Childhood friends are no longer familiar.
Occasionally meet or think of
Then suddenly added a trace of sadness and loneliness.
Once that day was really smiling.
The gentle words of the past
gradually
Like neon lights.
Interwoven into distant memories
I don't know when to start.
The scenery in my hometown is confusing.
Sometimes I revisit my old place in my dreams.
I can't help but sigh when I wake up.
Delicate flowers on the mountain
The green space in front of the house
Every moment, season after season.
Like a meteor.
Gently left a mark on my heart.
Blue sky or that blue sky?
Earth or earth.
City or that city?
I'm not who I used to be.
Things are different, and the stars move.
Vicissitudes can't hide the traces of time.
White hair records the bits and pieces of life.
When did you lose yourself?
It's hard to remember when I'm at a loss.
Time has passed.
Why do thoughts remain in the past?
Youth is gone.
Why can't you erase that memory?
Bitter or sad.
Look around and see who is mourning for you.
Laugh or be happy.
Who will accompany you every year?
You and I are both passers-by in a hurry.
A word has been separated.
You and I are both mortal.
In a blink of an eye, I am old.
In a short life
Why don't you speak up?
Ten thousand years is too long.
Hurry up
Live falsely
Who doesn't have a lost past
The world of mortals rolls apart.
You're playing and I'm playing.
When can I restore one?
The real me, the simple you
No more conspiracy
No more self-deception
Don't pretend to be lofty
No more servile.
Let's open our hearts to each other
There is no distance.
Thinking about it only to find that
This is just a beautiful fantasy.
The reality is not satisfactory.
by now
Why have we become so strange?
Why do you always feel that life is meaningless?
Why is my hometown far away from us?
But the city is becoming more and more crowded.
forest of high-rises
Why do you always feel scared?
busy
Why are you always sad and tired?
Who can tell me?
Who can answer me?
We changed the world after all.
Or has the world changed you and me?
Hometown is just a legend.
Childhood friends are no longer familiar.
Parents have no time to care.
Home has become a habitat for licking wounds.
This is who I am today.
The real you.
Are you still plausible?
The trajectory of a meteor is very short.
But it is always beautiful.
The night is dim
The moon is bright and the stars are scarce.
I sat by the window.
Just quietly.
Think quietly
What do people live for?
What's the point of being busy all your life?
Looking at the moonlight like water,
I'm at a loss.
Who can tell me?
Who can answer?
this
A topic that has puzzled the world for a long time.
Confused modern poetry 2 for the sake of
Kiss your lips.
I am willing to give up for you.
all the people
Use my love in chaos
Gently dry your tears.
bitter taste
Slightly salty
Just because you said you wanted to be me.
The only woman in my life
My cheek
It's up
blush
Ruthless years
Roll up your hair.
Your tenderness
Become an intoxicating liquor in my heart.
I'm drunk.
A mess, as drunk as a fiddler.
It's just me.
Misunderstand your lies
take for granted
promise
Autumn in September
I want to cash it.
The promise you gave me.
I just want to hug you tightly.
my heart
But I didn't even catch your shadow
I am so embarrassed.
What is your tenderness?
Where have you been?
Late autumn night
Cold weather
You only take your vows.
Into the moonless night
Like an invisible thorn
Stab me in the heart.
It hurts. It hurts
Lost Love
Confusion makes me
Completely lost
Like your rhythm
Confused Modern Poetry 3 Midnight Full of Coffee.
Knocked on a golden dream
She has a crush on Byakki Smoker.
Tell an old story in a stupid way
Illegitimate
Non-inclusion
Rugged white road
Meditation puppet
Like a jumping swallow
There is love and hate in the gate of hell.
She rushed to the door.
Like to break away from fans, bad men ▲B
She is half awake and half asleep.
Squat on the road
Ignore the traffic lights on the Banma line
Towards impromptu navigation line.
spraying jet
Under the scorching sun
The skin is about to burn
Sweat oozes from every pore.
can't bear/stand
She seems to be in tears.
Suddenly remembered the umbrella.
Can block thousands of suns.
She still faces an impromptu navigation line.
spraying jet
Endless, but I don't know its end.
Time is gray.
There is no day and night.
In the noisy downtown
The crowd surged in.
Vehicle noise
She entered the maze of the world of flowers and flowers.
There is a pair of earrings hanging from the earlobe.
With the beat of the pace
glimmer
Engel Orff Erdenii
Yellow leaves fluttering
Vaguely
not have
stop
stop
Postscript: Remember the sad story of a patient with mental variation?
Confused modern poetry 4 whose youth is not confused,
Confusion is not your excuse,
You may use confusion as an excuse for your laziness,
You can also make up a cover to avoid certain facts.
Confused, what a word "confused",
Maybe you're really confused,
Chaos is not terrible,
The terrible thing is that you don't have the courage and motivation to face the confusion.
When you are frustrated in your job search,
You're really confused,
Where exactly is your direction?
When you sit in the classroom,
Facing the roll paper with poor scores,
You're also confused,
What exactly does this suit me?
The reason for confusion may only be known to you.
When you are confused, you seek medical advice everywhere.
I want to comfort my broken heart with other people's words,
Or it's a good idea.
But people have different ideas,
Even if you two have the same language,
Even if you two have many hobbies in common,
But you and he (she) are two people,
There is a little connection between two independent entities.
You have to get out of the confusion on your own.
Maybe you want to be lazy at this time,
Using confusion as an excuse,
I'm confused and don't know what to do.
Then you will pay for your laziness.
When you finish the college entrance examination,
The tragic score falls on your heavy heart,
This is your price,
The consequences you should bear,
At this time, you are really confused.
When you graduate from college,
You paid the price because you didn't work hard,
Because I didn't find a decent job,
Still a nerd at home,
You lie in bed in a daze.
Confusion will quietly push your door open,
Lying quietly beside you,
Accompany you silently.
Confusion is actually an excuse,
If you don't work hard,
You should work harder now than before,
So as to balance.
Whether you stare at poor grades or stare at you silently,
Or are you lying in bed at home staring at the ceiling,
Why not consider starting and fighting?
Do you have to stay at home and be a confused person?
The ship got lost in the sea,
It's trying to find the lighthouse,
Because that's a sign that it's still alive,
This is the only way to get rid of confusion.
Confusion should not be your excuse,
On the contrary,
Confusion should not be an excuse for young people.
You're young,
You have the capital to struggle.
On the bright side,
Become different, learn to be strong,
Become unstoppable,
Not just ideals,
This is the force against the wind.
On the bright side,
Become unusual,
Changing what you want is not only an ideal,
Is the direction of life.
Our youth is the same,
There is confusion, there is light,
No one can assert that life is life until it comes to an end.
Just try your best to struggle on your own path.
Some people always complain that they are not doing well.
Why is God so unfair to him?
He will be jealous if others live well.
You should reflect,
This is the consequence that you should bear.
Without trying,
Or just superficial,
No need to pay,
Who are you to complain,
You are not qualified to use confusion as an excuse.
For your good life,
Wake up and stop using confusion as an excuse.
Fight!
Your life may change because of your struggle,
Here you are, confused.
Confused modern poetry 5 wants to write something but doesn't know where to start.
Thinking about a lot of unknown things.
I have some confusion in my mind.
I want to find the so-called inspiration, but I can't catch it.
I am very distressed.
In fact, in retrospect, I am also very uncomfortable.
When you are complacent about yourself, think about it.
Think of those people standing at the top of the other.
In sight, but out of reach.
I want to sigh but I can't touch it.
Now writing has no purpose.
I don't have any ideas
Very confused
I don't know why I like it.
I don't know why I gave up.
Maybe I'm not suitable for this road
perhaps
I can only be myself.
Every time I look at those classics,
I can't help sighing.
Heart sad
Feel the endless mountains and rivers outside people.
But I can't let go
Let's fall
I am very helpless. Why can't I turn this into motivation?
Always depressed
Always running away
Maybe I was born without perseverance.
This love may not be deep.
but ...
unforgettable
It's just that I'm drowning in this sea
Like a helpless duckweed
Can't sink
Can't get to the shore.
Can only be displaced
Wandering in a corner of this world
Sadness and joy for oneself
Cry for yourself