Poetry of Bridge Modern Poetry 1 I am a bridge, and I use literacy nutrition every day.
Ideas are higher than trees.
Tell the sky, the earth's mind
The earth became the most beautiful fairy tale.
I am a bridge, please teach me to walk in time.
Learning mathematics
God knows, the earth also has Arabic numerals.
The database of these countries, GTP
It's embarrassing to be fake.
I am a bridge, which should conform to the rhythm of history.
Understand the sufferings of society
Slowly tell the sky about the pain of the earth
Comfort and care have become the gods of the world.
The bridge of life is built with the dust of the soul.
The bridge of science and technology, pouring the rain of knowledge.
Take the best providence
Let the true feelings enter the world poetically.
Poetry of the Bridge Modern Poetry 2 Lying quietly on the river.
Listen to the running water singing softly.
No matter on the day when the willow trees are windy and dawn.
Or the season of rain, dew, wind and frost.
Let time flow.
Let the years rise and fall
Roots are deeply rooted in the river.
Dreams follow running water and sails.
The distance they arrived.
Is the distance the bridge will reach.
Silent for a thousand years.
Millennium dream
Tourists coming and going.
Rising sun and sunset
An encounter or glimpse of love
Is eternal in memory.
In the picture book of the years
Become immortal
Poetry of the Bridge Modern Poetry 3 On the other side of the bridge is the hometown.
I left the footprints of my youth here.
The river caressed my lush figure,
Listen to my playful laughter.
I'm at this end of the bridge, looking across,
For an instant, my heart was full of ups and downs.
The past is like a string of scattered pearls.
Like fog and smoke, the ripples of the years float.
It is snowing heavily outside,
A few naughty little guys.
Put the meat and sauce in an iron box,
Sitting on a clay brazier with a red charcoal fire.
Watching glug and bubbling,
Sending out an attractive fragrance.
I can't help dipping green onions and cabbage in the sauce.
Eating tortillas with relish.
Two dog ate her cotton-padded jacket,
Xiao Wuzi's sweat dripped down the smiling face.
Grandma is sitting on the hot kang with a long tobacco pouch.
Yelling at naughty us.
In grandma's ashtray,
Blinking, counting the days.
In the smoke,
There is a faint homesickness.
Dig the flavor of the day.
Aunt na Xie,
Or waterline or Nazi symbol.
A stitch after stitch,
Hiding the heart of the girl to be married.
The happiest thing is the Dragon Boat Festival.
When the swineherd collects pigs in the morning,
Every family stuffed boiled eggs into their schoolbags,
As a symbol of comfort.
The bag is full of eggs,
The swineherd counted happiness over and over again.
Calling pigs is also a pleasure.
This is a happy day for him.
I miss it,
Boiling years,
A cheerful and rushing river,
And this old wooden bridge that has experienced vicissitudes.
Hometown!
I have endless beautiful memories and thoughts.
Sprinkle tears of missing on the bridge,
In the river in my hometown ...
Poetry of Bridge Modern Poetry 4 I don't know how many years ago.
I show up here.
At that time, the scenery was beautiful.
There are many trees and plenty of herbs.
I heard the brisk singing of the river everywhere.
And farmers' harvest songs.
I don't know how many years later
I collapsed here.
At this time, there is a lot of smoke.
Black smoke and garbage besieged the city
I saw the river flowing sadly.
And the endless roar of urbanization
I think I should get out of here.
Someone put me in the van.
They cut me to pieces.
In the last review.
There is only a vast expanse between heaven and earth.
I can't see how far it will be.
The misty wind and sand fascinated my eyes.
I will sleep forever.
I don't know what tomorrow will be like after tomorrow
Poetry of Bridge Modern Poetry 5 is in my heart.
There is a crooked bridge.
His touch.
Like the moon in the sky.
A clear stream
Reflect his strong face.
The surrounding scenery is beautiful.
It set him off slightly.
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How much sunscreen and cream?
Who's with him?
He had to run across the stream.
Take away its little sadness
every time
He sent away passers-by from north to south.
And whose memory has his image?
Sunset at dusk
As I approached the bridge,
Want to hear its inner desire
I just hope
You remember me.
After all, you sent me through the cold window of childhood.
I will draw your shadow in my heart.
Eternal treasure, treasure
How many years later
After coming back to you.
You are like mom's eyes.
So kind
I have you in my life.
I can walk out of my dream gently.
Tilt in my happy direction.
Bridge in my heart, bridge
No matter where I am in the future
I will always remember you.
Write the next movement for me
Don't be so melancholy in your dreams.
The change of time cannot be changed.
The weight of you in my heart