A modern short poem describing emotion: 1 1, between you and me.
Between you and me,
Feelings are so fragile,
Calm and pure,
Like transparent air,
Like clear water,
Running between that day last month and the moon in the water.
Step 2 go to the oak tree
If I love you,
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat simple songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
I don't know,
These are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Root,
Hold on to the ground,
Leaves,
Touch each other in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
It's a great feeling,
Loyalty is there:
Love,
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
Step 3 feel
In the simple operation of one plus one
There is always a third number.
Come out and make trouble
When the firewood is burning.
The smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
It's getting weaker and weaker
Integration of body and body
The reason needed is the shortest.
Running-in between heart and heart
It takes the longest time.
The feeling in the dictionary
This explanation is too simple.
Feelings in life
But it's getting more and more troublesome.
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4. Beautiful girls in the gallery
There are vegetables and still life paintings where you look at them.
So quiet.
The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.
What can they do without light?
Strangers,
I love you standing quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.
5. "Emotion is a smile in March"
Chrysanthemums line up at the exit of the season.
Thousands of affectionate memories.
Look at the fallen leaves in autumn
Take away the homesickness in your dreams.
Close the door for the New Year and turn around luxuriantly.
He waved goodbye to the cold in the middle of winter.
Gentle spring breeze plays with high mountains and flowing water.
Snow in the distance, tears of wintersweet.
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Bypass the lantern festival lights
Hiding quietly behind Valentine's Day
Peep at the swallow's tail and trim the date of February.
Peach blossoms wear rose red.
Unveil the gorgeous veil
I see. Feelings.
This is the smile of March.
Step 6 "worry"
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name,
If someone asks me what I am worried about:
They all say it's acacia in the far sea.
It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.
7. Monologue
Under the bare colonnade,
Between dreams and nothingness,
The sound of your name penetrated into my sleepless nights.
Your long red hair,
This is lightning in summer,
Ups and downs on the back of the night with the power of sweet violence.
In the dream, dark water rushes among the ruins,
Created you from nothing:
The braid of pain has been forgotten.
The wet coast at night,
Chen Zhe slaps the ocean of sleepwalking,
There is nothing to see.
8. Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
Whether the rainbow in the sky is pressed by floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams?
Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
9. "My thoughts and everything"
I want you to take my heart and everything,
Leave me a pair of eyes,
Let me see you.
There's nothing in me that you can't conquer.
You took its life,
With its death,
If I have anything to lose,
I hope you can take me there,
Leave me a pair of eyes,
Let me see you.
10, "My feelings are not nightingales"
My feelings are not nightingales,
Wake up on the phone in the morning,
In this land that is prosperous because of the kiss of the sun,
It sang a wonderful song.
My feelings are not a lovely garden,
White pigeons are floating on the quiet lake.
Towards the moonlight reflected in the water,
Its white neck is nodding.
I don't feel like a happy home,
Like a garden,
Full of peace,
I'm happy inside,
Live like a mother,
Gave birth to a fairy: beautiful joy.
My feelings are a desolate forest;
Among them is jealousy,
Like robbers,
It holds a sword in its hand: despair,
Every stab wound is a cruel death.
A modern short poem describing the emotion of youth
When I become a dead tree,
I don't know if I'll remember,
That year, Na Yue was green, covering my shoulders.
Blooming flowers, beautiful moonlight,
Come to my dream with a refreshing smell.
When I become a fallen leaf,
I don't know if I'll remember,
That year, Na Yue Chunfeng wiped my face.
Sleeping soul, burning sun,
Driven me to grow up with indescribable power,
When I became the devil,
I don't know if I remember,
That year I left Na Yue's paradise of youth,
The passage of time, the madness of the world,
With truth and strangeness, I was forced to change my life.
I will never forget,
That year, a pigeon with a broken wing was lying in a tree.
Its sad song is like a farewell song,
Sing my inexplicable sadness.
Running time,
I'm afraid we're all frivolous,
Did you see that immature self leave you,
He trembled helplessly on the other side of his memory,
He's lonely. The world is forgotten by you.
And we, even in the dark corner, scold the cruel world,
Curled up in loneliness, laughing and giving up dreams,
In that bloody sunset,
My tears are glowing on my face.
In the cold moonlight,
My tears evaporated and disappeared on my face!
When you forget your dream,
Please look back for yourself,
My dying youth,
We think alone!
A modern short poem describing feelings
mood
It's you and me
The only bond
Without it.
You and I don't know each other.
They are all vagrants.
Without it.
You live your life.
I live my life.
You have nothing to do with me.
fashionable
Your marriage to me.
Maybe happy.
Maybe it's sadness.
fashionable
Your journey with me
Maybe the light is on.
May have experienced difficulties and obstacles.
sentimentality
Distance of the road
Everything is soul mate.
Emotional narration
If the promise of dressing up
Violate the first stop of life
So hot time is an adventure ship.
Lost in confusion for a long time.
Floating like foam
Or sink like iron
It's an acquittal.
Sometimes I want swollen cells
Immersed in hallucinations
Listen to the familiar parts in the moonlight ...
Don't let fate mold in the rainy season.
Would rather take a breath of cold air.
Talking nonsense over and over again.
With questions
Approach the soft grass
Fishing with your eyes
Unconsciously heated the sun station.
feeling
In the simple operation of one plus one
There is always a third number.
Come out and make trouble
When the firewood is burning.
The smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
It's getting weaker and weaker
Integration of body and body
The reason needed is the shortest.
Running-in between heart and heart
It takes the longest time.
The feeling in the dictionary
This explanation is too simple.
Feelings in life
But it's getting more and more troublesome.
A modern short poem describing emotions, July 4, Liuxiang.
Depending on the warm sunshine, my heart flies like a butterfly among the flowers in July.
Looking back, there is the back of your past life.
At the time, I looked at the lush green of the water. I don't know, in the world of mortals, that's where my heart belongs.
In July, I wrote a thoughtful poem with warm love on my pillow.
I am in a collection of poems, salvaging the time of your past life and mine.
The west wind is thin, the old tree is faint, and the heartbroken person is in the end of the world.
Perhaps, it is our past life that doomed our lingering in this life.
I am in the world of mortals, searching hard for your symmetrical figure.
I only hope that although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, and I can feel each other's heartbeat at the end of the world or at the end of the earth.
Or, you can open the window and wait for me in the dim light.
Wait for me, in the streamer of July, we will count the stars in the sky and walk in the dim moonlight.
In July, I will wait for you in time.
Waiting for you, like a lotus flower to solve my troubles.
Waiting for you, walk into my time.
The stars are resting on my pillow tonight. In the bright July, I weave a dream for you.
I hope that in my dream, I have you.