gap of the manhole cover. I put away my umbrella, but I couldn't pull out the stuck heel.
I'll do it.
Gentle male voice sounded from the top of the head. I saw Zhang Xiuqing's face. He gave me his huge black umbrella, leaned down and helped me with my shoes with one hand.
Simple thanks.
I moved on.
I wonder if everything is not going well. I don't have a car to ride on the subway and light rail road.
It's raining harder and harder, and I can feel the coolness it brings to the platform.
Depressed to take a taxi, the empty car seems to have disappeared in the world. I really should have the foresight to grab someone else's taxi and go home early.
At this moment, a car stopped in front of him.
Please.
Ah, the man who helped me in the car just now.
I'm sorry for your kindness twice.
It's really unnecessary. It's just fate.
Thank you very much.
In that case, please give me a chance to have dinner with you another day.
Thank you.
I gave him my number. He dialed the number immediately and my mobile phone rang.
You can call me at any time from now on.
Keep in touch.
Ok, I'll call you.
Go home at night. Deep sleep.
To tell the truth, I will feel very insecure in the heavy rain. I also want to rest and dock.
I dreamed of him again, only his face.
Occasionally I feel like an island, isolated from the world, and the rainforest in the city is out of place.
No blood relationship, no understanding.
I long for love, for being understood and comforted.
But he never contacted me.
Many days later, it rained heavily again.
I suddenly thought of him.
I finally understand.
After all, I am an island in the city. It will eventually close itself off.
Modern urban poetry 7 a dead leaf has been blown off its branches.
Like a ship heading for the ground.
Beautiful and moving free fall
Draw the impression that the city is full of autumn
As an emissary of urban greening
It devoted a short life.
Young and unstable happiness
Has been gradually stripped and reorganized by the years.
Unexpected decline and aging
Yearning for the beauty of fallen leaves.
Longing to return to mother's arms.
Pick up the innocence scattered in childhood
Spinning in the gray sky
Find a secluded home for the soul.
It is brothers and sisters who see in their eyes.
Run away under the speeding wheels
Unknown so's panic and panic.
Disturb the direction and make the boat turn sharply
Float on the sidewalk
I woke up from my dream trembling with fear.
The soil is solid, thick and warm.
The smell of plants is suffocating.
The beautiful expectation of falling leaves returning to their roots
Being plundered further and further by who.
Struggling on the sidewalks of the city
The footsteps of pedestrians are kicking it.
Continue scrolling step by step.
Doubt is like a sharp knife stabbing the soul.
Is the rest of my life like this?
It can't drizzle with the wind any more.
The fate of mother's root system
Anyway, you have to fight for it again
It's floating in the wind and strutting.
The lawn is shaded by trees in the distance.
The soil there is soft and moist.
It is the best refuge in Ye Er.
In order to realize the last wish
It bravely spread its wings and flew again.
Coming to the destination.
But it was carried away by a garbage truck.
Darkness devours it like a ghost.
Suffering burns it like a flame.
Is the last chance of life?
I really can't help myself.
Buddha always said that all the experiences today
Is the best arrangement in life.
How can I see the rainbow without wind and rain?
How can we get the truth without suffering?
Right and wrong are not all predestined.
Let nature take its course or enjoy emptiness.
Whether you find the answer or not.
Time will meet you again.
Everything in the huge melting pot will eventually turn to ashes.
Every dust is drunk and smells the grass.
Time is like a song, you will know it as soon as you sing it.
When winter goes and spring comes, life comes back to life.
I really want to leave, as if I had never been here before.
Those children who are still nursing.
Children who want to grow a youthful beard should not be like me.
A man with a lame soul can only talk to the BB machine.
I retreated into my own shadow
But I'm afraid my shadow will hit someone else.
On the streets in June, people talk with the air conditioner on.
Every lamp is bright for itself.
Only street trees, occasionally holding hands.
I don't know myself.
Like a lost sheep, lost sheep
Occasionally, I will call timidly.
Just screaming, don't even know why.
But I can't hear your voice in June. It's gone.
I ran all the way, but there were red lights everywhere.
Young couples are not afraid.
They are talking about love, and people in love have no eyes.
My legs are aching and my feet are messy.
Always join those wrong queues at critical moments.
I'm not familiar with today's crossroads and those tall buildings.
I don't like this color either, such as wearing the wrong clothes.
Those who have life guides, those who wander at intersections.
They always appear suddenly and then disappear suddenly.
This is my city.
We walked on stilts together.
Leave? Just think about it.
Although not very well.
Urban Modern Poetry 9 This city,
Familiar and so strange.
It's never been like this,
Standing at such an altitude.
Overlooking the city of Shenzhen.
Feast,
Maybe a metropolis,
The truest portrayal.
The farthest bridge,
It is the most beautiful expressway in China.
Guangzhou-Shenzhen River expressway.
Although I have walked many times,
I've never been that far,
Appreciate its beauty.
For a long time, there are few habits of watching night scenes.
However, tonight, it is so shocking.
This city is so familiar and strange.
I vaguely remember the first year,
Come to this city.
One afternoon, I climbed to the top floor,
Enjoy the scenery of the coastline.
That was the first time,
Standing in the sky, looking at the whole city.
I remember, at that time, there was a kind of wonder.
I feel that this city can be so charming.
Years later,
When standing here overlooking the city again,
There is another kind of unspeakable words.
This city,
Always so familiar,
Confusion again
Tonight,
Let me use the most beautiful music,
Write an amazing poem for you!
May you,
With the silent night sky,
Go to sleep!
Modern Urban Poetry 10 "Urban Atlas"
More and more tower cranes climb into the sky.
Reluctantly build the city's already fragile bones
More and more foreigners are crawling around on scaffolding.
Much like the blood flowing in the city.
Is this city red, white or other colors?
It depends on a mixture of urban residents and migrant workers.
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It looks like a man's advertising light box and ambiguous neon are blinking.
The big electronic screen catches you when you are not looking.
These are acupoint nerves all over the city.
Sometimes acupuncture and massage are needed to relieve swelling and pain.
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A tired body in the dark is as busy as an ant.
The swaying figure is stretched by the street lamp, and I really want to sit down and smoke a cigarette.
Tricycle wronged and refused to carry smelly sweat.
Busy filling a hungry stomach.
In which city will you wander the streets tomorrow?
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Garbage trucks carry garbage from the east to the west like rats.
Transport vehicles transport buildings from west to east like rats.
Trying to imagine the future.
There are many barriers and less communication in the reinforced concrete forest.
Trying to imagine the future.
Below fairview park is a pile of rubbish and rancidity.
A new theory of chef
Text/Hawke
1.
Not asking customers for advice, they have opinions.
Ask diners what they think, and they can't say anything.
2.
Cooking according to the menu, diners say it needs improvement.
Asked how to improve, they said: cook according to the menu.
3.
Diners said that they should spend more money to improve the quality of food.
The leader said that to improve the quality of food, we must consider the cost.
I must consider both sides.
4.
A said no fish.
B says don't eat meat.
C says don't eat vegetables.
I don't know what to do.
A says I eat fish.
B says I eat meat.
C says I eat vegetables.
I pour the fish and vegetables together and stew them in a pot.
5.
Some said to eat salty food.
Some people say it's light.
Some people say it's not salty or light.
I prepared a plate of pickled radish.
A plate of steamed bread
A plate of radish steamed bread.
6.
The fat man filled a big bowl of meat and said that being greasy was not conducive to losing weight.
The thin man filled a big bowl of food, saying it was light and not nutritious.
Not fat or thin, carefully selected, not fragrant or light, no appetite.
7.
weekend
Come early: the food is too hot.
Those who came late said: the food is too cold.
Why is it the same every day?
8.
Leaders emphasize the unification of time every day.
I never eat on time.
Time to prepare for the leadership.
It took longer than everyone prepared.
9.
Cooked food is not necessarily eaten.
Had to throw it away.
Looking at the dumped food, the leader mumbled.
Why is there no sense of cost?
10.
Does the food smell good?
All by mouth
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When diners ask for improvement, it is food that is improved.
When the diners keep silent, it's me who has to change.
12.
I watched it while you were eating, so happy.
Have dinner with you once in a while and write down the gloom on your face.