The happiest feeling is that everything goes well and everyone is happy.
The loneliest feeling is that you are the only one in my world, and we are completely different.
The most trusting feeling is the secret in my heart. You can help me pretend that you are not only a friend but also a lover.
The most uncomfortable feeling is that I am worried about you, but I haven't heard from you, which makes people very anxious in the dormitory.
The most boring feeling is not doing nothing, but making a fuss about not meeting you, leaving a person obsessed in vain.
The most unforgettable feeling is not that the disease is coming, but that we are in the clouds or falling to the bottom, but we never leave.
The most helpless feeling is not relative silence, but being unable to be together in the face of reality after all.
The most lost feeling is not to give up, but to watch the one you love fade away, but you can't stay every bit.
The most uncomfortable feeling is not crying, but crying like a knife.
The most painful feeling is not that I don't love you, but that you clearly love me, but you have to keep your distance.
The most painful feeling is that I miss you but don't know where to send it, leaving me alone to sigh.
The best memory is that you missed me when the moon was full in the West Building, and I missed you in the scenery downstairs.
Modern poetry: the most ... 2. Walking on the steps of chrysanthemums.
mooncake
It's grandma's wrinkled face.
The moon became the lover of the night.
Dress up brighter and rounder
Eternal knot
League members are the eternal theme.
Wandering wanderer
Tears of homesickness drop in the frozen river.
have only
Mother's kind eyes
Blend into the ocean
Lovers looking through autumn waters
Put the flaming maple leaves
Poetry-cut clothes
The mouse grabs the basket with its tail.
Love is fragrant and elegant.
Redwood square table
Tell an old and beautiful story
Missing is the cup in my father's hand.
Modern poetry: the most ... 3 flowers that have withered.
Where did the soul float?
The flower with the same name as the plum blossom girl.
In the language of love, in the ice
Calling for a good partner thousands of miles away
Gently, into these tearful eyes.
Branches extend to the wings of the sky.
With pure plum blossoms.
Conceive a powerful idea
These plum blossoms
It is a lovely elf in winter.
With natural pride
In the cold wind
Standing on the branches, blooming and lyrical.
How can we not be ashamed of those withered flowers?
The floating of dark fragrance
Is to wake up and dust off the worldly dust.
And the sadness caused by weak human feelings.
The obsession of loving these plum blossoms.
As the plum blossom girl realized.
Sing on the ice for a while.
Dance for the winter.
Passionate and unrestrained love
Become a pure and beautiful heart
You didn't-
The delicacy of peach blossoms
Romance of roses
The elegance of Chinese rose ...
But in the ice and snow
An outpouring of love.
As colorful as snowflakes, as powerful as bone nuclei.
In the monotonous winter
Dotted with the vitality of filar silk
Sending out a wisp of fragrance.
Communicate with each other's hearts
Proud of the changes in the world
Love each other and write poems to warm each other.
Dancing in the snow
Hold the truest love until winter.
Modern poetry: the most ... 4 Who fell into the world of mortals?
Wrapped in moss for three thousand years.
The soft moonlight spilled all over the floor.
Tangled feelings
Write an incomplete poem.
Weak strings
Just like the rain curtain keeps cutting.
Wandering in the forgotten river
The red line of Yue Lao is bound by butterflies.
Hold your head in your hands.
Floating in the clouds
* *
time flies
The flowers are gone.
I'm not satisfied with the long scroll either.
A little dust was injected into the empty pupil.
Half a lamp's plain paper smoked a few lines of wet ink.
Bitter eyes
Read beautiful myths
Broken tears
A curtain of smoke and rain fell.
Holding a wet silk handkerchief in his hand
Listen to a song of butterfly sleeping in spring.
* *
How many nightmares
How many shallow sings
I heard the conversation between flowers and butterflies.
Hua said, I will pick flowers and cook wine for you before and after the flowers.
Butterfly said, a fragrant wine, I'll speak for you.
Flowers said, the wind and snow cycle, I embroidered feather clothes for you.
Butterfly said, I would like to dance alone for you all my life.
Hua said, the world of mortals, you are the most infatuated attachment in my life.
Butterflies say that butterflies fly with flowers, and you are the harbor where my feathers fall.
Text: fireworks on earth (prajnaparamita)
Modern Poetry: The coldest …
winter
Meet you in winter,
Every winter, I live as always.
I thought I was not afraid of winter. I thought I could find warmth.
When I stood shivering in the cold wind, I realized,
What I think, it doesn't exist anymore.
Winter in 20xx came earlier than ever before.
I feel particularly cold this winter.
I said: Why is it so cold this winter?
You said: This has nothing to do with the weather.
It doesn't matter how much you wear,
It has something to do with people's hearts.
I said: Yes! After all, after what you've been through!
Cold but human heart, cold but human nature.
I like sunbathing best in winter.
I often say that I like sunshine because my heart is not warm.
The place called the heart is so cold that it gradually freezes into ice.
I long for the warmth of sunshine. What about those children who like to be cold and gloomy?
I also know that this is not their intention, because my heart has been numb with cold.
They are also eager for sunshine and warmth, but they are even more afraid that the sun will not shine in their hearts.
You can't warm yourself. You can only choose to escape. If you don't have it, you are not afraid of losing it.
change
We are constantly changing, and we are less and less like ourselves.
Loneliness, loneliness, sadness, sensitivity. Then I feel that everyone around me has changed.
Selfishness, greed, extremes, resentment. These words are always shouting.
The world is too messy, too bad and too cruel.
We're just kids. How can you live so hard?
mankind
Later, I began to understand that the most hypocritical thing in this world is the human heart.
Love or friendship. Say I love you today, kiss your hands, have sex in bed,
Tomorrow I can do the same thing and say the same thing with others.
None of us are wrong, because we have all changed.
Gave up the promise I made.
What about friends? When it's good, we go shopping and eat together and talk about everything.
What are the bad words that describe you behind your back? We are all fine, living in a world full of lies,
Gradually, we all began to lose ourselves, struggle and hesitate.
I don't know how to keep myself from being overwhelmed by hypocrisy.
But I don't know how to find my old self.
Began to have a calculation, began to become cool thin, self-deception.
if
If time goes back, if you can go back in time.
I don't know if I can stop myself from changing.
Forgive me, but I didn't mean to. Who knows, my heart is already full of desolation.
No one remembers that I simply believed so much before, and finally, I lost my happiness.