Regret is not a reason to forget —— Choose five modern poems.

I don't want to write nostalgic articles since I got drunk last time. I had already won several lines of poems earlier, and I vowed to make a vigorous ending for these four years. Now I am disappointed and have to give up.

The following five poems span just four years. Behind each poem, there is an important stage: simplicity, infatuation, confusion, eagerness and high spirits. After careful consideration, I have roughly outlined the whole picture of my study in recent years, and specially selected them.

There is no other way, so let's miss the university that is about to die!

after all, being sorry enough is not a reason to forget.

In the early morning of October, 211, the dark night and the appearance of montage

merged into a

long river with melody out of tune

unbroken strings

fragrant yarn

hazy window

listening to an old song

that is, emotion should be shoulder to shoulder that year

. The wild wind in the field

is so uneasy

whether you are half asleep and half awake by drinking with a sword

or the sad color

The autumn leaves are flashing

The leaves are yellow

Waiting

The incomparable boat

The slender show is staying with the appointed city wall

So the afternoon sun is warm

. Travel far and wide

However, I miss the lonely street

trembling

and those seemingly absent encounters

have never gone away

Note: I can't sleep late at night on October 14th, and I feel sorry for singing with my roommate.

friends are in a bad mood at the meeting, and they all love each other, which covers the cause of the past.

April 212

In the dead of night

I watered every star

under the banyan tree with water from the Milky Way.

Acacia flowers

Every kind of palpitation you smell

is the fragrance of flowers in your arms.

Hide

You said: I am familiar with this smell

I have to get up.

hold your head up, Dear

I still have the smell of it in my hands

214.1

cicadas chirping outside the earth wall

annoying ears

tea stalks lazy to sleep in a coarse bowl

three or two faded

ceramic pieces like white jade flying

a shower writing on the eaves

a robe hanging high

. The platform is higher than the shrine

The patch covers the window

The crimson palms attract the thoughts of late spring

The meaning of twists and turns

Thousands of subtleties are all here

The flute is melodious and sweet dreams

The wonderful pen of black dragon is in full swing

There are half a cup of good wine today

And don't rush to sigh

The cows in the shed.

colorful satin is a thing of the past

playing with words in the palm of your hand

-"Heaven is not thin, I am

a mysterious pen holder "

Who knows that it is difficult to be in the same boat through thick and thin

However, a dead dog and a half

knowledge and so on

evolved at such a time

and were all changed into swords

-------------. Think of this layer, not from sadness.

May, 214

It's not dawn yet

The rain is too early

It rises and falls vaguely

The beating is extraordinarily long

Without the wind and thunder

It's gentle

Like her face in a dream

I haven't paid attention to the dimples under the eaves for a long time

I've been drinking homesickness for many years <.

Pipa withers in the quay

Red thread unties

Wash the tears of the night before into a river

Surge in the fireworks

There is an echo

I am afraid to open my eyes

I am afraid to find

the street lights in this city are degraded

Birds are afraid to return to their nests

Indus' small hands

. The rain comes

after all, it's too early

215.3

If you want to tear me

then come

Damn fate

I'm not afraid of my soul being shattered

I just warn you

Be careful

Countless broken me

still make you, I'm heartbroken

I'm going to blow the horn of killing in the accompaniment of the gale

The machete that has not been stained with blood for a long time

It's already drawn out of its sheath

Even if there are ghosts and gods, Bad divination

You have to make this gray world

shake the mountains

but you can't hear it yet

It's a heart-pounding sneer

Maybe there are years of showers

The waves are patted on the highlands

My boiling rage

is extinguished

Otherwise, It's a big loss

booze

waving flags

trampling on the horseshoe of sin

However, dear fate

I'm sorry to make you feel cold

I will never be that short-sighted Xiang Yu

I just hide in the mountains with tears

The wind is like crying and incarnating my dream

However,