Modern Poetry in Winter Morning 1 Sunlight Through Clouds
Sunlight passes through the clouds and through the skylight.
Through translucent air
I blocked it.
This winter is too cold.
Empty fingers are dying.
Eighty pounds of blank, eighty pounds of sadness.
Go out of the house and feel a warmth.
Wake up in time in the morning
I went back to night and fell asleep.
When you wake up, go to bed
The sunshine in winter is really good.
So warm, so warm
I will hide in my shell and sleep until the next winter.
Until nightfall.
carefully
Crushed the snow all over the ground
Blood will scorch the palm of your hand.
With firewood, it is impossible to cool down.
Things should be brief.
But in front of the mirror, it's cold.
It went out completely at night, and it was dark.
I like this story. This page is very good.
No ending, power failure at orgasm.
Perfect.
Live in the body
"Winter Morning" Modern Poetry 2 "Winter Morning"
There is a thick layer of white fog on campus.
I walked on the tree-lined road covered with fish fossils.
It's like walking into a rolling river of ideas.
The thick fog passed me slowly.
All I have to do is wave gently.
You can make it soar.
On such an awakening day.
I have never longed for the arrival of the sun.
Eager for the enemy's attack
Live between darkness and light.
I may not be another Haizi.
Become a martyr of another thought
However, I can be on thick yellow soil
Make up another brave and strong me
Why not take advantage of this foggy morning?
Introduce this torrent of ideas into the fountain of university campus.
Let it emerge from the enthusiasm of ideological enlightenment.
Let it flow to the long sword waved by the old man in the morning exercise.
Let it pierce every young man's heart.
Let that heart fall every time.
Enough to cause a disturbance on the earth.
And all this may happen on a winter morning.
At this time, most people are still sleeping in warm dreams.
I walked on the tree-lined road covered with fish fossils.
With the determination to die
Declare war on the cold winter
Collided with white fog
Modern Poem 3 "Morning" in Winter Morning
Early morning-
I walked into the campus.
gentle breeze
Blow out my memory
Appear in * field-
Scene of student activities
Heroic spirit when running
Naughty when lively
Laughter, shouting, crying
With my classmates, everything, everything.
It's all exposed
Early morning-
I walked into the classroom.
A burst of birdsong aroused my memory.
In this classroom—
Some students are nervous during the exam.
I want my classmates to be bright when they study.
Students laugh when they are happy.
Some students lamented when they were killed.
There were shouts from classmates during the fight.
Memories of everything.
early in the morning
Emerge in my mind
Modern poem 4 "Morning" in winter morning
Last night, I used a most comfortable posture.
See clearly the wandering track of Chu Moon,
Publicly put children's stories,
Scattered gently in the fog ...
When the dance of the stars dissipates,
Pink summer can't wait to set up a stage on my face.
The village is very quiet, as if I were the only one.
Actually, it's not quiet-
Chengcheng's vegetable basket has been following her footsteps to the market.
It's a temptation-
Poetic temptation!
I know, your food basket is the same as all food baskets.
Full of life stories and country slang.
The taste of the vegetable basket is my long-lost grandmother of the same kind!
This is also a kind of desire-
Desire as soft as smoke!
I think I have learned to return to nature.
But it turns out that its truth does not exist outside the ocean.
It should be in the basket, in the bird's mouth.
Birds' mouths can peck through the dawn bit by bit.
Listen! Here they come, sing a song for me.
This lyric just fills the huge time difference between my hometown and Wang Yang.
Pink Xia dances more and more enthusiastically.
My melancholy and love, and a group of admiration for the peace of the vegetable basket,
All dance with ... ...
The rising sun politely wrote poems in Huang Ju, Weng Tao.
Modern Poetry in Winter Morning Chapter 5 "Morning"
Tears of Eos
Through the curtains
An interesting beam of light
A little dazzling, she rubbed her eyes.
Put your hands up and stretch.
Show beautiful curves
It's all my fault for getting up too early.
Wake you up, you
Blink, as if to say
it doesn't matter
Get close, hug, shoulder to shoulder.
This is a garden.
Familiar and fresh
The sun is shining, suddenly
You spread your angel wings.
Want to fly?
I use big breasts
Act as a shield
Block for you
Wind, frost, snow