Writing modern poetry? 1, passenger
The world is very big, so
We will meet many people.
someone
Maybe at some point, because of something
Stay in your heart
But it may have been a long time.
I don't know how long it took.
You will gradually find out
Actually, that's all.
He's just staying for a while.
Or just stay.
Something that doesn't belong to you.
Just borrow it.
In my heart
Thought it would last forever
Only to find that it is getting farther and farther.
I feel completely out of tune.
Inadvertently, it has drifted away with time.
Why bother? It doesn't matter.
Who cares?
Okay, then.
You are just a passer-by in my life.
And I may be just a stranger in your heart.
Never.
Step 2 remember
A worn-out piece of paper
Record your story and mine.
Imperfect
Not sad at all.
The only problem is.
Your incomprehension, my silence
When you say nothing
obsure
Expired calendar
Witness the past days
Not sad.
I'm not happy either
The only problem is.
Mature heart, the embryonic form of dream.
absolutely true
Memories are like a thin thread.
Pull my heart
Pain, crying, tired, asleep, awake.
Decided not to think about it.
3. On inertia
What is inertia?
This is a stain on the white paper.
No matter how white the paper is
It's also a piece of waste paper
This is rat shit in a pot of soup.
No matter how fresh the soup is.
It is also the waste water in the pot.
If you want to achieve something in this life.
Please don't, ignore it.
Being near it will only make you vulgar.
Leaving it will make you smart.
I know
It was born with it.
Also know
It won't end well.
Still eating soft and afraid of hard
If you are weak
Then kneel at its feet.
Begging it to see.
See if it will, will it?
Give it to you tomorrow.
If you are strong enough,
Then stand up and overthrow it
Its rule will end here.
For you.
It is tomorrow.
The grass is deep and green,
Dog owners can't see dogs.
I don't know where to hide it,
Can't tell things apart.
Grass moves from side to side,
There is a gloomy feeling in the bushes.
There is a puppy in the middle.
,
All my gifts are in my gun,
Write an article in the right direction.
Paint a beautiful picture of life,
The gun battle was silent and the fog was refreshing.
Spray cars, doors and windows,
People come and go.
Life is happy and rich.
,
The church stands high on the roadside,
Father teaches believers to sing.
In twos and threes,
Go to church at the age of five and ten.
When you get to your seat, sit on it.
Thousands of people around listen.
The sea says my Lord is in heaven.
Flying Youth Kaiser 3344 Dedication
Youth is * * *, which makes us curious to chase and run in the streets and alleys.
Youth is a dream, burning every day, illuminating the future, let's fight for it.
Dreams are our youth. Whisper your heart to the blue sky, let the white clouds hear it, and the scalpers under the blue sky can understand it.
For the sake of youth, give up your dream of pursuing seven colors.
Go through hardships, bitter turns sweet.
In spring, the desert seems green. Such excitement is like a spring rain diving into the wasteland to nourish everything.
With such joy, youth wants us to shout out our dreams. Youth, we should be so heroic, full of curiosity and hope.
In the evening, the spring rain is like smoke, and everything is full of vitality and hope. At this time, ten thousand lamps and a pair of bright eyes are facing the glory.
See the future clearly and release youth. ...
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Self-edited modern poetry 1. Live wholeheartedly for the sunshine.
Live wholeheartedly for the sunshine.
Live for the rain
White birds live on the roof.
This is a circle of tobacco spit out by a sleepy man.
Will eventually enter the white world
The drummer gradually fell asleep in the night.
Live wholeheartedly for the sunshine.
Fall in love and get married in the sun
I can't kiss my lover in the sun.
Drummers breathe evenly in the dark.
A tear or two falls into the loess.
Live for the rain wholeheartedly.
You got married on a rainy day.
Waiting for the next guest under the eaves
remember
recall
A misty scene
A long line
My eyes disappeared into the clouds.
I think of a piece of debris that can't stand the wind and rain.
Forever young smiling face.
Only kites.
The face of a bird in the sky
My kite has only one long line.
He went with the wind.
Throw the other end of the line into the cloud.
So I had a spring dream.
A misty scene
Flowing in the mountains
Because you can't see the sun and the moon.
Birds sleep at home.
Because you have to fly downwind.
They tidied up the clean feathers.
I remember a big tree with green feathers.
Unable to fly because of a solid foundation
So he told the bird his happiness.
in autumn
All my feathers are as light as the wind.
All my thoughts have disappeared.
I dreamed of it for a thousand years.
When I wake up, I will fly out of this day.
This is the only poem worth recording at the age of 17. It can be said that I opened a door with it. I keep this dream, and I can do better. My childhood is monotonous, but there are still many things worth remembering. I am not a good boy, but I want to prove that I can do it one day.
Please enlighten me.
A modern poem written by myself, written over and over again.
But I can't show my heart
Language clumsiness
But it never occurred to me.
Literary talent is more astringent
Just ask you to be smarter than me
Understand my heart
If I were a tree.
I will let everyone enjoy the cool.
If I were a star
I will light up the earth.
On the vast grassland
You deserve to be one of them.
Only one.
This will also make the grassland more beautiful.
Life is like this.
We just learned. . . . .
Self-edited modern poetry, Xi Murong's "Rhyme after Rain"
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters, life is always a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds will eventually merge into a river.
I didn't write it, but it's my favorite. I hope it works for you.