Abandon fame,
Zhanhai Xintian,
Afraid of coming back late,
Acacia is like a net.
Bald pen sleeve wind pearl river,
Thanks to comments from Iraqis.
Think low,
Jade is clean and ice is clear.
On the branches, incense is blooming outside the wall.
I'm so shocked, I don't take the mountain road.
Chasing the past,
Heartbroken tears,
Put a pot of wine,
Query the autumn moon in the west wing.
About the rose,
Look it up in the book.
Memories of modern poetry II. It's raining again and again ...
Sitting by the window with a roll of historical records.
The window was half-closed, and the cold wind blew across my face, vaguely blurring my eyes.
My mind is not in the book, listening to the rain quietly, but dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty.
Who says the breeze can't read? Mo Tao can only turn over books.
Blow up page by page and fall off page by page.
The originally calm heart was rippled by the rustling autumn wind.
"Tianzi provoked an Anshi rebellion", she is not Yang Yuhuan, and I am not Li Longji.
"Up to now, the west wind is crying with white silk." She doesn't have to be buried in Maitie, and I don't have to be buried in Tailing.
We don't have the "pre-alliance of wood and stone" in previous lives, and we don't have the "good fortune" in future generations.
What she disturbed was my Chang 'an, a throbbing heart.
Vaguely remember, belongs to her first beauty.
Call it a magical encounter for the time being. I couldn't see her face clearly.
The late autumn wind rustled, and a yellow leaf brushed her hair and rushed to my face.
Seems to feel the hair micro-motion, looking back.
But an east wind began to blow her hair.
I can't see her face clearly, but I remember the shimmer in my hair.
"Clear pronunciation and mellow voice, charming", between the lines, reveals a touch of elegance.
"Low-key behavior, show more charm", a frown, a little beauty fully displayed.
The dance on that stage touched many heartstrings when I saw her again.
That was when I saw her again, and that sentence contained a gift for geometry.
I remember her sparkling eyes and the smell of hair left by touching dead leaves.
She smiled trembling.
I wanted to return the dead leaf, but I was a little more timid when I arrived.
A "hello", I don't know how to answer the next sentence.
I only vaguely remember that it was a silvery laughter, and the teenager blushed.
"Small pine hills, the moon is like frost, and people are also hurt like catkins", which may be short-lived, but it does not belong to them after all.
"Ten years, three thousand years, I hope we don't forget each other." Maybe I miss you, but there will be that parting after all.
Like a floating dream. When I woke up, it was like a wisp of smoke.
On the day of parting, in the spring of everything, my heart fell into absolute zero and my vitality was dying.
Gone, leaving only a wisp of hair stroking my back.
What about that yellow leaf? ...
The volume of historical records is still turning with the wind, and I see the dead leaves I used as bookmarks.
A bitter smile leads to a little melancholy.
Holding it slowly, it broke my finger and spread its wings.
That's not dead leaves, it's dancing.
Maybe I should realize that it is a butterfly.
Recalling modern poems on the wooden table of the old house 3
Dim kerosene lamp
Mother sat at the wooden table.
Teach us three brothers by hand
read aloud
Strange fonts in the book
Father is in front of an old radio
Listen to those old stories.
He doesn't know what we read aloud.
His spare time is spent.
The hookah in your hand
The clear water of Triffault River flows through it.
The endless rice fields in front of the door
Golden ears of rice put on their coats.
We three brothers are all naked.
Dive into the water to hide and seek.
From dawn to dark.
The village was silent at night.
We climbed the mountain.
A hut on the top of the mountain.
Written at the foot of the moon
The innocent secret of a child
I think of that precious time
Ignore a long night
Those annoying things after waking up
Ignore the rain and calm down.
What happened when we grew up.
Frogs outside the door at night.
Like fireflies
Hide naive dreams in your heart.
What we looked like when we were kids.
Turn into an ancient portrait
Stay in the fuzzy mirror
Recalling Modern Poetry 4 Koharu
The wind blows the willow branches.
Swing quietly across the lake
I am so naive.
Always sitting on a bench by the lake
Dream about your future.
Like clouds in the sky
Behind the changeable form
It is colorful. Rich and colorful.
Be a child with dreams.
Have a good time in Koharu.
early summer
Listen to the cicadas chirping in the Woods
Desk writing
An earthquake, a devastating disaster
Turn early summer into early summer.
Look at the clouds, it's dark.
I wonder if I'm overworked.
Or is the earthquake too strong?
My heart has long been numb.
Like a machine
Tireless work in early summer
Gao Qiu
Continues the nature of early summer.
It's still the same reverse black and white
However, there is a trace of comfort in fatigue.
The weather turned cold and the autumn was crisp.
The leaves of Platanus acerifolia fell and scattered all over the campus.
You are dragging a pair of small white shoes.
On the path under the shade of trees
Left laughter and laughter
That's what I am.
Looking at you in the crisp autumn.
My mind is full of all kinds of people.
Big East
Put down your tired body.
Curled up in a warm room
I am like some animals.
Began the so-called hibernation
Wang Yang was as silent as a stone.
No movement, no action
Only comfortable enjoyment.
The fun of winter
I left it in the snow
A moment's trace
I know nothing about the world.
Silent death in winter
Recalling the modern poem 5 that is difficult to heal in my heart,
There is a song that sings softly for you.
On the vast traffic road,
Tracing back to my distant youth,
Where are you wandering?
Time cruelly destroys life,
The vicissitudes of life are engraved on the face,
Recalling us in the flower season,
Like the rising sun,
Emit the light of youth.
Classmate,
Do you remember what the other man looked like?
The innocent and naughty smiling face of the past,
There are wrinkles in my eyes today.
Black hair stained with frost.
No matter how rough life is, many past events have been erased.
But childhood memories are always in my mind.
Students reunited after a long separation get together,
* * * With memories of unforgettable times,
Familiar figures and melodies come together,
Excitement flies far away.
On a snowy night of life,
Completely change our image,
Sorrow haunts the hearts of young people!
Only by secretly blooming in the twilight,
I want to put the seeds of youth,
Buried in my heart forever.
Don't waste your life pursuing your ideal.
Sing the song of eternal youth,
Let a young heart,
Shout loudly in life.
Recalling modern poetry with the beat of Children's Day 6
Think of my childhood friends.
Childhood friends are in sight.
Memorized songs are ringing in my ears.
The silent years are drifting away.
Innocence in my heart is like yesterday.
Childhood is my song during the day.
Childhood is my dream at night.
Childhood, only laughter, no sadness.
Childhood is a poem full of endless memories.
Childhood is gone, and memories are beautiful.
Childhood, leaving you for a long time.
I really want to invite you to accompany me.
Revisit familiar places
Then fly a kite.
The test rate is very high.
Fantasize about growing a pair of wings
be overwhelmingly ambitious
In that forest
I am naive to you.
Blow the willow flute to talk about green
Listen to the birds in the forest.
Looking forward to the infinite reverie of childhood.
A plane made of paper.
Come and fly with me.
Handmade windmill
Go to school to participate in the competition.
That long rubber band.
This is my favorite.
You have a pair of alert eyes.
Look at the way you hide and seek.
Crystal eyes
A thick childlike smile
I'm afraid the sample of fairy tales
Even if you break through the castle peak
It's hard to find it again
Life will not go backwards.
Childhood is also with yesterday.
memory
My love for childhood has grown.
Mention my heartbeat and flowers.
Let the laughter of childhood
With a green dream
On the way forward in life
Sow innocence and beauty
Recalling Modern Poetry 7 I saw a couple.
Thinking about you.
Warm and sorry
I saw this movie.
Thinking about you.
Happiness and confusion
I remember my fingers interlocking.
Affectionate dependence
I think of my childhood friends.
Happy laughter
Remember your smile
I remember your crying, too.
Reminds me of your cleverness.
I also remembered your unreasonable behavior.
Think about this surprise.
And accompanied by sadness.
Think about happiness
Also mixed with troubles.
Now it's all over
Why do you still think of it?
Just because I still have you in my heart.
I can't get rid of it for a long time ...