Modern poetry about life

Examples of modern poetry describing a beautiful life are as follows: 1, Life (Author: Blank Case) Busy life is walking in a foreign land at an accelerated pace. Sometimes you smile, which has nothing to do with happiness, but you smile when you are sad. You said that love is also entangled in what love is, and I don't know who to miss. You love him, but he doesn't love you that much Looking for lights, the prelude to the night is dim, and sometimes you are at a loss. You will feel lonely in a busy place. A warm breeze in July can also bring chills. 2, "In front of the door" (Author: Gu Cheng) How I wish there was a door in the morning, when the sun shone on the grass, we stood there holding the door. The door is low, but the sun is shining, the grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves. If we stand, it is beautiful to have a door without talking, and it is also beautiful not to open the door in the morning. We are still wandering in the dark. We gave him the lyre. We don't want to go. We need land. We need land that will never be destroyed. We want to ride it all our lives. This land is rugged and sometimes narrow. However, it has history, sky, moon, dew and morning. We love this land. We stood digging with wooden shoes. The door is hot, too We lean gently. It is very beautiful. The grass behind the wall won't grow. Just your fingertips. Touch the Sunshine 3. The New Life (Author: Liu Mingming) started, my new life music started, and I found my yearning life by tapping the keyboard. I am very happy and comfortable. Although this process is painful and long, for today, it is worth paying tribute to the pursuit of the past. 4. Life (Author: Slipper Strategist) lights up a blue light and blows a happy ballad. Time drowned the night. Your figure is never far away, from bright flowers to the thin West Lake. Drink a glass of hard liquor from morning till dusk. Laughing and chatting about the calm of South Lake when we parted ways and passed by, not to mention the cold wind of East Lake in the distance. There are still many responsibilities on our shoulders, just to reassure our lofty sentiments, turn life into a glass of wine, and pitch silently every spring and autumn. "Good Day" is full of sunshine, and the bleak eyes in the poem are dancing in the distant mountains. My children's sweet laughter soaked the flowers in the snow, and the wife's quiet smile on the west wall was dyed red with infinite tenderness. The birds on the branches were dyed red, and the kitchen smoke rose in the sunset. Ran Ran has risen.