There is a fiery red sun here.
There are snow-white clouds here
here
There are catkin dolls here
Float gently, float gently
There are wild roses here
Open it quietly, quietly
There are cheerful birds here.
Giggle.
There are swarms of ants here
Busy moving.
here
There is a bubble blowing child crying here.
There are tireless grandmothers dancing, dancing and dancing happily here.
There are swings flying, flying into the sky.
here
This is Lake Daixiu.
This is our happy paradise.
Modern Poetry 2 The third day here was spent with a group of good friends.
I invited a group of close friends out for a farewell dinner.
I don't want to be called by this name (farewell dinner). It always feels like I'm going to disappear forever.
But when you think about it, it makes no difference.
They all choose different schools and have their own different ways to go.
In fact, there are only one or two close people, and only one or two can be contacted.
Others, no matter how good, are only temporary.
When I have no friends, I come to play with you. I am very close to you.
When someone plays with him, it's like they've never seen him before, and they don't say hello when they meet.
After that, I felt cold when I remembered it, and regretted why I had played so well with him.
However, this is the heart, isn't it?
If it is easy to see through and understand, is it still human?
Today, I'm going out to play. I went to KTV first, only the original sound was quiet.
Think about it. Someone cares.
When eating, there is only the sound of fighting and talking at the dinner table, but they never talk about it.
We really have to go our separate ways until school starts, and we don't know when we can get together again.
But by this time, I was surprisingly calm.
I thought about whether I would cry before, but now, it's not enough. It's too quiet.
When you graduate, write a yearbook.
Let my best friends write for me.
Those best friends won't write to me.
I said you can't even leave me a souvenir. It doesn't help to write too much.
However, they told me that it was useless to write because they agreed, so we just need to be here.
I knew at that time, in fact, what they wanted to say was: write a yearbook, we will always be friends, and our hearts will always be together. Distance is not a problem, we will always keep this friendship and stick to it.
And I didn't write to them in the end, giving them the same meaning.
He also said very smartly: I'm finally going to get rid of you troublemakers and be on tenterhooks every day. I'll be your mother in a few years, and I'm long-winded ....
Hehe, dearest you, I will never forget it.
What about you? Will you remember our promise to be treated as crazy together, scolded together, once, and so on?
I look forward to your better and happier life in the future. ....
Then get together and have fun. ....
Will you still remember those good times like me?
I believe our friendship will be here forever. Never change.
What about you? Can you believe it?
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If one day I want to leave here.
I don't know where to go.
Always choose to wander when I don't know where to go.
Is this destiny takes a hand?
Past history
How many can be good memories?
365 hard days a year
Will it happen again next year?
Whenever you need to choose to change.
There is always some unspeakable timidity.
Do we have to do this every day?
Or is this life?
Those lifelong pursuits of fame and fortune.
In the end, it was just a blank.
If one day I want to leave here
How many people will remember my existence?
Always making new friends.
How many * * * can be on the road?
Rainbow after storm
How many can accompany you through it?
I know that one day I will be old.
Those years that have passed.
How much can I remember you?
365 hard days a year
Will it happen again next year?
Whenever we want to change ourselves.
But disturbed by those who come from the heart.
Those lifelong pursuits of fame and fortune.
In the end, it's just an unclear blank.
Modern Poetry 4 It's rainy here,
Drowned the lingering of waterfowl in the lake,
A cool breeze blows gently,
Blocked the noise of chilling.
Goose back to the south,
Still wondering if the old love can rekindle next year?
//
Fall in love,
Can't stop the leaves from wandering on the branches,
The running water gurgles,
Waiting happily for the moment when it turns into ice crystals,
The guests leave,
It is said that all good things must come to an end.
//
Look at the rings of the years,
Not that round.
Find inner piety,
Sometimes it can be ruthless betrayal.
Swearing and confessing,
More can't let people believe that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
//
Autumn's heart is in a mess,
I can't find the broken boat I want to board.
Autumn legs have become lazy,
How can I travel to Qian Shan again?
The autumn night is gone,
I can't touch that rusty heartstring any more.
//
Go into your own world,
Enjoy the leisure of Mid-Autumn Festival.
Looking at the poems of the ancients,
I realized that life is so short.
Who are we going home with?
I haven't found it yet.
//
I want to sleep in the dark,
Imagine freely in your dreams.
I want to get drunk,
I don't want to open my blurred eyes for ten thousand years.
I want to explore the places that Tao Yuanming likes.
Looking up, there is heaven everywhere.
Modern Poetry 5 It's as dark as ink here.
Dreams should be short and love should be long.
You waved goodbye to me with a happy smile.
I asked you why.
You said there was no hometown here.
I waved to you with a smile, but I didn't know my eyes were full of tears.
Time goes by and the stars move.
I can't see your steps forward.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
Small figure walking alone at the end of the line of sight.
Suddenly I really want to know, if you work so hard, is your dream in sight?
You said, in fact, all your decisions are for the better return to your hometown.
suddenly turn round
The original hometown is behind you.
And you chose the opposite direction.
The wheel of history, the world of mortals is rolling.
I have seen you dive into the water several times.
The goddess of fortune is still attached to the countryside.
I thanked her and walked with you all the way.
The white horse came to me through time.
She didn't choose me, I made her.
This horse looks like a man.
White is better than snow, and auspicious clouds are rolling at the foot of the goddess.
That is "strong"
Maybe it's just a short moment, or it may be an earth-shaking change.
You came to me through time and space.
Once familiar with you.
The strong and clear eyes on my cheeks are like a lifetime ago.
The hourglass took away your once unruly, young and frivolous.
You waved goodbye to me,
I asked you why.
You said there was no hometown here.
Through the desert full of yellow sand
Through the silent Gobi.
You are finally walking in a crowded dream of heaven, where you will make great achievements.
As time goes by, time gets old.
The roar of the train once again took away the indispensable time in your life.
You suddenly feel very tired.
You waved goodbye to me,
I asked you why.
You said it was a sea of people here. It was absolutely wonderful.
The moonlight in my hometown still lingers in your ears.
There is no moonlight like water here,
There are no stars here,
You said there was no hometown here,
Maybe it was doomed to be desolate from the beginning.
You waved goodbye to me,
I waved and looked at you, towards the distant.
I hope that in the future, you can stay with the bright moon and haunt your ears.
Here, Modern Poetry 6, I'm here.
It's dawn, and I turn and leave you sleeping.
How I want to wake you up in my arms.
In the dew of larks
I have good memories.
But why?
We are always separated by a poem.
Days when flowers bloom
I can't walk out, and I can't walk back.
Like two mountains, acacia is deeply buried.
Burn waiting into pain
Silence in the hope of a thousand years.
Distant, missing, lonely.
Always looking for it in an old song
Your charming smile is among the flowers of that season
Is it the wind, the wind is too ruthless, blowing off acacia?
Or, the fate of flowers?
Ben followed the running water.
A crescent moon is full of words I miss.
It is on this summer night that I swim with the wind.
Or go with the clouds in July.
Standing on this small stone bridge
Sniffing the depths of memory
Your vague figure
Sadness and loneliness, a trace of indelible melancholy between the eyebrows.
Freeze, bury,
my heart
Flowers are in bloom again this season.
I'll wait for you here.
There are my anxious footprints under the bank.
In the storm, the soil filled my footprints.
Look, that one, the white dove released in the morning.
Your name is all over the feathers.
Listen, the nightingale tonight.
I called you one phone after another.
Will you come?
Put your picture on my pillow.
Tonight, I hold you to sleep.
You, right here
I'll wait for you here.
In the flower season of promise flying all over the sky.
I'll wait for you here.
In the gorgeous memory of flowers
Give you the deepest kiss
Gently wipe away the loneliness between the eyebrows.
Kiss off your frosty bun.
Give you strong shoulders
Whisper in your ear
Fate, meet, I am waiting for you here tonight.
Kiss, your picture
Here, modern poem 7 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ refers to
Silently,
When I came here, I fell in love with you.
You are like a carved jade,
There is a fresh smell in the grass.
Tall and straight pole lamp,
It is you who hold high the new energy torch of China;
Winding steel pipe,
It is your arm that holds up a blue sky;
Liquefied natural gas flowing in the pipeline,
It is the blood you just created;
Tall liquefied natural gas storage tanks,
Carrying your innovative wisdom and courage.
Liquefied natural gas car out,
Spread your dreams and hopes all over the country! !
Silently,
When I came here, I fell in love with you.
I like the miracle you created.
How many times have I cut through thorns for you;
How many times have I worked for you?
More than 700 days and nights of construction,
A high-tech new energy enterprise has sprung up!
Red wine at the celebration dinner,
Light up the hope of a beautiful environment in the city.
High-quality clean new energy,
Will certainly open up a new world for China!