Look or not.
Only dare to shout "I don't know" in the designated circle.
Why?
Too many eyes will be like a sword without obtuse angle.
It's not just passing by. It's scary
Cowards hide in the sun opposite the isolation room.
Can't move, dare not say anything.
I want to wash my face quickly and learn to wake up with cold water.
But under the stimulus, he became more and more disappointed.
I don't know, but as you wish?
I won't. I'm not pretending to be proud.
This cup of coffee tastes good. It's not that you can't learn it, but it's unnecessary.
I don't like this friend you mentioned, and I don't want to know.
I can say with a refusal: I don't know.
The transition of time is like watching an hourglass, and the crushed fine sand falls in minutes.
A few years ago, I was watching the flower season of 18 years old, and now I seem to be recalling the past.
I really want to be dragged back into the whirlpool of time and space.
At least the multiple-choice questions will be correct in the future.
I have mentioned my youth too many times, and I feel drifting away.
I don't know when to wait, but I have to wait
natural and unrestrained
Bubbles in the sun, colorful dances.
No matter how hard the sweat is, a drop will break!
Tell me, what do you have?
If you don't know or have nothing.
Do you regret wasting everything?
Don't you know?
Maybe that's not the answer.
But it is not impossible.
Want to get used to it, can't get used to it, but give up halfway.
It is said that whose youth is not lost.
So now you tell me your direction?
Give me an answer!
When I was young, objective modern poetry was always afraid of my father's serious face.
At the sight of me, I'm going to cry.
Dad's bright eyes
Become the flight route of my life.
When I grow up, I like my father's stern face best.
As soon as I saw it, it was like the spring breeze soothing my eyebrows.
Dad's smart eyes
Become a leap in my life.
Oh! Dad's teaching
It is a precious old photo in my heart.
Dad's teaching
It has benefited me a lot in my life.
Oh! Dad's teaching
It is the shining gold and silver brick in my heart.
Dad's teaching
This is a beautiful picture in my life.
I don't know why.
They opened the door early.
It seems that that's when summer started to scream.
Climb up the iron fence
Strive to go with the wind
Don't say it when you are tired.
Watching them go backwards quickly outside the window.
I wonder who the flowers are for in April and May?
They don't seem to have cried like me.
So powerful
From the end of April to the middle of November
For more than half a year.
It's all open and thank, thank and open.
Must have waited until the snow got warmer.
Flowers bloom and fall for half a year
How strong.
From rainy to snowy days in Mao Mao.
Objective modern poem 4 and you, met in the harvest season.
Time, let us get to know each other.
The days together
Only happiness accompanies it.
I can't live without your shadow in my dream.
Arm in arm
Always want to express their future.
be afraid
The throbbing heart can't bear it.
Injuries from afar
And you, in the snow season.
Time, at that moment, left my mind blank.
Everything is so quiet and terrible.
Only the footsteps of your departure.
Missing, drifting from the day I left.
The secret words of happiness under the street lamp
Can only be found in time and space.
Injuries from afar
Now, this moment has become so conspicuous.
Five answers to objective modern poetry
As long as you gently
gently
Open your mouth.
I am the simplest one.
The most direct
Even if it is direct.
A person who can penetrate the heart.
Sword-like
A short answer
Even if you use the smallest and farthest
The voice of
Can also hold my heart tightly.
tightly
Pull it to your lips
At that moment, I will stop breathing.
Heart Stop Beating
So that I can quietly
carefully
Taste the taste in the answer
Whether sweet, sour or bitter.
I can satisfy
happily
Bring one
A calm heart like water
calmly
Walk through a person's world
It's the weekend again.
From the distant construction site, my father called me.
You didn't go home, did you? Don't forget to go back and see your mother when you are free.
I told you last week that I had a backache.
Went to the hospital and said there was something wrong with the liver.
It's okay. Just a little problem.
You can still work.
I'm just old.
When the last sentence is far from the ear.
I seem to have lost all my memories.
My heart is covered with cold blood.
Just look at the autumn leaves floating in the wind.
In an instant, the only remaining body temperature was hidden in the frosted farmland behind the old house.
Mom's white hair grows there.
And the sweat dripping from dad's scaffolding in the city
You are a rich man.
Of course I believe it.
You hold your head high and say to me
You want to build a tall building.
What do you need to prepare?
I have to tell you.
You need to hire a builder first.
then
You need a construction team.
Go ahead.
You need a designer.
finally
You will have your tall building.
What about you?
What is this?
It's just the person who pays the most in this tall building.
therefore
not amount to much
finally
You only have one tall building.
The rest can prove nothing.
Wisdom belongs to designers.
The labor force belongs to construction workers.
When they are unwilling to serve you.
All you have is a pile of money that everyone envies.
When money becomes the most worthless thing in the world
All you have is a pile of waste paper.
On that day,
It will be designers and builders who own tall buildings.
Because they each have their own strengths.
They can get what they want.
What about you?
I can't give better advice.
If there are still ifs, I don't want to grow up. I just want to laugh with you, cry with you and listen to the story that never grows old. If there is no if, I won't forget, and let my heartache devour my thoughts. I just want to laugh at the tail of memory: time is no longer flying, love is foggy, where is my heart going?
Who will solve my half-life displacement?
Who will comfort my half-life heartbreak?
Who will worry about me for the rest of my life?
Who ever understood that time is strong and life is heavy?
The helplessness of the world assimilated my dream,
The ruthlessness of the years deprived me of my happiness,
The harbor of the soul,
It has become endless vicissitudes.
Don't open dusty memories easily,
If you open it, you can't close it again.
Tears soaked my heart,
Full of endless ideas,
With confusion and hesitation,
Waiting alone until dawn,
Perhaps, this morning will be very long. ...
I can't find any reason to be happy,
Wandering people,
When you are tired, remember to stop and have a good cry.
Exile your heart in a fleeting time,
Just for the continuation of sadness and happiness,
Perhaps, some people will say that this is stupid.
Smash the sadness of a place,
Happiness drifts with the wind,
On the other side of the heart,
Can you let me make a willful choice?
Leave with a smile, leaving no thoughts.
It is said that fallen leaves return to their roots,
But there are always some fallen leaves floating into the sea with the wind.
No matter how hard you struggle,
I can't go back to the harbor of fate.
Running in panic and despair,
White prosperity that fills the soul,
Gorgeous music is accompanied by beautiful melody,
Turn around violently,
A tear fell down,
I don't want to give up,
Footprints,
Let this exiled heart penetrate endless years,
With a big smile,
In the barren years,
The location of the heart,
Eternal peace ...
I think heaven is beautiful, and the most common feelings and happiness are always missing in places that are too busy. I know you're watching me. No, I won't let you down. Look at the blue sky, my path is doomed. You always say that you can only understand the meaning of life if you have been hurt yourself. Actually, I want to say, in that case, I hope I will never understand that. Just walking with you and watching the vicissitudes of life together will slowly become eternal. )
There is a forest not far away.
There is a hut in the forest.
An old man with white hair lives in the house.
His name is survival.
His legs are running around.
Walking is a little lame.
How old he is is still unknown.
The pattern on his face confirms the dusk he walked through.
He's too old.
Because he has been through a lot.
He has seen too much world of mortals.
He also walked too many green stone bridges.
When he went out.
There will always be people complaining that he is too bitter.
When he looked for it,
Some people will scold him for leaving no room for manoeuvre.
Survival of the fittest is not elimination.
He has forgotten whose point of view this is.
But he thinks
The fittest may not survive, but they will also ask for elimination.
Birds fly when they fly.
Jinlin swimming
Ambitious people need a wide range of fields to show their talents.
Jet-Leiben limit
It has always been his original intention.
But now
There is no such smell anymore.
Humans are hurting humans, too.
End one's soul alone
No one will leave you a way out.
He's too old.
He will have a rest soon.
Humans.
soon