Poetry about night and dawn

1. Whose streamer is this morning love poem?

Let the dew in the dark dye the spring sleeves.

Whose depth is it?

Let the dawn break with tenderness.

Towing cable and depth

This is an indissoluble bond, and it is hard to break.

You said you longed for my watery eyes.

I said I was intoxicated by your gentle hands.

You said those eyes were like the light of dawn.

I said this hand can cure lonely sadness in the dark!

So, you told me dawn.

I said you are the night.

That love lingers day and night.

In daily travel,

Meet after dusk

Liu Shu Zao tou

2. The poem "Black Pain" with the theme of "Day" and "Night"

Night is coming, and a dark horse-

Covered with black coal, fearful, atrophied muscles-

In the face of killing, cold sweat broke out.

Sharp words pierced my chest.

The blade explains the wound.

Make me desolate and empty

All my memories welcome you.

Take them one by one.

Even opened the package of my life.

Let me leave myself

I forgot my name.

I have nothing on me.

There's only one long wound.

A cave that no one has ever been to.

I started dreaming.

One eye, just one eye.

Watch me die in death.

Tonight is enough for me.

I use a knife.

Cut the chest

The painful dawn shed bright red.

I think this poem is not bad, with profound language, which is different from previous poems describing the night.

spring

Spring has arrived.

The peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.

It's open on those nights.

On those bloody nights

There were no stars in those nights.

It was windy those nights.

Those nights listening to widows sobbing

This ancient land

Like a hungry beast at any time

Lick the blood of young people

The blood of a tenacious man's son

So after a long winter.

After the ice and snow season

After infinite drowsiness and expectation.

These bloodstains. Blood.

On a mysterious night

In the dark of the east

Burst countless buds.

Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan.

People ask: Where does spring come from?

I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs

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Torch to the sun

It seems a little biased, but the artistic conception is similar.

3. The night before dawn Poetry reading The night before dawn

Light footsteps shattered the boundless loneliness before dawn.

The round Leng Yue overflowed the last ray of silver in the night.

The faint silence of the distant mountains in my eyes

Aroused the northern wolves to run under Chyi Chin's staff.

A group of sleeping sand chickens started up from the footsteps.

Dragging a long song and disappearing into the jungle like the sea.

Trembling and beating heartstrings.

Playing the morning breeze outlined in Picasso's colors.

The stars blinked their tired eyes on the horizon.

Quietly pray for the dawn.

The silent earth looks at the silent sky.

The silent sky looks at the silent earth.

The other person's heartbeat produced psychological * * * sound.

nearby

Into two white sails sailing for the sun

Affectionate world

It's the eyes of innocent girls in the world

I don't know when I will burst into tears.

Maybe she cried silently for God's curse.

Maybe she can't find Yan Zi's wings.

Cry softly in the spring when I return to the north.

The sun god used the golden key.

Knocked up the dragon on the copper coin

Tell him an unknown story.