Modern poetry of butterflies on the mountain 1
An unknown butterfly
Flap your wings hard.
Look at that.
It's flying
I'm chasing
Want to know where it is going?
Its wings are shaking slightly.
Little wings
Does it carry its great dream?
It stopped.
On the curved grass
Close your wings.
Are you resting?
Still hesitating whether to continue flying.
Standing in the distance
I dare not go near it.
Afraid to disturb it
I am even more afraid of hurting its persistent flying heart.
serious
It found me.
It's flying
I caught him.
Where the hell is it going?
mountain valley
prairie
still
desert
It doesn't seem so afraid of me.
I followed it gently.
Through one mountain after another
The wind whispers in my ear.
I followed it all the way.
To the river
I looked at the endless river.
No bamboo raft
No bridge
Is its dream on the other side of the river?
it
Flap your wings gently.
Oh, no
It flew past.
It really flew over.
Its shadow disappeared in my eyes.
Its stubbornness
Like who?
Like you
Like him
Or who?
Butterfly Modern Poetry 2 A beautiful little butterfly,
Curious about everything in the world.
But what she is most curious about is,
What is winter like?
She asked Aunt Lamei in spring:
What is winter like?
Aunt wintersweet told her,
Winter is her most fragrant time,
Butterflies will never live into winter.
She asked Grandpa Sun in summer:
What is winter like?
Grandpa Sun told her:
Winter is his tenderest time,
Butterflies will never live into winter.
She asked non-success elder sister in the autumn wind:
What is winter like?
Sister Yunduo told her,
Winter is her most beautiful time,
Butterflies will never live into winter.
In order to see the colorful winter,
Butterflies try to live one more day, one more day,
She lived to winter.
She felt the fragrance of Aunt Chimonanthus praecox,
She saw the tenderness of Father Sun,
She saw the loveliness of Sister Yun Yun.
Nobody knows why,
Only butterflies know.
Butterfly Modern Poetry 3 Encountering Butterfly Dream
Jia shichang
Occasionally in the moonlight
Meet one
A loving butterfly
So charming
Dance lightly.
I feel the way you fly.
Beyond my dreams
Not near, not far.
What should I communicate with you?
A wordless friend
Even with occasional feedback.
Wechat content
And often.
Classics in classic melodies ......
Flapping their wings
You jump lightly among the flowers.
It seems like many years ago.
I performed with my heart.
Dance editing
This sad night
It reminds me very clearly.
White skirt
Light dance steps
Sad feelings
And a pair of tearful eyes.
Butterflies with stories
So, the flowers you brought.
refreshing
In my opinion, it has become
Hazy ChanJuan passed by.
now
I can only abandon the past.
Cherish the moment when you can't extricate yourself.
To be with you without hesitation.
Get along well with each other
The moment I met you.
I am in a trance.
Stunned.
I don't know why I am so excited inside.
Naturally, I remember.
Some tears shed.
There's another song.
Some past events
Butterfly dancing
Hit me hard.
A longing and haggard soul
Have taken root in
The last sentence in my heart
Obsessed, persistent, depraved
At the moment when the beauty fell asleep.
Like an affectionate violin.
Has been on the stage of "butterfly lovers"
fall asleep
Let the new death pass.
Cracked wasteland
The butterfly in the dream
Smiling.
Over the pianist's bowstring
Away from this world
I still choose to walk into the grave.
Butterfly Modern Poetry 4 Your flood is the desolation of stones.
It's still as hot and noisy as the jungle
Thousands of years of wind
Beauty comes in a tight season.
Complaints and pains are recorded in the winter account.
Is withering waiting or saving the repeated watch?
This land is permeated with a variety of surname styles.
Staring at the bones and stubbornly looking for genes.
The time and space of tribes and ethnic groups are full of thorns.
Early summer morning, very lively.
Grow green leaves and delicate pupae.
The nutrition of a drop of sunshine
At the mercy of fate.
Looking forward to colorful autumn.
The old man who passed through the customs is as kind as his mount.
In the classic works on understanding the universe
Who cut the dream like you on purpose?
Freedom has since been integrated with cost.
Five thousand years of heart rain
The heaven of Tao is not Tao.
Achieved a flower-like dance
An ancient erhu
Mourn in the graveyard of losers.
Yellow shuttle grass occupied the ruins.
Dying love and the beauty of disability
Start with a barren grave
Let everything sting the nerves and eyes
In a rather lyrical way.
Change the sad ending
Give regret an empty sum.
Beaming perfection
Butterflies can fly and love.
Carrying fragile courage and poetic imagination.
Wandering in the depths of spring
An instrument and a book ambush modeling
Look at butterflies like rain.
Slowly wither
Care for the old wounds like ink with tears.
Since I can't give you what you want
Gorgeous and gorgeous wings
Why should I stop you?
Fly without hesitation
I always want to dedicate the fifth modern butterfly poem to you.
My best gift
Prepared for this for a century.
Actually, I didn't do anything.
Just read a few Tang poems.
I wrote a few songs with my heart.
Mixed with some Xiangmei.
Make a fragrant one.
Turn over the past days
From that day on.
The days are in your smile
Flowers are silent
It all started inadvertently.
For example, a year, a month, a day
dragonfly
Encounter with Lotus
Fate was originally the deepest in the world.
All, I don't understand, and neither do you.
We are only the only people in the world.
Lonely floating dust
Always, you are busy, so am I.
Today is your birthday.
Come on, come on.
Sit down and use the moonlight.
We don't have to be history.
Holding my cup, I asked the blue sky
Idle, shake off your fatigue.
Tear a piece of moonlight
Throw it into a cup and mix it with green tea.
Default relatives, savor.
Those hasty past events
In fact, like tonight.
It's so warm and quiet
You said you liked Tang poetry.
I said my Song Like word.
In fact, life is like Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Romance is always accompanied by sadness.
Life is a sad and happy song.
Usually the best.
But it is also the most torturous.
You said that time is a heavy millstone.
Why red bean seeds?
It will never end.
From day to night
I've been dreaming.
Unfortunately, dreams have no wings.
Otherwise, mountains, water.
Not as good as the wings of butterflies.
Na Pianhai
Butterfly Modern Poetry 6 A Lonely China
Leave a fragrant flower
From the ancient forest
Along the way
Come to the noisy little mountain city
I live on the edge of a small town.
How did you find my window lattice?
Oh-I see.
This is fate.
I am as gentle as water, Hua.
Zaochunli
The way you gnash your teeth.
It coincides with some melancholy backgrounds.
Who did you give up the world for?
Who is your loneliness and hard work for?
Who are you crawling for?
Who do you admire?
one's whole life
It's all about land
All the love
It's someone with a smile.
Lovely Hua.
I don't know if you have a name.
I am familiar with your shadow flying far away.
Chasing you among flowers when I was a child.
Become a memory
Has become an honor.
Spoony and noble butterfly.
Maybe you travel too much.
Gardens and jungles
Maybe you have a heavy love.
You feel exhausted.
You feel unintentional and disgusted.
therefore
You leave the flowers.
Leave the Woods
Find the life you need.
Need to find your true love
Lovely Hua.
Love has no environmental barriers.
There is no distinction between urban and rural areas in love.
Only the separation of heart.
Lovely Hua.
From a drop of water
You can hear the river of fate.
From a flower
Can understand the deduction of life.
I don't know
Your results.
It's a gray result.
Or a happy beginning.
I believe
There must be a touching story.
Write beautiful poems for you
The Dream of Phalaenopsis in Modern Butterfly Poetry 7 "towards the distant"
It's no use picking up my childhood laughter and frolicking.
Broken old images were also ruthlessly wet, leaving only imaginary memories.
This is the dream of Phalaenopsis in Going Far away.
It melts everything. Good things have turned into bitter fruits.
There was no wind, no shadow, no water and no trace in previous lives.
Ask what this vast starry sky should be like.
Lonely and lonely, leaving only stars and half a barrel of moon.
This is the dream of Phalaenopsis in Going Far away.
The world is suddenly empty and lonely, and there is me.
I suddenly looked back at Nirvana under Bodhi.
I can see the lightness and ups and downs of the distant figure.
This is the dream of Phalaenopsis in Going Far away.
That last voice and smile made the memorial ceremony eternal.
I can't face it. Maybe it's just causality.
The peeling and cowardly body makes life have a gorgeous turn.
Dreams are gone, Phalaenopsis.
Dream Phalaenopsis's old dream is in mid-spring
Only by staying fragrant can we go far.
Like a cloud in the sky.
Residual red is scattered with the sunset.
The memory of missing is still fresh.
This is the dream of Phalaenopsis in Going Far away.
The dream is gone, Phalaenopsis ...
Butterfly Modern Poetry 8 Butterflies can't fly across the sea if they have a heart.
Those painful memories
Fall into the soil
Want to say something?
I don't know where to start.
The moment I stood at the crossroads
This is the doomed ending.
God, you really played a big joke on me this time.
I was completely caught off guard.
That's true. God played a joke on me.
I can't turn my face.
I cried and laughed.
The endurance in my heart is still very strong.
If god lets people get the same situation.
Take back another thing.
Don't complain
Life is not perfect.
If God gave you everything,
Where are the others?
I thank God.
Maybe it will succeed.
At least I didn't give up completely.
Are you afraid of losing anything?
Where you fall, you get up.
I will smile and live a good life.
Butterfly Modern Poetry 9 A beautiful little butterfly,
Curious about everything in the world.
But what she is most curious about is,
What is winter like?
She asked Aunt Lamei in spring:
What is winter like?
Aunt wintersweet told her,
Winter is her most fragrant time,
Butterflies will never live into winter.
She asked Grandpa Sun in summer:
What is winter like?
Grandpa Sun told her:
Winter is his tenderest time,
Butterflies will never live into winter.
She asked non-success elder sister in the autumn wind:
What is winter like?
Sister Yunduo told her,
Winter is her most beautiful time,
Butterflies will never live into winter.
In order to see the colorful winter,
Butterflies try to live one more day, one more day,
She lived to winter.
She felt the fragrance of Aunt Chimonanthus praecox,
She saw the tenderness of Father Sun,
She saw the loveliness of Sister Yun Yun.
Nobody knows why,
Only butterflies know.
Butterfly Modern Poetry 10 I always want to dedicate it to you.
My best gift
Prepared for this for a century.
Actually, I didn't do anything.
Just read a few Tang poems.
I wrote a few songs with my heart.
Mixed with some Xiangmei.
Make a fragrant one.
Turn over the past days
From that day on.
The days are in your smile
Flowers are silent
It all started inadvertently.
For example, a year, a month, a day
dragonfly
Encounter with Lotus
Fate was originally the deepest in the world.
All, I don't understand, and neither do you.
We are only the only people in the world.
Lonely floating dust
Always, you are busy, so am I.
Today is your birthday.
Come on, come on.
Sit down and use the moonlight.
We don't have to be history.
Holding my cup, I asked the blue sky
Idle, shake off your fatigue.
Tear a piece of moonlight
Throw it into a cup and mix it with green tea.
Default relatives, savor.
Those hasty past events
In fact, like tonight.
It's so warm and quiet
You said you liked Tang poetry.
I said my Song Like word.
In fact, life is like Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Romance is always accompanied by sadness.
Life is a sad and happy song.
Usually the best.
But it is also the most torturous.
You said that time is a heavy millstone.
Why red bean seeds?
It will never end.
From day to night
I've been dreaming.
Unfortunately, dreams have no wings.
Otherwise, mountains, water.
Not as good as the wings of butterflies.
Na Pianhai
Modern Butterfly Poetry 1 1 Meet a butterfly dream.
Jia shichang
Occasionally in the moonlight
Meet one
A loving butterfly
So charming
Dance lightly.
I feel the way you fly.
Beyond my dreams
Not near, not far.
What should I communicate with you?
A wordless friend
Even with occasional feedback.
Wechat content
And often.
Classics in classic melodies ......
Flapping their wings
You jump lightly among the flowers.
It seems like many years ago
I performed with my heart.
Dance editing
This sad night
It reminds me very clearly.
White skirt
Light dance steps
Sad feelings
And a pair of tearful eyes.
Butterflies with stories
So, the flowers you brought.
refreshing
In my opinion, it has become
Hazy ChanJuan passed by.
now
I can only abandon the past.
Cherish the moment when you can't extricate yourself.
To be with you without hesitation.
Get along well with each other
The moment I met you.
I am in a trance.
Stunned.
I don't know why I am so excited inside.
Naturally, I remember.
Some tears shed.
There's another song.
Some past events
Butterfly dancing
Hit me hard.
A longing and haggard soul
Have taken root in
The last sentence in my heart
Obsessed, persistent, depraved
At the moment when the beauty fell asleep.
Like an affectionate violin.
Has been on the stage of "butterfly lovers"
fall asleep
Let the new death pass.
Cracked wasteland
The butterfly in the dream
Smiling.
Over the pianist's bowstring
Away from this world
I still choose to walk into the grave.