1, a famous romantic modern poem: cold wind
When the cold wind walked away from me, the warm feeling was much less. The bright sunshine disappeared and the gloomy clouds filled the sky. I've been asking why loneliness is creeping up my chest. Too much tenderness turned out to be a kind of worry, and an accident made me lose. So fragile. Why on earth? Thoughts surround me helplessly!
Why ask for trouble? Who likes being tortured like me? Return my first love, the cold wind blows to the old days, the past events overlap, and I miss every year day by day! I have so much to say, but I can't find an exit. The cold wind passed me silently, feeling dizzy and thinking dizzy.
2. Famous romantic modern poetry: my poetic dream.
If you don't come, my poetic dream will wake you up, in the clear river, in the fields, in the morning light on the hillside, in the temple tower at the top of the spirit. Of course, your flash-forward, lightning in your flash-forward, lightning flash-forward, I will choose, I will make it up. If you want to come, my poetry dream will be piously placed in the shrine above my head, holding the candle of time.
Driving away the tottering soul is of course panic. Panic is looking for an ordinary glyph to light up the freshness and brightness of an ordinary life. I don't care if you are here or not, my poetic dream, the spring and autumn when my arms are folded, the wind of plum fragrant bamboo remains the same, the sun sets, the shadow falls, and the pain falls all over the floor. The shadow behind me is not empty. I'm here whether you come or not. The truth, goodness and beauty ahead, like lightning in the light, flashed into the poetic dream above my head.
3, "believe in the future" index finger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed with poverty and sorrow, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land with frosty vines: Believe in the future.
I want to command the sky with my hand, I want to hold the sun with my palm, and I want to write with my warm and beautiful pen with my child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter what people think of our rotting bodies, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure.
Is it to send moved tears, deep sympathy, or to give a contemptuous smile, spicy ridicule. I firmly believe that people will give us a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine after countless explorations, losses, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments. Friends, firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, youth who overcomes death, the future and love life.