Mottled figure
Old records of another generation
Insufficient weight/size
The pentatonic scale is stuck.
Vaguely remember
A coin that slipped between your fingers.
Roll into the gap of which cover plate?
search
For the fun of a piece of candy when I was a child.
As if in a dream
Vast waters
stretch/extend as far as the eye can see
There is no sign of anyone behind you.
empty
Leaving only fear
musing
Hard discrimination
What has been erased from the blackboard?
That path
rummage through chests and cupboards
Vaguely retain
Mother let it out of the flue.
Diary of a teenager
I used to hold hands.
Hanging on the branches of dead trees all the time
When will it fall?
Melt into a passer-by of the years
I can't remember clearly.
The past hides sweetness.
Still bitter
"Memory" Modern Poetry 2 The Back of a Father
Father is back.
It is a tree planted in my heart.
It is engraved with the ordinary and the great.
No matter how heavy the rain is.
The wind is crazy again.
No matter how heavy the snow is.
Never shake the roots he laid.
In the second dream, I counted my father's white hair.
In my dream, I counted my father's white hair.
Higher than the Himalayas.
Every gray hair is covered with my crystal tears.
With respect.
Look at the wrinkles on my father's forehead.
Look at the wrinkles on father's forehead.
It's like opening a book about time.
Vicissitudes of life are written on my father's forehead.
Write hard work in your heart.
Four sticks in father's hand.
The stick in my father's hand
Hold high
Fall gently.
Every time you wave,
Just play a growing note.
Every beat
Very beautiful.
The exhortation of five fathers
Several exhortations from my father when I was away.
Bring a warm current to my heart
Trembling fear in my heart
Hiding, too.
"Memory" Modern Poetry 3 Swallows fly away and return outside the window.
The willows in front of the door are withered and green.
Only your figure will never come back.
Dare not write sad words
Even thinking about it makes me cry.
But I can't escape thinking of you.
Too many times, I always hide alone in the quiet night.
Think back to your past, my childhood
In the mood for love, you will hold up your umbrella at home.
Travel hard, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The sunshine on the ridge slipped away in the sweat on your forehead.
At night, the moon leaves silently with your abacus.
Only that tireless little oil lamp is with you.
Until the dawn of the night, I was still a pair of ignorant eyes.
Watching your figure enter a sweet dream.
You have embraced this village all your life.
Sow hardships on the land under your feet.
Send children's hopes to distant cities.
Now those young trees have become talents.
Shake your style in your hometown and show your care.
Years have covered your footprints.
I'll call you when the smoke at home is still warm.
The spring breeze dried my tears again.
But I keep looking back at you.
You have been gone for more than ten years.
But your story is still circulating outside the door
Your hand has been holding our hand.
"Memory" modern poem 4 A partridge,
Biting the whispers of autumn;
A fallen leaf,
Autumn face.
A season full of joy,
Shake down and become a clear mark of fallen leaves.
Gently cover the hot residual heat,
Slowly immerse yourself in your thoughts,
Then fold it into a poem,
Through the other side of time,
Years of misty dreams,
Those memories, those thoughts,
Like a purplish rose,
Fall into your city,
Has been dotted with,
Spilled acacia all over the floor.
Gently cover the hot residual heat,
Slowly immerse yourself in your thoughts,
Then fold it into a poem,
Through the other side of time,
A partridge,
Biting the whispers of autumn;
A fallen leaf,
Autumn face.
A season full of joy,
Shake down and become a clear mark of fallen leaves.
Gently cover the hot residual heat,
Memorizing Modern Poetry 5 My tears are flying.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
I am a singer and dancer.
But without an escort.
Listen, who is that music for?
This is the melody
Touched my tears
Tears?
How many tears have you shed?
This is astringent.
Touch your ghost
I am a vagrant.
I am a poor man.
I am a lonely person.
I am a saint.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
"Memories" Modern Poetry 6 Father is always in memory.
Father in memory
So young.
This young father is actually
Leave youth forever.
Children who are no longer young
When my father left,
We are younger than our children.
When my father left,
It is the most prosperous season of life.
Father is in the prime of life.
In the season when flowers are in full bloom
Left him forever.
Beloved child
So we can only often if.
If my father were still here,
What kind of family happiness would that be?
If father were alive today.
What a happy father he will be.
If father is still here.
Children will try more.
Unfortunately, my father is gone.
And it's the kind that can't be there forever.
No matter how good the wish is.
Father only gives our children the youngest figure.
Every time we see our father's gray hair, we will regret it.
Didn't help the old man with a crutch of love
I didn't send a bunch of wine to my old father.
But I couldn't accompany my father for a country road.
When children need their fathers most.
Father left us forever.
With eyes that are reluctant to part with the world.
And his children can only be in other people's old age.
Miss the face of my forever young father.
With a father, there will be a world where we are still.
"Memory" Modern Poetry 7 Old House in Hometown
be in terrible nick
Long ago in ancient times
The big elm tree in front of my hometown
be weather-beaten
I am getting old, too.
But I will never forget it.
At the top of the tree,
That's beeping, beeping.
Tianyushu
On the roof
Nest after nest.
Swallows that leave in autumn and come back in spring
Stone mill in the yard
I don't know if I ran over it.
How many days have passed?
Swing hanging on the big elm tree
And often drift.
In my dream
Me and my childhood friends
together
In the river at the head of the village
Take a bath and touch the fish.
Together in the fields by the river.
Bake secretly
There is no mature corn yet
and
With a ponytail
the girl next door
We always like to sit together
In the moonlight
Listen to the old man's heart
The story of "Cowherd and Weaver Girl"
But I don't know.
She will be there now.
Is it ... or not
I have long been forgotten.
Although over the years
Let everything
It's changed.
But my memory
But never, old. ...
During the day, she fell asleep quietly in my mind.
At night, you gradually wake up in my memory,
Your appearance vaguely reminds you of ancient enchanting.
This is thousands of years of love? Or a curse?
Ah! I remember you!
Everything about you fascinates me,
Hair, eyes, cheeks, ears, lips, and your figure ... you all bother me like fans.
Your beauty is indescribable, as if it were made and impeccable.
Everything about you makes me intoxicated. No beautiful goddess can compete with you, my goddess!
Ah! I remember you!
When I am lonely, you always wander around me.
Your breath, your heartbeat and your shadow all tell me that you exist.
When I am asleep, you always accompany me in different ways.
Take me through your world until I wake up.
Memories of you
Remember you, you came to me with the guidance of fate,
Continue this incredible love.
You will feel your memory and everything about me, and sign an eternal contract for me.
Remember you, I will always remember you, remember you.
"Memories" Modern Poetry 9 If you inadvertently think of me,
Will you be sad in your heart?
Look back on that memory
I have nothing to keep.
Those fantastic memories
Miss more and more
Do you know my heart is broken for you?
Time stayed in that year again and again.
Forgot. gum arabic
Now I can only pretend to be strong.
I heard. number
Heard the ridicule.
Love is so sad
So desolate
Remember the love at that time?
Familiar warmth
There are still some things between us.
Happiness at that time
How many years has a person loved?
How many years has it hurt?
Accustomed to the warmth of yesterday.
Remember the helplessness now.
Sad melody
Helpless smile
I'm still the same.
Walking on the road with nothing.
The tenderness of the past
That sad smell
A weak struggle
Sing softly
That elegant little wound
Distant thoughts
Yesterday has passed.
If you think of me,
Please sing a song for me.
That kind of desolation
tragedy
If you think of me,
Will it be sad?
Memorize modern poetry 10 in order to wait for a petal to fall.
I have been standing here alone for a long time.
All the rapeseed is quietly opening.
All the roads are gently undulating.
Think about your smile and figure.
And your concern and encouragement.
I burst into tears again and again.
My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.
My kind and loving parents.
My dearest relative in the world.
Qingming is approaching, how to pay homage?
Tell you about those little things.
I really want to cross over and laugh at the past.
You still love me. I love you deeply.
We are very happy, happy and sweet together.
Listen to the birds and flowers in spring together.
Whenever autumn comes.
See maple leaves flying and chrysanthemums everywhere.
When the weather changes suddenly, it will be windy
You put on a warm coat for me.
Looking around the world, a blooming season, a spring rain.
Butterflies and dragonflies come, swallows and birds leave.
I can't think of an unpredictable and eternal separation.
Destroy the happiness we once had.
The warmth of the past has quietly passed away.
Let the petals fall and keep the ground red.
Think about sometimes meeting and parting.
It's really only one flower away.
Can this cut sad memories?
Let happiness be engraved in your heart.
Can you just leave warm memories?
Bless the family, true love and shake the earth.