Selected Modern Butterfly Prose Poems Part I: Butterfly, My Dream Author: Qingtianjian
One, a pair, a group,
Butterflies on the grassland. you
Is there a ceremony? Whose glass is this?
Touching you, a face of scandal.
Mottled dancing, colorful.
The rotation of light is silent.
Two little hands grasp the night,
Roaming at night, the emptiness of the wind
Finger shape, cha-cha dance
A brief rush, a brief pause.
Butterfly, my dream comes from the night.
In whose eyes is the earth shaking? seek
I used to fantasize about losing my wings for a thousand years.
Also confused about Newton's law, so
I insist on finding fault with the facts.
The result is in absolute and relative space.
Imprisonment That freedom was not brought,
Where is the attachment of neon lights? Where else?
Your butterfly-like feelings and wandering?
Butterfly, my dream.
I tried to jump out when I was drunk.
The elegance of waltz; Free and easy tango.
I also want to spend a good night with flowers, under the stars.
The poet imagined the prototype of the sketch and came to me.
Page by page, page by page.
Crossing the time tunnel, measuring
Who am I, dreaming of falling.
The disrepair of the podium, because of butterflies.
Beauty is flying, and two notes are solo on the strings.
Selected Modern Prose Poems of Butterfly Part II: Blue Butterfly Author: 8 1 Courtyard
Stars in the morning
Fall on your wings
It's my tears.
The sadness of dew on rose petals
Flower of illusion
Blooming alone in the sun
Is the legendary happiness.
Xiarili
Singing through the soul
Wave a hand
I can't get rid of the time entangled in my fingers.
Blue Dream
Explode in a confused mind
An angel as pure as a poem
Flapped yarn wing
In a stretched and tired posture.
Interpret fairy-tale beauty and kindness
What a cruel farewell
Forget you.
Blue butterfly's thin thoughts
Cut out the back of your departure
Wandering road
When my eyes drift away.
The morning sun
Scattered on your wings
This is my pain.
An unreachable dream
Selected Modern Butterfly Prose Poems Part III: Butterfly Dream Author: Jing Jun
Dreaming at midnight is like a butterfly flying.
Lightweight and elegant
Natural and unrestrained, ethereal as nothing.
Who knows?
Millennium dream-chasing
But it's hard to find your face
There is tenderness.
As gentle as water-deeply attached
But it's hard to find your heart
Hua Jian gu yin
What can I rely on to feel sorry for myself?
Qingqing green grass
The breeze accompanied me.
You have a long view.
Drift away, get drunk.
Search thousands of miles
I just want a good company to understand my heart.
It's hard to miss
Without you to accompany me
Where is Xiaojun?
I traveled all over the world looking for you.
Flowers are competing to bloom
Advise me to stop and admire my beauty.
My heart is fascinated.
How can I miss the flowers?
search
It is difficult to stay in spring without falling flowers.
A tearful skirt
Xiao Geng can't find broken moon anywhere.
She shouldn't hold a grudge against men.
Just to find a dream
believe
my heart will go on
Selected Modern Prose Poems of Butterflies Part IV: Butterflies on Fingertips Fall on Fingertips
A delicate butterfly
With the fragrance of flowers.
And the initial shyness and ignorance.
It tells me sadly.
Its life belongs only to a hundred flowers.
Flowers always have bees in their hearts.
When it has bee wings,
Baihua's heart is still attached to bees.
I smiled silently.
Half a touch of sunset solidified the vicissitudes of life
What should you do if you are rich with 3 thousand?
Deep-rooted attachment has penetrated into the bone marrow.
You cannot delete or replace it.