Jean Qiu Lai
I put out a lamp.
Let the moon come.
I shed a tear.
Let the sadness come.
I swept away a grain of dust.
Don't come back
My monthly magazine
Look at myself.
My tears
Flooding the world
I smile.
Everything was erased.
I went.
leaving no trace
Clouds cover the eyes of Chaoyang for me.
The evening breeze dried the soil under my feet.
All I have to do is walk without knowing the direction.
I fell down, only breathing.
No sigh
Rain is my tattered clothes.
The thin fog changed the world.
I fly like this, and my wings are covered with blood drops.
I fell into a deep valley and finally didn't hit the bottom.
No greeting. This is an emotional game.
I am destined to stay away from the noisy wilderness.
I don't stop running away, I just want to wait for your news quietly.
I lost me, and your resume is all over the world.
Modern Poetry 2 The wheat in June is yellow and ripe.
My old father is going home.
The night in June is intoxicating and fragrant.
Grandma's dinner is ready
Father will be back soon.
Wheat is at home.
In my father's heart
How long will it take in June?
Wheat is reluctant to go home.
Father's back is bent.
My father's big hand took my little hand.
Only a lifetime.
There seems to be movement at the door.
Father has been away for six years.
Father is in my heart.
Tears are about to fall.
Fall on hot wheat
Wheat rolled all over the field.
Father smiled innocently.
Suddenly, a flock of finches tried to snatch the wheat.
I heard my father snoring for a while, but I didn't hear it for a while.
That day in June is Halloween, and people are killed by arson.
Grandma is always walking around.
Father's sweat always drips in the dark.
Grandma laughed her head off.
My father was a production captain for decades.
Some people complain
Father's mountain will exist forever.
Daughter is a witness.
Father's straightforward nature is not good for the public.
Father's personal sentiment and good moral character are the statements of his life.
Destroy my father's
Extremely filling personal greed.
The time stopped at some time in 65438+February of 20xx.
I lost my father and became a middle-aged orphan.
Tears are unnecessary. I want to see, want to see, want to see, looking forward to dad coming home.
The dirt road in June is boiling hot.
Father's cloth shoes are old.
The calluses on my feet are worn flat.
The wheat field in June is like a frying pan.
God is always stirring up the peasants' emotions.
My father was in a hurry, scolding my father, my mother and my cow.
Animals in June also want to catch their breath.
Pull the stone around the field.
A few hard whips will make the animals escape.
The water in June is sweet and cold.
It's enough to have a look and think.
The nights in June are too short.
I don't know when dad will sleep and wake up.
Busy farmers seem to owe June.
I owe my father a lifetime.
A father's eyes always fall on his children.
Know the cold and know the warmth.
I want to call my father back and wipe off the thick soil for him.
I want to approach him gently, just as he gently welcomes me into this world.
I want to repent, I want to bow down, not for anything else, but for your frank and bright way home.
Father, the noise in the world is endless, and your morality has long been known to the world.
The child cried and laughed. Father is the sea and the mountain.
Father, things change, and children are your eternal companions.
Modern Poetry 3 (1)
A lonely tree
Field (plural); Field; Domain; field
A lonely tree, lonely
Standing still
Bathed in the sun
Decentralized time
green
Mottled shadow
be just like
Starlight on the lake
Nakshu
It is your shadow.
Waiting for the emergence of youth.
wait for
Blue memory
Rippling in youth.
Nostalgic tree
Look into the distance
Clouds on the horizon
Become her beautiful image
Fly like a butterfly
hello
You're still the same.
(2)
window
The lights in the night sky are on.
That's your window.
subdued light
The wind caresses your hand.
Write poems on paper
Mao Mao, the rain hits the window.
Little tears are getting cold.
moment
The paper leaks.
moonlight
Sprinkle it all over your sleeping face
Kiss like a flower
Bloom in the air
(3)
Acacia is on Qixi.
Far north
Look into the distance
Your shadow
Like a star.
Light my heart
On an autumn night
Look up
My cowherd
Zaiqueqiao
I look forward to you.
The heart of the weaver girl
As cold as autumn rain
Drip water
Waiting for the colored bridge to illuminate.
Modern Poetry 4 You love leisure.
spread
In the wind
Float to my place
You smile.
Crying
perspicacious
The wall of disappearance
Your bent back
Can't stand up straight.
It stings
The mark on my heart
You have silver hair.
Not young
That kind of sadness
Crawl all over my heart
Your wrinkled face
It's vicissitudes
feel
I have been unfilial for half my life.
The moment you get up
So slow
hands up!
I will lend you my arm.
You are no longer sad.
Just sigh
Wake me up.
The power of the mind
Your shriveled breasts
Hang down
tell
No milk is mother.
The moment I hugged you
You cried.
I stared.
The dark dawn outside the window
You made breakfast.
It tastes bad
Children swallowing
Lack of great love
The days are getting longer.
No longer than you bend over.
The outflow of sweat
My melancholy
No matter how dark the night is.
Black but your face.
Those years.
The wound left in your heart
My pen tip quivered slightly.
Eyes flashing.
Fallen
It turned out to be glittering and translucent light.
I miss
You're looking forward to
Written in this poem
Leave it somewhere else.
Modern Poetry 5 Today is the seventh anniversary of my father's death.
Father is a craftsman;
I have worked hard all my life.
His kindness; kind
I will never forget it.
Wind and rain hit; Despair;
Despair.
Looking at the fading dusk,
The autumn wind has taken away your voice and smile forever.
Think long; The soul is as transparent as water.
Look at the familiar figure in the photo;
I will often think of it; father
Prenatal indoctrination
It is said that the father loves the mountain; Love is infinite.
My father; Say no more.
Let me be full of feelings;
Father died suddenly; He is with infinity.
Memory and longing ......
Die with many regrets.
Before his father died; Once told,
You must take good care of your mother.
I will remember; Take care of your mother.
Mother was tired all her life;
It is not easy to raise me.
The moment my father left;
I am deeply saddened. ......
When the ocean of the mind interprets secular sadness,
Your heartbeat can guide your broad mind.
Close to you;
Holding the bright moon in the heart of the sea.
Pour out the cold soaked in years.
Listen to you again, from the lost years,
Another kiss and eager look back.
Long language; constant ......
Father;
My daughter misses you very much. ......
Modern Poetry 6 Summer goes and autumn winds rise,
Take away the colorful past,
Blow away sad thoughts.
Have an experience full of joys and sorrows;
There are relationships, including love and hate;
There was a period of life that experienced twists and turns.
Maybe,
That's in the past,
This is an era of no return and an eternal memory.
Everything that has long been lost in the ocean of suffering,
All this will only increase the pain.
Endless memories, unforgettable past,
Outline your inner thoughts.
How much unbearable peace,
How many sleepless nights,
How many boring daze.
I have your figure in my mind.
Wandering, the memory is as new.
Memories are the minutes when you and I get together.
In my memory, it was you and me.
In my memory, it is the ups and downs that you and I experienced.
Recalling your happiness and mine,
You walk with my memory,
Recall your joys and sorrows.
therefore
I have a bitter yearning in my memory.
Because of this desire,
I have endless melancholy;
Because of this desire,
I have insomnia countless times;
Because of this desire,
I have endless pain.
Let the autumn wind take my thoughts away.
Let the years fade away all the memories.
The wind is blowing and the clouds are gone.
Everything is gone.
I have been reading modern poetry for seven years, and the years have changed.
Time is in a blizzard and a round of flowers.
Never stop, we have been hovering in the fireworks.
I believe that no matter how time passes, there is always something beautiful.
Destined to be eternal in our memory.
Sit quietly at the heart window and open the mark of time.
Listen to the inner monologue with sympathy.
Looking back, I am confused, confused and heartbroken.
Looking back on love, I am warm, happy and affectionate.
I will collect all of them and be grateful.
Follow happiness, remember?
After being confused, confused and heartbroken.
It will only make you more awake and mature.
Know how to let go and know how to choose.
Warm, happy and affectionate.
It will make you understand more clearly.
Know how to cherish every frame of happiness.
Reflected light and shadow, as well as the tenderness of the palm.
Then smile enters your heart and the deepest part of your soul.
The picture of life has passed like water.
How much time has changed the background and how many years have buried the past.
But there are always some people who know that some attachments take root in their hearts.
You came to my dream and I lived in your heart.
Even if time changes, that trace is like a faint fragrance bred in the depths of the soul.
Will not dissipate with the smoke.
Time goes by and life is in a hurry.
I thank everyone who came into my life.
Stop or go, cherish is my inner feeling.
Wind and rain, I want to be a quiet and peaceful place and keep calm.
Time flies on paper, I would like to hold a pen to understand and feel the warmth.
Half a light of time can also cook a youthful mood, and a glimpse of the horizon is a warm watch for those destined for peace.
I can't write poetry, but I want to tell the story of fleeting time.
Carefully write down the colors of spring in an elegant room.
Life, with a beautiful heart to meet.
In the past, with a smile on his face.
There is always a feeling of flowers blooming under the poetic eyes.
A pure heart can't be spotless, just want to be
Plant a lotus flower deep in your soul.
When the lotus leaves are open, collect the fragrance and rain on the lotus leaves.
Bodhi, all my thoughts have infected my mind with the happiness of this world.
Fragrance is far away, compassion is good.
Usually, I always feel emotion.
Believe in the past, believe in the present and believe in the future.
I have always wanted to be a kind, pure and warm person.
There is a grateful heart in the world of mortals and a compassionate heart in the fireworks.
What the article says is sincerity. In warmth, I hope love can warm the world.
May the seasons be full of love, and may a beautiful life be like spring.
Quiet and blooming
The modern poem I read is hazy in August.
Hang that quiet bend in front of the window.
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The snow has been slow to fall.
Quietly covered up the thoughts of mumbling.
A Quiet Heart
Invite a glass of red wine to sleep.
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Snow is warm and humid.
Drift into my heart
Like mother's rough hands.
Soften me gently
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Si Nuo likes red wine.
That whisper.
Like mom's sweet nagging
Around the ear
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Through a red wine glass swaying in the snow
I smell the yard that was once covered with snow.
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I tasted the bowl made by my mother.
My favorite sour soup noodles ...
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In the morning, the red wine is getting weaker and weaker.
That lingering warmth
Drift away bit by bit with the rotation of snowflakes.
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How I wish I could write this glass of red wine soaked in snow.
I got drunk and didn't wake up this night.
How I wish the train could slow down at this station this year. ...
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Put a holy hand in the distant mountains.
Take a touch of Hada and gently pull the birch tree.
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The swan goose that landed on the eaves.
Wet my eyelashes.
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Drink red wine and go back to your hometown.
Continuous heart
-
Let me pick it up
Hexagonal petals scattered on the pillow
I picked up a drunk lady last night. ...
Modern Poetry 9 Perhaps the dream in the dream is illusory; Perhaps, the song in the dream is illusory;
Perhaps, the love in the dream is illusory; Perhaps, the people in the dream are also illusory;
However, it is like a dream, but it is so real, touching and worrying;
Do you believe it? The tears in the corner of my eyes are obviously true;
Do you believe it? The faint pain in my heart is obviously true;
Dreams can be real. Are they real?
As the saying goes, joys and sorrows are like magic bubbles, and it is absurd to love and hate.
Why it hurts again comes from illusion;
How to say goodbye, the dream man of last night.
A song, lingering for many years, intoxicated for many years, wants to forget for many years;
I've been thinking about a past for many years, trying to keep it a secret for many years, and I can't miss it for many years;
A letter has been shy for many years, regretted for many years, and you don't know for many years.
I thought that after a long time, the past was buried in the depths of my memory;
I thought that after a long time, that kind of beauty would fade away in the depths of my memory;
I thought that after a long time, even sadness would become distant;
I thought that after a long time, even my back would become blurred;
I thought that when time gets old, that persistence will grow old;
I thought everything would get old when time got old.
I miss you like water when I wake up, and I miss you in my dream;
How many years have gone from autumn to spring, and I have been drunk and dreamless.
On that day, I pretended to tell you casually that there was a page of thoughts on that day in Na Yue that year.
I don't know where the news came from, broken and twisted in the wind;
That day, I pretended to be relaxed and told you that that song was really beautiful in Na Yue that day.
That day, pretending to say to you casually, I was wondering if I could have the chance to hear you sing that song again in my life.
That day, you smiled and said to me, yes, I will definitely sing that song for you again in my life …
Whether, let the past pass?
Whether, let him miss what he missed?
Whether, the distance will approach?
Waiting is no longer long?
Heart, in the dust all the way;
Memory, scattered in the drift;
Last night's dream is really a yearning that can't be waved away in this life?
Jinse: Author: Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
Love is greedy, like a bottomless well, trying to devour all the happiness in the world; Love is selfish, just like a person's two eyes, can't get in half a grain of sand; Missing is eternal, just like a person's life, and there is another concern from then on. A foot away. How far is it? Obviously you are in front of me, but I still miss you strongly. Did I miss you, just like the pulse of my body, that moment will never stop, that day will never stop beating? If life goes on, I will still miss you? By the dim light and the bright moon outside the window, tonight, I used up all my talents and all the most beautiful words to write for you: I miss you, long thoughts, tears and laughter; There is pain, more happiness, I love you, I hope you can understand, love me, I believe you will understand.
I miss you. Can you see me? Can you hear me?
I miss you. The wind blew across the horizon. If you have feelings, please take my thoughts away.
I miss you. It rains in Mao Mao again. If you are interested, please water the hearts of Iraqis for me.
I miss you. You're right in front of me. I miss you. You are looming in my heart.
I miss you. It's hard to miss you. It's sweet to miss you
I miss you. Do you remember being touched? I miss you. Do you remember my haggard face?
I'm sitting at my computer desk, looking forward to your appearance.
I wiped the screen again and again just to see your beautiful face.
It is not that I am not strong, but that I am strong enough to miss you.
It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but that I'm afraid I'll be a burden to you.
If there is no emotion, we will be happy with each other and there will be no sadness.
That's why I love you. That is my helplessness, my silence.
Why are you so beautiful and so gentle?
Why are you so talented? Why is it so hard for me to forget you?
I just want to stay with you until you are old.
You can't walk. I will carry you behind my back. You can't see. I will be your eyes.
I just want to wish you happiness without me.
I miss you, and the end of the world can't stop my thoughts.
And heaven remains our neighbourhood, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
You are not far away, I can't see you.
I'm afraid it will affect your life. I didn't say anything when I looked at you
I didn't know until I looked at your back that you went to work and ignored me.
Looking at you is very happy. It's all a lie.
Although you don't talk here, your heart is warm.
You were silent when you went, but your heart was empty.
The raging water of the Yellow River can't compare with my passion.
No matter how long the Yangtze River is, it can't be enough to miss you.
It's just a sea.
When I miss you, you wake up in a dream and you can't see it.
My love hits your fragile bank like the tide, and you say you are going to collapse.
Do you want me to leave you some space?
My love flows gently into your heart like a stream.
You said it was the best, so it would last forever.
Life is like a song, just how to sing it.
Love is like the tide, in whose heart ripples.
I'm not afraid of losing myself, I just want to feel your warmth.
I just want to keep a sincere love between heaven and earth.
I don't know how to love you, I just want to give you warmth.
I just want to be with you all my life.
I miss you. I put my life in your heart.
Quietly enjoy the happiness of life, quietly enjoy ease and sleep.
I miss you. The rain wet my face.
I miss you, tears crawl into my eyes.
I miss you in this quiet night.
I miss you in the unknown tomorrow.
I miss you in this world of mortals.
I miss you on this bleak autumn night.
I miss you, but I have no chance in my life.
I can only hide my love in my heart and give you a beautiful spring.
I miss you. Another quiet night.
Obviously, you haven't gone far, but you are dancing ahead early.
I miss you on such a moonless night.
Obviously, your smile is in front of you, but you are lonely and waiting for you early.
I miss you on this late autumn night.
The autumn wind wrinkled my heart.
I miss you in the darkness before dawn.
Waiting for the sunshine to shine on my heart.
I miss you. It's hard to forget you.
Even if it's only one day, it's like a thousand years.
I miss you and hope to see you again in my next life.
I searched Baidu afterlife but didn't give me the answer.
I don't want to be lonely. I don't want to be lonely.
Please all go away.
The happier I am, the more I miss it.
Sweeter, more nostalgic.
I miss you. What should I do?
Missing is a kind of pain and the most beautiful moment.
Thinking of you is a bitterness and the best oath.
What kind of person am I? No matter how heavy it is, I can afford it.
No matter how light I am, I can't let go.
it's because
Have your feelings in it.
I know. I know everything. I just want to lie to myself.
Leave an expectation for yourself.
In each other's long river, we are looming.
Heart together can't see.
I miss you. I've told you a thousand times.
Even if you close this life, it's just
I miss you. My heart is beating. You can hear me.
I miss you. Life will come to an end one day.
I just miss you. Go on.
Every minute, every year.
A new day begins and a new day ends.
Sleep with your name on your pillow every night,
Wake up every morning and gently call your name.
Time flies. Time flies.
Time flies, but it is interest-free.
It's just that I miss you and I'm still here.
Still talking in the same place, I didn't wake up that day.
I miss you. Why do you always talk about it?
Why not hide it in your heart, deep in your heart?
Yes, I used to hide it in my heart and didn't want to be found.
The bottom of my heart that won't be seen by you is just that I am afraid.
Hidden in your heart, hidden in your heart, you will never see it again.
Write it down, maybe you will see it, but will you read my mind?
What should I do with my heart if you don't have time?
So although it hurts, I still put it in the sun.
Just so you can see it when you pass by.
I miss you. I just want you to listen to me.
I can hear that I am still breathing for you and screaming for your heart.
Missing has written many thoughts for you, and you have written thousands of words.
It's just that I will continue to write poems for you in the future.
That's all I can do. That's all I can do
I can't be with you when you are sick.
I am not the one to comfort you when you are in pain.
Loving you close to you is just an empty oath.
I can't do anything for you.
This is my sorrow and my helplessness.
Writing poetry has become all I have. I feel relieved when you understand.
I've spent half my life just touching for one second.
I think you know what heartache is like. Only those who have suffered know.
I miss you. Only those who have loved can realize the taste of missing you.
I miss you, into a thousand words. I have been writing poems that touched you all my life.
I miss you. Carve your name on the sansheng stone.
Prove the proverbs of love
Even after thousands of years of fate, touch gently
Love is still strong.
I miss you. Write your name in your dream.
Witness the warmth of love
Even if I wake up from my dream and touch your face gently.
Tears still exist.
I miss your blurred face.
Just remember that a heart is still beating for you.
Looking forward to the next spring