Look at that mountain.
One by one.
tier building
The nearest piece of water
This is the territory of the villa.
(of grass and trees) be lush and green
People here like it.
Fairyland-like life
Next to the villa.
There are more people and vehicles.
Kind of ridiculous.
A little noisy
There are many tall buildings in the back.
That kind of propaganda is not funny.
No phone.
Only the level changes.
In the cradle of time.
Gradually relax, lose ...
I'm wrapped in everything
Whether you watch it or not.
There is faith to support the days.
Even if you don't understand.
We all go forward bravely.
Chasing a stale story.
Youth is surging under the mountainside.
Won't stop to get excited.
I also want to go back to their caves.
Savor the fresh fruits in early summer.
To find a clear memory.
Who do you think is the nearest?
Have nothing to do with wealth
Have nothing to do with success or failure
Have nothing to do with status
The only thing is those who wait.
wait for
Heal a wound
Realize that eventually
Who should be waiting for you?
A friend said that someone had confessed to her recently.
Did I ask her how to accept each other?
She said no, because she still couldn't forget him.
I hope to meet him again in the vast space one day.
She said she didn't know when it was just him.
It doesn't fit at all,
I asked her how long she would have to wait.
She said, I don't know, but now I really can't hold anyone in my heart.
Maybe just wait, wait a few years, maybe that's it.
I said, aren't you lonely? Don't you want some company?
She said she was used to living alone.
Occasionally, I will miss him quietly and think about that encounter.
It's really a bit dramatic, maybe it's so-called love at first sight.
Listening to a program the other day, a friend who had been separated for several years met in the vast network.
She hopes that she and he can meet in the vast space.
She felt silly herself, but there was nothing she could do.
Because love can't be reconciled, not because of emotion,
And I won't be with each other because I'm lonely
If it takes 500 years of practice to let this life pass by.
Then she is willing to wait all her life to meet him again in this life.
I said, why don't you ask your friends?
Maybe he has a girlfriend, maybe he is married.
She said she didn't know, and then she was silent.
In fact, I know that she is impossible.
She is regarded as a quiet and delicate girl.
I'd rather wait like this without an ending
I know she tried to find him.
But it turned out that she knew nothing about him.
What's his last name, name, job and where does he live?
I looked at her and was silent.
because
Some people may turn around for life.
Modern poem 3 of waiting: the moment to send my son on a long journey.
Suddenly I feel that you are around.
My worries
Because of your heavy fist.
The same train
The same station
Full of the same deep love
On the night of April 2,
I often dream of your face.
My deep thought
Fermented by your desire.
The same Mid-Autumn Festival full moon
It's also a long night.
The same dream turned into a dim light.
You are not strong, let alone stalwart.
But also fearless, no regrets.
Swallow the bitterness of life
Overcome the obstacles of fate
Take one's own responsibility
I always think of it when I am unhappy.
How can your sick body survive the mourning day?
Grandpa's ashtray is full of your difficulties.
It's hard to refresh grandma's smiling face ...
Always be grateful on holidays.
How can your thin shoulders stir up the mountain of parenting?
Brothers and sisters deserve your kindness.
Kindness is our eternal property.
Now, you are drifting away.
Live in a clear and quiet harbor
I copied your footsteps and approached your long-cherished wish.
Adjust my sail and sail for your other shore.
Looking forward to being like you.
No regrets!
Waiting for Modern Poetry 4 Walking often gets lost.
And then start spinning.
Until I'm exhausted
Finally, in a daze, I had a new dream.
Some of them are staged.
Some are directional.
When you open your eyes again.
The world is different.
I often hear all kinds of voices.
But I don't know which one is calling me.
So I covered my head.
Keep dreaming that waking dream.
When people are dizzy
We really need a voice to guide us.
Even if it is weak.
At least this is a sober wind.
This voice may be friendship.
Maybe it's love and affection
Go through a period of chaos
The heart will return to the original sky.
Occasionally, here and there
Still spinning in the same place
Wait for the breeze
Shake my heavy heart.
Wait for modern poetry 5. Don't wait to be elegant before smiling.
Don't wait to be loved, to give;
Don't wait until you are lonely to remember your friends.
Don't wait for a good position to work hard;
Don't wait until you don't remember others' advice;
Don't wait until you are sick to realize the fragility of life;
Don't wait until it's time to break up to regret not cherishing your feelings;
Don't wait for others to admire you before you believe in yourself;
Don't wait for someone to point out your mistake;
Don't wait until you have money to help others;
Don't wait until you die to find that you don't really love life.
Waiting for modern poem 6, I suddenly looked up and looked for it.
There's nothing.
No stars, no moon,
Even a faint street lamp,
I can't see that little light either.
I looked around,
Looking forward to the miracle light hidden in the small corner.
But, but nothing,
There is only darkness before my eyes.
I reached out and shook my hand,
Darkness makes me wonder where my hands are.
I can't see,
I can't see the fingers.
It's just that there is invisible darkness everywhere.
I shouted:
I started screaming.
My abrupt voice broke through the darkness,
However, it just shows a more lonely night.
I run,
I rushed forward regardless of everything.
Because I'm afraid,
I'm afraid of the darkness where I'm the only one.
I told myself to be strong,
But,
But tears broke the disguise.
Tears blurred my vision,
Let me lose my way in the dark,
I fell and hurt my strength.
I told myself not to cry,
however
Only then did I realize that I was so fragile.
I growled,
I don't understand. I don't understand.
The world is so big and there are so many people.
Why,
Why am I the only one in the dark?
I am in pain,
Even desperate to leave quietly!
Well, I guess,
I think it will make you feel better.
In this way, there will be no darkness,
There will be no fear and vulnerability.
I'm not dead.
I didn't have the courage to leave,
I don't want to be separated from the people I love and the people who love me.
I can only continue to be uncomfortable and fragile.
When I was thirsty, my tears dried up.
The voice is pitifully hoarse.
Suddenly I found out,
I don't need to die, I don't need to,
I just need to wait.
I need to wait,
I need to get through the long night,
Welcome the sunny dawn.
I need to wait,
I need to accept and enjoy,
The fear that darkness brings to me.
I need to overcome my fears,
Bravely tolerate the darkness.
I don't need to die,
I just need to wait!
Waiting for Modern Poetry 7 Want to pick a bluegrass.
Put it in the corner of the table.
Fragrant fragrance
Follow my dreams.
Want to plant a buttonwood tree
In the heart garden
Like butterfly leaves.
Keep giving me the strength to move forward.
but
It's winter.
Fallen leaves are floating everywhere.
Only cold, frost and snow exert their charm.
I don't know
Such continuous days and expectations
Will it synthesize a complete dream?
Let me smell the scent of bluegrass when I am tired.
Indus appears in the sun.
although
Such a scene
Appear in a dream
I don't know
A snowy winter
Greedy dreams in my window
and
An idea that has been brewing for a long time.
Yes or no
After all, no game can only be deduction.
And my beloved bluegrass
But the plane tree I'm looking forward to
Will it become a plot?
Often put the expected scene
Silhouette into pieces of missing.
although
In his own novels,
When you monopolize the afternoon sunshine.
Release as scheduled
perhaps
No one will know.
When everything
When it turns into rumors and phantoms
Only wait and never return.
Will bear the heavy price of loss.
Once and now
And the future.
I know everyone wants to be a happy person.
Eat delicious food, watch movies and travel everywhere.
Work is very relaxed, walking hand in hand in the sunset.
Don't worry about the house and health.
As long as you look at the smiling face, you can feel the breath of happiness.
You can feel happy just by listening to laughter.
At this time, we can see everyone.
Are kind and harmonious.
At this time, every river, every mountain, including every tree.
Is the source of happiness.
At this time, every cloud, every bird, including every flower.
Are wonderful notes.
There are countless rainbows in the sky.
There are countless magpies falling on it.
Singing the same happy song
There are thousands of kinds of fruits on the earth.
There are thousands of insects dancing.
The joy of celebrating the same harvest
Now, we, migrant workers,
Waiting to have a good mood every day.
Every day after dusk, after work.
Get a happy kiss from afar
Then wash clothes happily.
Sleep soundly in sweetness
Waiting for a modern poem. Last year's poems
Love songs in the west sea,
Singing until the tile leaks and the cold seeps,
Tears fell from my heart.
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Promise me you won't get lost,
But you travel around the world like the wind,
Leave me by the Wangchuan River.
Through a stream of autumn water,
Standing on the other side like a flower,
Flowers and leaves never meet.
These two feelings are wrong,
Millennium bagpipes,
The sadness of green calyx is a lonely wait.
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Waiting to be washed and heartbroken,
Just like the song I sang:
"Love is like a broken kite, which can't stop your promise.
I'm waiting,
Warm spring at the top of the snowy mountain.
Waiting for the platform period,
Lonely geese returning from melting ice and snow. "
Waiting for you, get back to the boat.
All three students are hairy, and I care all my life.
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Rain, wind,
I'm waiting,
Even if you choke on fireworks,
She was in tears,
Looking for you in the crowd, I am crazy.
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Wait, see Fang Zun,
Put all your eggs in one basket,
Quietly behind the poem,
Chew your sweet words.
The wind has scars,
Like willow branches beating against the lake,
Reflected between the lake and the moon,
I'm drunk.
Last year's song,
Love song for you,
Until the beauty fades and the snow falls.
Do you know I'm waiting for you?
Waiting for modern poetry 10 text/happy
Grass, green
Heart, very warm.
Ice, melted.
There you are.
In my heart
Plant acacia and go.
Robinia pseudoacacia grows wild
The days are long.
wait for
There is a smile on the rice grain.
There is a reflection in the glass.
Unable to swallow
The March wind shattered dreams.
Acacia, scattered all over the floor
Germinate, grow
Grow into a tree and guard it day and night.
You are far away, trapped by the cold wind.
A heart made of water condenses into ice.
It's cold to the heart
The trees in my heart are flourishing.
The ice in your heart is indestructible.
I turned acacia into tears.
Drop by drop, pour into your heart
Ice, or ice, unmoved.
I cut the thread of life.
blood flows like a river
You melt a little, melt
Waiting, endless
Life, fatigue
God, I cried.
Tears wet the earth.
The sun, tired.
Can't sleep.
Winter is coming.
Spring is still far away.
This tree is bare.
My heart is cold.
Water, it's cold
Hug together and warm each other.
Tie your hands and feet and stop.
Fish in the water
swim
Ice, cold through the heart of water.
Ice powder shattered the dream of water.
Wait, the flowers are blooming.
Bing Xin, wake up
Water, come on.
Go dancing with Miss Chun.