Chasing the wind:
The earth is in the eyes of the sky,
Follow the trail of rain:
Mountains and rivers in the four seasons cycle,
Looking forward to eager eyes:
The river meanders,
The mission of eternal unity.
I looked at it with my eyes,
See the prosperity of the world of mortals.
I saw it through your eyes,
What I see is the reflection of ups and downs.
Where am I,
What is this?
Lost your eyes?
A moment of despair,
I
I can only close my eyes and listen.
I heard the roar of the wind:
I heard the rain moaning:
I heard the moans of mountains and rivers:
I heard the cry of the river!
I opened my eyes in pain,
The prosperity of the world of mortals will sting me again!
Destruction in the reflection!
When can you restore your original innocence!
I stared deeply,
Staring at this place,
look of expectation ...
Eye Modern Poetry 2: An Angry Peasant Woman
Speak ill of others.
Long-planned rain
I left in a hurry.
Sun, a bright knife.
Poke into the body
My father paved the river 19 years ago.
19 years later, eyes.
Down the river.
Let father hold the white tiger.
cannot get through
There are wrinkles in the clear sky in Wan Li.
Father's red eyes rolled the red sun.
Reflex pallor
Eyes Modern Poetry 3 is like a wheel.
Yes, once the phone is connected.
She kept saying.
Repeat
This is the only way to avoid decay.
Take her injured horse and cart.
Forget the pain and go to that ecstatic place.
sound console
In Pride and Prejudice
In front of me, like a thin plant.
A little fragrance in my heart
Occasionally it will jump out of silence.
Abnormal shyness makes people unable to get rid of the shackles
The pain of approaching punishment again
He is disgusting.
He is disgusting.
He is interested in the arrival of another kind of beauty.
Gratitude is hard.
He is alert.
He resisted.
He wants to embezzle something he hasn't done.
Spread prejudice arrogantly
Open Pandora's box
Trying to find an aromatic plant
Smells like shit.
Label it stupid.
Stop rumors
For all kinds of prejudices
It makes sense to try to correct it.
Oh, no
Not if you care.
Ignore it.
Treat with arrogance and prejudice.
Establish the respect of the emperor in a small kingdom
Think of it as dust.
Sweep it.
such
Your heart is still clear.
End someone's voice gracefully
Notes of dreams
Yes, Yingxiang.
The moonlight dragged the long skirt.
I live under the steps like a hillside.
In a small house
Walking out of the gate, it is an ancient train platform.
Raoyuan road
To hear the whispers of flowers.
I really want to.
Open the window and jump on the steps.
Running towards you, your breath.
I was sitting on the windowsill.
Watch the orange sunset.
I should say, I watched you in the sunset.
Time is as slow as a snail
Without footprints, stones won't feel lonely.
I have a dream as deep as a sea of clouds.
There is a huge sapphire hidden.
On the steps of post-modern architecture
Watch the rain in the rain
No time to look around.
A fast, slow, speeding car
If you can look up,
Find a finger tip at random and pop up waves.
Have a parting.
It's a lamp that stands in the rain and watches the rain.
Those days and dusk
Like a prisoner. A dream that can be blown to pieces.
I am eager to swing my long legs.
Timing
Sit on its back
Chasing a figure and the breath on his chest.
Years later, the leaves in the east and west
Sit on a branch
Towards the fading sunshine.
Shake your blood vessels hard and sing in a low voice
What locked the day?
There is no wind.
Big leaves and small leaves on the tree
Everyone held back their tears and suppressed their inexplicable sadness.
Go north
Just want to leave.
Cities and people who have lived for ten years
Go straight north.
Go to the snow-covered wilderness
There are no tombstones in the wilderness
But there is a quiet and undisturbed burial place.
There are tigers, leopards and wolves.
The company of birds and plants is like a feast.
-When the body is melted by snow.
The wind carved an epitaph on the soil.
When the pain is chaotic.
She fantasizes like this.
Time passes like a river.
She struggled on the instruments of torture and rode her dreams to the north again and again.
Eaves growing below zero.
I think it is necessary to say it.
Speak as soon as possible
decision
I've thought about it many times.
Last time, I saw them as long and narrow icicles.
Eaves growing below zero.
Each gives birth to a needle with a pointed tip.
They haven't changed their original posture.
Still hanging, standing in front of a person coldly.
At his slight temperature.
Melt into water, like tears in a woman's eyes.
Slowly flow down
Like smoke floating without a trace.
Eyes Modern Poetry 4 At that moment, I saw those eyes.
Those crying eyes, mother's eyes.
Tears, wet
The dying flowers of Shan Ye.
Mother knelt on the dry land.
This village is called Ganges River.
The rice seedlings turn yellow, producing a little spark.
It was a sea of fire.
The land is cracked and farmers have no hope of a bumper harvest.
Mother has no hope of a bumper harvest.
This village is called Ganges River.
It turned out to be a dream village.
Mother works there.
Shan Ye is full of flowers and greens.
This is the ocean of dreams.
Turn over the gold of rice waves
Mother always walks on that ridge.
Watching the rice grow golden.
Smell the refreshing fragrant rice.
Now God is angry. It has been dry for three years.
The devil's hand tore up mother's hope of a bumper harvest.
The land was dry and cracked, and my mother knelt on the withered Shan Ye flower and cried.
Two lines of clear tears, holding the hearts of distant wanderers.
I wish I could grow wings and fly back to the village called Ganges.
Shoot the fiery sun with Houyi's arrow.
However, the mother and son are far apart and the mountains and rivers are boundless.
My weak hand
You can't give it to that village called Ganga.
Bring a little coolness to mother.
Bring the hope of a bumper harvest
I kneel on the love mountain in the city where I live,
Looking at the village called Ganga in the distance, there are many mothers living there.
Thinking of those crying eyes, tears turned into the ocean.
My tears rolled down my mother's face.
The buildings in this city are very tall.
However, this is not my dream paradise.
The intrigue is inhuman and nobody pays attention to it.
A tearful village
Mother's tears, in Ganges village
flow
Eyes Modern Poetry Mom has a pair of beautiful eyes.
Full of tenderness,
There is sincerity in kindness.
A look from mom,
Let me read it,
That encourages me to work hard.
If I feel a little uncomfortable,
Can't escape mom's eyes,
Touch my forehead,
Take me to the doctor.
If I make a mistake,
Mom's stern eyes,
That was a criticism of me.
Mom's eyes
Lead me into a better life.
When mom gets old,
Those beautiful eyes
Become turbid,
But the problem is still very clear.
The outside world,
From a pair of reading glasses.
Parents Zhang and Li are short,
The comments are fair.
Little things at home and outside,
See clearly and do things wisely.
Always guide me to correct my words and deeds,
Educate grandchildren to be polite and kind.
Mom's eyes,
I will never forget,
Let me always remember eternity.
Eye modern poem 6 leans on the pavilion in the park,
Tilt your eyes slightly upward;
When I opened my eyes,
Suddenly I felt my eyes shine.
Hey, who's the beauty?
Beautiful my eyes;
Like a cloudy sky,
Suddenly I saw a ray of sunshine.
Such a beautiful woman is picturesque,
Round face and waist,
Just a chuckle,
And hooked my soul to the sky.
I have never seen such a beautiful scenery.
It seems that you can only see it in movies.
Is the continuous click of the network,
The chances of encountering it are slim.
I thought of the pigeons that were shut down,
How gentle and elegant a lady is;
Besides, I'm 28 years old,
Just in time for beans and Kounian.
Both boys and girls yearn for spring,
How many confidants there are in life.
Should I sprint,
Mind! Please help me make a decision quickly.
In boiling blood,
The red face accused:
I walked quickly to one after another.
The sacred goddess in my heart.
As if in an instant,
It's you, it's you.
Almost at the same time,
I met someone I know.
People you know are more than acquaintances.
The dream lover who thinks about it day and night,
Then one by one.
Let me see who she really is.
She pestered me,
She keeps me awake,
But the reality in front of you!
I really want to turn me over.
I stared at her,
I don't know what I'm doing.
Until she screamed,
Pull me out of my gaffe.
So it's logical,
Let this beautiful woman one by one
In my beautiful eyes,
Started the follow-up story.
Eye modern poetry 7 is spreading on the street at any time. Apart from the conspiracy in the chamber of secrets,
Encounter blunt language and cold faces, those who
Things are vulgar, sometimes dressed neatly,
Sometimes I take my own clothes.
A shower rolled down from the height of the South Bridge and smelled of fish in the morning market.
Move to the lake. Fallen leaves lie on the desperate car prints.
A pair of hands reached into the close-fitting wallet, and this time,
Sitting on the human tricycles is a relief.
Never worry about the way out for poetry. Small circle and lower body,
Can only pull open the low wall of flattery. Those romantic fantasies
As well as sadness, are hanging in reverie, lingering in the warm fingers.
In the persistence of listening to nature and insight into the world, the miracle of language has been created.
I just have a pair of eyes. A yellow leaf suddenly floated to the edge of the universe,
The hard search actually boils down to cold and heat.
When eyes are invited, when gestures are full of excitement,
The world has a pilgrimage-like uniform breathing.