Although it is dusk.
But there is no gorgeous sunset.
Walking alone in the square of the city
Noise between reinforced concrete
A harmonious scene came into view.
Snow white pigeon
Stay on the statue's outstretched arm
I held my breath.
Afraid of disturbing them
The breeze blew.
They stared affectionately.
Strength and weakness
Damari
Cold and fresh.
all
It's not distance anymore.
They are talking.
No language
It seems to communicate with your heart.
Suddenly I thought of the happy prince described by Wilde.
Under the hard shell of bronze
Wrapped in a kind and soft heart
No matter how busy the world is, it will be lonely
No matter how strong the heart is, it also needs friendship.
At this moment.
The wind stopped.
Time seems to forget to turn.
Are they also moved by this harmonious scene?
I'm glad I can use the lens.
Keep this forever.
Modern poetry is in front of my father's grave, with grass and wild flowers.
I lit a cigarette for my father and sat opposite him.
Separated by a layer of loess.
I talk to my father.
For more than twenty years
I have endless topics for my father.
I once told him about the rice fields and vegetable fields at home.
Speaking of small orange orchards, there are obedient little black dogs.
I once told him that I studied hard.
Speaking of the pain of my youth and the confusion of love.
Now, I told him about my son.
His grandson and me.
Middle-aged depression and mediocre life
From adolescence to middle age
All the puzzles and doubts about this world
I'm here to communicate with my father.
Our communication became silent.
I still have my father's blood on me.
Father's eyes are always deep and bright.
This vision travels through time and space.
Give me warmth when I am cold and silent.
Give me guidance when I am confused.
Dialogue 3 Modern Poetry Tired? Close your eyes and go to sleep! Take a rest and wait for your soul. ...
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Night, it's deep.
The soul is still wandering
Hey! Where have you been?
Where is my heart!
Scattered and chaotic
Travel between midnight and day.
Oh! Who reversed the day and night?
Who stole my heart?
Took my soul?
Day and night, exhausted.
What the hell is going on?
A tired heart is floating
My soul, displaced
I want to cry.
It hurts, it hurts.
You don't understand.
Silent night, you have fallen asleep.
My lonely soul
She is drifting.
There is no fixed place.
Ask yourself, are you tired?
Close your eyes and sleep.
Take a rest and wait for your soul.
The clock struck again and again.
The night is deeper and thicker.
But my heart is still uneasy.
In the silent midnight
Voice call
It hurts ...
You know
A dripping wound
Blood flowed out because of pain
Nobody knows.
There is only a broken heart that can't be put down.
Attached to the ear
Go to sleep, it's almost dawn.
Stop and have a rest.
Waiting for your soul.
Dialogue Modern Poetry 4 Let's say goodbye when the spring jasmine comes.
Enthusiasm for crossing the summer
the golds of autumn
Xue and Mei date in winter.
For this season
I bathed in the cold for nine days.
Crystallize yourself into a blooming ice flower
Have a pure heart
Quietly waiting for your arrival
I'm breathing in Meizhi.
Touch your waiting
Put on a bright red five-petal skirt
Insert a thin eyebrow beard
Embrace you between heaven and earth
The north wind is coming.
Cover you with a thin silk quilt.
Dust flies in.
Brush the dust off your skirt for you
You are the red lotus that blooms on the crystal in winter.
Your hero
Reflect my "red"
Your indifference and severity
The hammer forged my character.
You, too, built a jade platform for me.
In the morning light, I was bathed in sunshine.
Holding hands, singing in the sunset glow
Watch the full moon hand in hand.
Holding hands, listening to the whispers of fish under the ice.
Heart to heart, love to love.
Sing a song "Mountain Flowing Water"
We are liberal arts and children in nature.
Ferry to the galaxy
We are cowherd and weaver girl on the magpie bridge.
We like every winter.
We will always be the swan song of winter.
Dialogue with modern poetry 5 I also think
I'm bulletproof.
Vulnerable to attack
But seeing you
I'm poisoned.
This world
There is no complete self
There is no such thing as crossing over.
oneself
Not deceived by the world.
Is being ruthlessly crushed by the world.
for you
I forgot myself.
What's wrong with that?
love
It's really one person plus one person.
But it is not equal to two.
Being with you is a lifetime.
if
You don't believe it
What can you believe?
This world
Give people too little happiness.
There are too many disabled people in the world.
With lovers who live together day and night.
Getting lost is even more precious.
You don't believe in love.
What can you expect?
Know each other for life
if
You don't believe in love.
I would rather close my eyes.
Ignore its affection and warmth
excuse
What about you?
Can see love
How can love see you?
Love, when it hurts.
Because of its love.
Love, when drunk.
Because of its warmth.
There is no self-control in love.
Announce your intention to leave and be sincere.
There is no real chic in love.
Put it down when you say put it down.
When you find yourself.
You will also learn to sympathize with others.
I also learned to leave and let go.
Leave and put down.
Also learned.
Over and over again.
Invest in emotion again and again.
Like a ray of contempt
Scattered smoke
And your world.
But it won't be beautiful.
You wouldn't understand.
I've been stupidly looking forward to it
disappointed
Expect again, and be disappointed again.
This recurring scene
It won't happen again
Accustomed to sitting alone in the well of love.
Sprinkle salt on the wound
Write a poem about you
All this.
But none of them are the answers to love.
Love is when you leave.
It is my helplessness.
Helpless a person's world
I can only hear my own love.
Helpless a person's world
I can only hide in a damp and cold corner.
Face colchicine
Look at your cold and dull expression.
Say to yourself,
Who holds the flower's face?
Let the beauty of the years feel dejected
Who has been here tenderly?
Let the atrium leave a tear.
ah
You are a legend in the world.
You are the only one in the world.
You left it to me.
Should be more than:
Sadness, distress, displacement
There should also be:
Direction, warmth, happiness
if
You can't see.
You're just blinded by sadness.
Self centered
The erosion of the mind