Now my modern poem 1 "I"
What word should I use to describe the present?
I was not perfect before.
But it is not covered with phosphorus.
Before I knew it, I was covered with phosphorus.
Although I am not confident, I will not feel inferior at this point.
Who can understand the pain of liking?
Who can feel the pain that they don't know?
I don't know who made me so miserable.
I don't know who covered himself with phosphorus.
I don't know how to go on in the future and for whom.
I am very tired.
My head is tired, my body is tired, and my heart is tired.
Sometimes I always comfort others.
But who can comfort me now?
How I wish I could hide in a cave where no one knows me and never go out.
Might make you feel better.
I'm trapped in my own trap! Cann't get out
I didn't realize until now.
So I'm so selfish
So heartless
Even so cruel.
Many people have been hurt mercilessly.
Break their hearts.
I hurt so many people invisibly.
Now my modern poem 2 "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"
lake
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Now my modern poem 3 "Miss You"
It hurts to think of someone who misses you so much.
I want to ask you, are you okay?
Words cannot express all my emotional poems.
So he was silent and escaped.
Have you understood all this?
I have never really walked through your world.
You occupy every dream of mine.
My heart doesn't want to complain about the injustice of heaven.
I just want you to miss you again, and I don't want to miss every second.
I wrote it. I don't know if you need it.
Miss you, from the wish of the leisure of flying leaves in Fenglin;
Miss you, blowing Ran Ran's hair from the breeze;
Miss you, from the dream, the sound of the long flute by the lake.
Miss you, at the top of the mountain where the sunset will melt;
Miss you, by the rainbow in rainy Chu Qing;
Miss you, on the path of sparse bamboo bushes.
I miss you, I miss your poems, and I miss the emptiness after the dense fog bypasses the mountain tip.
Miss you, martyr after the waves hit the rocks,
Miss you, butterfly painstakingly cultivated for seven days of beauty.
In the melody played repeatedly,
Miss you
In the melody played repeatedly,
Whose vibrato is weak,
Miss you
Because of the bright green in early spring this year,
Can find * * * exciting draw,
Have the hope of the whole season.
I think you are because of my destiny takes a hand's lofty sentiments.
I will miss your poems in the cycle of time.
Pain and distortion
From season to season.
Now my modern poem 4 "Companion"
Something to accompany us.
Record a certain time
Pain and happiness
It also records a relationship.
Warm and cool
That kind of fate is a bit fleeting.
People in love.
Like a carved statue
Stay in my heart for a long time
And continue to shape.
It was a gust of wind.
In the shell of our lives.
Have good seeds.
Take root, sprout and grow up forever
A memorable moment.
This old thing
take on an entirely new look
Use new content
Recorded that moment
A state of mind with unlimited scenery
That's a kind of
China people's mental outlook
Forgotten corner
It's also a pile.
Unforgettable hot events
People are in high spirits.
Work towards a goal
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The view in front of the house
A moment's shaking
The refracted eyes of the window look out.
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The beauty of early spring
The warmth brought to my home.
Who will give up everything they have?
Running around looking for it.
Another self.
The eagle is singing.
The eagle is singing.
The eagle circled in the valley.
The water in the river bed gurgled.
Singing euphemistic songs
Who brought you beauty?
fallen leaves
Never go back to the tree and cry.
Regenerated leaves
But it's tender.
The breath of spring
Green laziness
Respiratory intestine
The chest is also standing up.
Your love, in the sun
Walking towards paddy fields
decision
fallen leaves
Fell from the tree.
That day began.
Fate has been sealed.
Why not?
Flexible?
Stick to a foreign country
rental housing
Live a hard life.
What is youth?
invincible
Powerful poetic rhyme
Can't be moved
She longed for the day of plantain.
In the mourning of papaya
Look at the saliva. Falling fruit.
seat
Look at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the hall
Wang Tian bian yun Juan Yunfu
Coffee without sugar
After tasting for a while, the banquet broke up.
People under the gazebo
Leave the beach by the sea
Three three two two.
Their respective dorms, and then
Talking about a pleasant lunch
In those seawater
Rolling waves
What kind of jump?
Tango dance
Surf on the pedal
Facing the rising waves
Float this way
Now my modern poem 5 "Mother"
The day of delivery.
Touch swollen breasts
Touch the abdomen with obvious fetal movement
Mother's pride is written on her face.
Written on the smooth and plump chest of the earth.
The sickle of life shines.
The significance of starting to harvest cherries.
No one doubts mother's spring scenery.
Mom's wish has already begun.
Along the direction of soybeans and corn
Sow me in a beautiful dream
Mother used to graze cattle and sheep.
Fictional girl's love in colorful clouds
On a morning full of wine.
Shyly hide the secret of flowers
Mother's flute ripples in spring.
Purplish petals are falling.
The lonely wind blew out the lamp.
I am the mother's spring
In my mother's unmarried garden.
Waiting for the prince in the distance
The white horse running in the distance.
The prince and the white horse
Slow unity
On the bright branches in spring
The young mother finally ushered in the sedan chair.
Eventually became the theme of the earth celebration.
A chubby baby in vain
A baby in a red belly pocket.
Mother's autumn, the melon is ripe and the fruit falls.
The eternal story of becoming a mother
Now my modern poem 6 "The Poet"
It is late at night.
Room one is dark.
The distant whistle and the rhythm of the train
It's Shen Yin.
I was awakened and went back to the opaque place.
in fact
My pupils dilate in the dark.
be at a loss (what to do)
Think about floating in the crowd during the day.
What did you do and say?
Who is manipulating everything about us?
Just should not be moved.
And how many thoughts do you have in life?
Facing the moon window blown by night and breeze
It's hard to sleep again
On cold nights, the world always needs some wise men.
Wake up the creatures in the dark.
Now my modern poem 7 "Graduation"
Six years!
Six years of wind and rain flashed quietly in our minds.
Teacher, please drink some water. How many times have you lost your voice for us?
Please put down your pen, teacher. How many times have you tired your eyes for us?
Teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you persist after just playing the infusion bag or bottle?
Teacher, please have a good rest!
Your child has grown up!
We won't forget every gully you helped us cross.
Don't forget, you have propped up the scenery of our life with your shoulders that are not huge.
Remember, in math class, you take pains to ask questions and explain patiently.
This is the cornerstone of our rise!
A little success won your tears.
From walking lightly to getting old,
You will leave the most wonderful chapter in your life on the road of our growth!
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 3, Grade 6 thank you?