Like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains,
Charming, charming,
It is fragrant, fragrant in the heart;
Words,
Like the vast starry sky,
Brilliant and far-reaching,
You can brighten your eyes when you meet;
Words,
Like a drizzle in spring,
Fresh and delicate,
Holding a trace in your hand, you can feel a cool pulse;
Words,
Like a woman in makeup,
Dignity and elegance,
Hold it in your arms and leave a fragrance;
A long time ago,
The pursuit of words is crazy,
Fascinated by words,
I am afraid that I will be unfamiliar with words in my life;
The vast ocean of literature,
Beat all kinds of notes,
Hard-working people,
String them into a line,
A word is woven into a net;
The wind of the book of songs,
The elegance of Li Sao,
Chunqiu Fu,
Deduced the eternal swan song;
Tang poetry blew away the lovesickness everywhere,
Song ci slipped away for thousands of years,
Yuanqu lights up youth,
Blooming with the light of years;
I think it's a foot high, if I can.
With a touch of elegance,
Holding a book along the way,
Walking leisurely in the world of mortals with a book;
From now on, I want to weave words into a dress.
Make a poem into a flute,
Seclusion in the text,
Dancing in ink,
On the letterhead of life, complete the chapter of life with elegant dance.
Modern Poetry 2 was said by that person, and my words will make her eyes shine.
She also told me to keep writing, which was as beautiful as Haruki Murakami.
Then she said, am I more motivated to write words?
I want to say yes, if my writing can't keep improving and make people shine,
I won't write if I can't get into the homepage of the website.
Now, all this is true and becomes a reality. I have become a person with certain writing ability and writing style.
Thank you for always supporting me. You are real heroes.
When Huangmei fell to the ground, the summer solstice came again.
We are here in Jianghuai Meiyu. Thunderstorms will be more frequent, and the weather will always be a little gloomy and sad.
In this season, I also want to ask you, are you far away? Miss you very much, miss your city,
Remember our past? You used to be like a flower fairy blowing flowers in spring,
Wearing old long sleeves, in my words, dancing,
Then push away my beautiful heart,
Let me write down those quiet, beautiful and flawless words.
Only you are the Iraqi in my words, quiet, long-sleeved, beautiful and moving.
In today's era, you will become a different person, and we will wander around the lake in Norway in confusion.
You put on a fashionable white dress and sunglasses and walk by the lake like the evening breeze.
Are you looking for something? Are you looking for the beautiful heart we once had?
I think no matter how the times change, maybe only you are the most beautiful scenery in that era, and only you and my words match best.
When you walk by the quiet blue lake, I want to walk into your heart like blue lagoon and write more words for you like Haruki Murakami.
How I want to become a deer, drink the quiet lake and watch your beautiful reflection in the lake!
Miss you very much! Words miss you more!
China's modern poetry 3 brings bright happiness.
The wind is coming.
Today is a special day.
In a warm harbor
I am at your disposal.
exceedingly fascinating and charming
Here comes the moon.
Today is a romantic festival.
In the days of infinite lovesickness
I met two loving souls for you.
So blessings are sung in the world of mortals.
In the white moonlight.
The torrent of love overflowed the blooming flowers.
Singing in the rose under the pen.
Qin is in the garden full of blessing sentences
Harvest a kind of happiness
Nostalgia and love are beside Sansheng Stone.
Lost dream
At this time, it is deeply rooted in the bright sunshine.
Lift the veil of moonlight shyness
Carefully wrap a bunch of roses representing love.
If you know my tenderness
You will see a heart that blesses you in the petals.
Every inch of acacia will drown with you for three thousand miles.
A few lines of small red paper can't be finished.
Best wishes for a happy birthday! Into your heart
Happy Valentine's Day! Sneak into your dreams
A few lingering rhyming pens
Rub a love between the eyebrows.
The cold in winter has already turned into a warm breath.
Your smile is part of the blessing.
Like spring in February.
Modern Poetry 4 thinks that he is a capable person.
Wandering in the endless wilderness
Looking for the sound of nature thousands of miles away
The boundless universe
Including all kinds of customs
From a grain of sand to a grain of grass.
True or false is like a kaleidoscope.
Stumbling along the way, I miss it a little.
The dusty journey became painful.
The continuous sunlight refracts the balcony.
Warmed the cold window grilles
I just want to be with you.
Wandering in the silent ocean
Hide your shallow thoughts in the arms of the night
Chew quiet comfort.
Knock out painful words.
Line by line, line by line.
A crooked poem holding hands.
Keep thinking
Who named the night lonely?
This lonely black is full of lovesickness.
Who started throwing ink at guests and swimming in the prison canyon?
But I can't change the color of elves on rice paper.
You can't find the original truth through one creature after another.
Uncover the mask of disguise, it is better to be naked and white.
Boiling blood rolled along the river.
The beauty I want flows in the desert ruins.
Think you're strong.
Can let troubles stop you.
You can stop missing
Fill your mind at any time.
On the endless horizon
Pick up the lost gold
Looking at the boundless starry sky
Know your cowardice.
You can get through the unbearable darkness by relying on you.
Old words and new poems
symphony of life
Word for word.
Day after day, year after year
Let the naked heart be here.
Talking, shouting and diarrhea
Make love here
Tear here
Imagine here.
Too many irrelevant things have happened in modern poem 5.
Too many helpless people wander in the crowd,
I didn't know that the world was changing every second,
So the joys and sorrows add up to one day.
Life is like a wave, hidden and turbulent, ups and downs calm.
Some accidents will inevitably hurt people,
Accept it frankly and enjoy it.
Death,
One in 86,400 a day.
Smiling a second ago,
After a second, my eyes may lose color.
Life should know how to pursue enough,
Happiness is better than unhappiness.
It is better not to be free and easy than to be free and easy.
The bigger the dream, the more empty it is.
If your heart flies high, you will be afraid.
Find a place where you can let go of your sadness.
Hand in hand, baptism for chaos.
Companion, not the delicious milk and coffee,
But black hair and white hair are still together.
Send yourself a toilet mirror,
In addition to appreciating the beautiful self,
Stop occasionally to mend your makeup,
Look at the crowd behind you.
Simple people, complicated people.
Not as good as a fleshy heart.
Modern Poetry 6 My words are myths and legends.
Sad words are flowers that have not withered in previous lives.
Take it with you wherever you go and never give up.
Confused. In a well, the soul roams in Yuan Ye.
The walker has no regrets, and leaves a blank space to plant flowers and grass for his children.
And the story behind him is still circulating in the light and shadow.
Perhaps a certain period of time has become a classic of eternal legends.
Travel far. Leaving only shadows, empty dreams, and no repeated flute sounds.
The road is the direction of the wind, the emotion and the concern of the soul.
The code words you didn't say, hidden in the water, have become the flower paths spread out for me in the next life.
Looking forward to the moonlight hut, imagine a tree and a chair in front of the door.
Sitting quietly under the moon with you, you ask me
Can you really see the flames and flowers in heaven?
I said, this is a mirage that I dreamed of building.
Poetry inspiration is as fragile as September and fleeting.
The bitter poet is still suffering and healing with words.
Don't care too much about past gains and losses, especially fame and fortune are the thinnest.
The water overflowed in the autumn night with you, and the road I took was also water.
Days are as thin as cicadas. It's sweet to come back and resign.
I counted the warehouses in the quiet night and thanked the watchers in the summer grass.
Sunshine and water are still around, just like poetry in the palm of your hand.
Heaven and earth, Fiona Fang, the grass in poetry, the memory that hits the heart and bones still exists.
Walking in a hurry, like a shadow, in the light of the night.
In fact, we are on the road every day, even if there is wind, snow, singing and sound.
At the end of the road, you and I look pale again and again.
The silence of the past, your tenderness, eventually became a memory of injury.
Count carefully. The attachment embedded in bone marrow in this life is the pain point in the north.
Modern Poetry 7 In this quiet age
Ink for boiling tea
Put down a heavy heart
Add half a cup of fragrant tea and pour it slowly.
The wind is strange. It comes and goes.
The green of the branches changed from green to yellow.
How many green flowers, how many yellow flowers.
How many dreams bloom in my heart?
I always think that life will be dull.
Decorate into a poetic and lush appearance.
Don't let the sun and the moon touch the thin shadow
Don't let sadness creep into your brow and heart.
I also want to use the pen in my hand.
Write down the world of mortals, fireworks
Every bloom, every fallen leaf.
Write down the people coming and going in your life.
I am using a pious heart.
The lamp buckle is mine.
That door to happiness, let me
The words are fragrant and the pen and ink are warm.
The years are short and the sun and moon are long.
Falling in love with words, I put down a lot.
I don't know, yes or no.
But a persistent pursuit on the road of writing.
Perhaps, I was too stupid to ask for a half-open.
But because, in words,
Only then will my simple time be charming.
Decorate the window of my heart and miss the silence.
On the road of life, don't ask others.
What I asked was, my own heart.
Even if there are no flowers in the yard, they will.
Enrich life and nourish the soul.
Your words always fascinate me.
early morning
I'll take your words
As a nutritious breakfast
Bathe in your favorite sunshine and rain.
Welcome a new day.
Your writing always fascinates me.
at noon
I'll take your words
As a delicious and rich dish.
Chew the fragrance of words carefully.
Feel your sweetness
Your writing always fascinates me.
dusk
I'll be alone
Use your words to make wine, and use peach blossoms to cook.
Cup after cup, interacting with the moon.
Sing poems for you.
Taste the sweetness of peach blossom wine slowly.
Until, indulge in the arms of your dreams.
Your writing always fascinates me.
You are Li Qingzhao in my eyes.
You are Lin in my eyes.
You are Zhang Ailing in my eyes.
You are three hairs in my eyes.
Your writing always fascinates me.
Reading your words is like reading your heart.
It's like drinking a bottle of good old wine.
Endless aftertaste, full of fragrance.
Let me do it. Don't come back drunk.
How are you doing?
How are you doing
Why has there been no news?
Just waiting for you.
I have seen through the autumn waters.
You know, I miss you.
How are you doing
Why do you always hide?
Just to see you.
I have traveled through tang style Song Yu.
Do you know my loneliness?
How are you doing
Why do you always say nothing?
Just to worry about you day and night.
I've been suffering from it.
Do you know my heart hurts?
How are you doing
Why do people always go to empty buildings?
Just to find you.
I have crossed Qian Shan.
You know, my insistence
How are you doing
Why are you ignoring me?
To fulfill your dream, I have your dream.
I have resolutely abandoned everything.
Even if you are a speck of dust.
I'd like to, too./I would also like to
Modern poetry 9 meets, knows each other, knows each other,
A beautiful process.
Parting is the end of the story.
A brief reunion,
But just, meet again after a long separation.
You're still here, I'm still here,
We are far away,
Disappear at the end of the sky.
Inclined figure,
Familiar and unfamiliar,
Never intersect,
Forgotten and buried,
Dark corner.
I only have pale words,
Remember the loveliest you.