Re-search for lost youth
Snuggle up by the window
Watch alone
Are you okay in the distance?
Gentle and handsome
Warm people's hearts like fairyland.
What is pleasing to the eye is your talent and cleverness.
Youyou suiyue
Dupin life
listen to
The sound of the wind blowing gently
fallen leaves
Xinfeiyang
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled quietly.
Reach out and hold it.
I missed mottle.
The memory you gave me.
Just like the fresh smell of roses.
Shine deep inside.
Stand in a corner of the years and watch.
That's pure
Deep thoughts
Talking about you on Twitter
Is it still the same now?
How many words?
How many wishes
A shallow whisper in the evening breeze
Inspire the softest place in my heart
Recall the past
Green youth
old days
It's still like yesterday.
once in a while
Xinhu Weiyang
Arouse beautiful ripples
listen to
The children chased and frolicked.
Pleasant laughter
The leaves swayed gently in the evening breeze.
night
It ended quietly.
Look into the distance
Qianbaidu is looking for him
But in the dim light
Recalling modern poetry appreciation II. Is it love or resentment that is put in that red mailbox?
Mineral water bottle, red mailbox, lawn
The scene of the first meeting
I am waiting for such a day.
At that time, the sky was clear and the weather was sunny.
The grass sings softly, as sweet as the newly brewed plum wine.
Then you came to me, at the end of the sky.
With the tenderness in your eyes, arrange a happy home for every missing letter delivered to the red mailbox.
Like a priest with a serene expression, he recited the name of the Lord.
Pray for eternal peace for every lost life.
At that time, I didn't know it was because I was too sad and attached to another person.
Only in this way can your outline leave such a clear reflection in my eyes.
It turns out that happiness will bring complete loss.
We can't love each other, but separation is so close to us.
Remember that scene, when I slowly became invisible in the cold sadness of others?
Remember that sentence: now you hold these letters and I will hold you.
But I'm leaving, and you'll gradually lose sight of me.
You are coming out of that man's death.
You will be happy gradually.
But after that, you can't see me.
What you push and hold is the air in other people's eyes.
You kissed your lips, you rubbed your messy hair and you pressed my face.
All, all, disappear in an invisible light.
From now on, you are the only one, remember those unforgettable, those unforgettable.
In the photo, his figures disappeared one by one, and it was raining at dusk.
Have you lost your heart too?
Recalling Modern Poetry Appreciation 3- 1
With my first cry
I think you have a brilliant smile.
Maybe my arrival
This is unfortunate for you.
Because of the hardships you have to pay.
I can't communicate in words.
When I just turned 100 years old,
Father was imprisoned for some reason.
I didn't know how to leave then.
You were a weak woman then.
But you are still strong.
Drag our brother and sister.
I was still very sick when I was young.
I have to lie on your shoulder.
Must have put more pressure on you.
You are tired in the field.
Wait until autumn to exchange food for money.
It happened that I spent the whole winter in medicine.
In my mind before I was five years old.
There is no concept of father
I only remember your breasts.
I only remember your shoulder.
I only remember three people.
You, sister, grandma
two
I remember the day when my father got out of prison.
There are many people standing on the side of the road.
The first thing my father did when he got off the bus.
Can't wait to pick me up.
I looked into your eyes in fear.
Just to see a smile you've never seen before.
You look forward to coming back, my father.
Four years and six months.
You support yourself with persistence.
Four years and six months.
Can't find the right word.
Tell you about your hardships.
Wait until you are old enough to go to school
Every day you stand at the door
Watch me leave.
Until I leave your sight
You want me to make progress every day.
You want me to study hard
Since I can remember.
I remember your eyes.
It is no longer dark and bright.
I remember your hand.
I have attached a thick coat.
I dare not touch my face.
three
for a better life
And for me and my sister.
You and your father run around all day.
Every day, my sister wakes me up from a deep sleep.
I can hardly see you.
I only see that the food is still hot.
Later my father raised some money.
Enter the city to start a business
From then on, you rode a bike.
Shuttle through the road of Sichuan flow
Every day is accompanied by sunrise and sunset.
Wandering between my father and me
Later my sister went to high school.
I said goodbye to my partner.
You drive me to town.
I came to a new school.
Meet new partners.
I also met a new teacher.
Father is busy with business all day.
You don't have time for me.
I feel that I am no longer loved by you.
Concern for the past
A few words of exhortation
I'm on the verge of love
four
I don't know when.
I've quietly gone bad.
I pestered you in the Internet cafe.
The fresh feeling stimulates me.
I don't know when.
I have been confused by online games.
I'm in the meal money you gave me
If you save a little, you can get the internet fee.
Between the school and the Internet cafe.
Running does not waste time.
Yes, you and the teacher.
I lied to myself.
When you found out that I came home late
You feel a little strange.
You still know the result.
I can't count how many times you called me.
I play hide-and-seek with you in the Internet cafe.
But you came across me.
You dialed the number of the teacher.
The dialogue between the teacher and me.
Knocked on my heart.
I am bound by your love again.
But I neglected my study.
But I'm nothing.
five
Sister is a sophomore in college.
I only got into an ordinary high school.
I must apologize for that mistake.
Take the consequences.
It's God's punishment for me.
And I deserve it.
I am getting farther and farther away from you.
The money you gave is enough to spend.
You made the quilt warm enough.
Your instructions are complicated enough.
What can I do?
Just making a few phone calls with you
After that, I seldom eat your cooking.
I have seldom seen your face since then.
I feel this way every time I go home.
Time makes you grow old mercilessly.
Actually, you're not over half a hundred.
But your black hair has turned white.
I dare not look at your face again.
I can only do what I can.
Not so tired for you.
I once secretly calculated.
I am about to graduate from high school.
How much time do I have with you?
six
No matter how tough your body is, you will be exhausted.
Work day after day.
Years of hardships and hardships
Finally, there is something wrong with your left knee.
Today, compared with toddlers,
I had to walk with difficulty.
After my sister finished school,
No, Tuo married him, too.
A wedding thousands of miles away
You are the only new relative who is not here.
You wait until my father and I come back.
Tell those funny stories about the wedding.
My father said such a thing to me.
He said he was worthy of anyone in his life.
I only feel guilty about your mother.
I am silent.
I understand what my father said.
I also understand the intention of this statement.
Now I can only borrow this spring breeze.
Send blessings to you
I wish you an early health.
May the years be with you.
Willing to spend ten years of my life.
Change your ten years.
Recalling modern poetry appreciation iv. Since ancient times.
Celebrate a thousand years of love.
Infected all lovers in the world.
Rose-scented Yuan Ye
I am lost in memories alone.
The fragrant early spring.
Meet a bright night
A skirt dancing in the wind
It was covered with deep hickeys.
Full of proverbs that stay away from noise.
At the corner of spring and summer.
Let go of the fatigue of fleeting time.
Let the soul be in the garden of love
Through the lonely world of mortals
Bloom again and again.
In the cycle of the sun and the moon
Fall into sadness inadvertently
Tears in the eyes
It is rainy this season.
The sun is awake all day.
Missed each other's other shore
Fall deep into the desert
On the edge of loneliness
Dry the beautiful cold.
Recalling Modern Poetry Appreciation 5 I know you flew in yesterday,
Feathers and sighs,
I haven't stopped in the corner yet.
It's like you erased the dividing line between our tables forever.
You secretly gave me the diary,
Right next to him.
Just like Gobi discovered Populus euphratica forest,
Camel's footsteps and
There is a clear sand scene at the bottom of the lake.
Some Hu Yangshu,
A lake,
A vague line of footsteps.
Form a painting and put it in the Gobi.
Like petals in a book,
Keep the filar silk red and transparent,
Much like butterflies and their wings.
I never thought there would be a crowd in the street.
Meet suddenly,
Just as moonlight doesn't want to be disturbed by the breeze,
The lake refused to ripple
Clear and yearning for peace.
If you come with the peace of your wife and mother.
Dare I look back at you with demure and shy eyes?
I have always been like a cicada,
Carefully rummaged through the pages,
Dare not get rid of it,
Afraid of solidifying the past
The color has faded.
Just like worrying that singing will make summer hotter,
Crickets will sing lonelier autumn nights.
Her wings are transparent,
Like a butterfly flying over the mountains,
The lake where camels pass,
Hu Yangshu's torso,
And cactus leaves.
That bird! Yes, I was whispering,
Oh, she knows about the petals,
And the words on the note.
She always rubs and draws a line between us,
She always leaves my notes at her feet,
Pick it up secretly,
She wrote all this in her diary.
Snow Mountain is still looking at me in the distance,
I heard her voice in the Gobi under my feet.
This river is full of youth like snow,
Do you remember?
With Snow Lotus's ignorant memory?
He is not like snow now.
He often wants to go back to the snow-capped mountains.
Recalling the appreciation of modern poetry. Listening to the songs that belong to us, thinking about the memories that once belonged to you and me.
The breeze blew in my face,
The song "Don't be friends in the future" echoed in my ear.
The sunset evokes my thoughts of you,
Luo Hui,
My thoughts of you are rippling.
I stood on tiptoe,
Let the memory play in your mind.
Once you smile,
Your kiss,
Clearly visible.
Remember the day we left?
Tears glistened in his eyes,
But waving goodbye,
This is your cowardice,
Or who gave up who?
I have tasted all the joys and sorrows for you,
Finally, I waved with tears in my eyes and said goodbye.
Last night,
I dreamed that we met where we used to hold hands.
But when I woke up, my loss was beyond words.
Leaving only a wisp of sad memories,
I can only curl up in the corner alone and feel sad.
now
Lost contact,
The last hope has vanished.
My heart is tired,
Did you break your heart?
In fact,
This is not the hardest thing to face.
Loneliness,
Not necessarily unhappy.
I see,
It may not last long,
Lost,
You don't have it anymore,
Just treat it with normality.
The lost years,
Although I can't get it back.
But listening to the song that once belonged to us,
Thinking about the memories that once belonged to us.
Maybe one day,
We hugged under the blue sky and white clouds.
Or one day,
Over time, things have changed.
We ended the story by passing by.
Anyway.
I thank my youth for your company. ...
Recalling the beginning of modern poetry appreciation 7 every day, I feel that it has never started. I often laugh after repeating it every day.
After missing many people, you will find that the person you love most is the past. Walking through many places, you will find that the place you miss most is walking through.
Many people have said that no one belongs to anyone. How do you know who is who before you start? Even so! You are still yourself.
Many things are lost, forgotten, painful and faded. Slowly, you will feel lonely. Those habits you have said in front of others just don't want to be pitied.
What is life? What is life? No one said to satisfy others, I only know that life is to leave at the end.
After those cold feelings, you will slowly cold others and don't want to move or talk. I just want to be alone!
The world is so big, there are always some people who are happy, but some people are sad. It's not that you can't say it, but that no one knows yourself better than yourself.
Some people really leave when they leave, some things are really over when they are over, and maybe they can go back, but the feeling is different.
Those who really remember are still separated, and those who really remember are still sad. The best way is not to look, not to listen, not to experience too much and feel heartache.
Just because I thought I would be happy, I didn't know until the end that it was really just an idea, and there was an unspeakable emptiness or disappointment.
Many memories are called the past, and many times I feel so powerless. I don't know how long it took. Even if you forget something, sometimes it will remind you deeply.
You think too much when you are alone. I believe many people will be afraid of being alone. Don't say that you are used to it, and don't say that you are doing well. I don't even want to hear it myself!
I don't know if this is going to end again. I only know that I will love you more than last time!
Tears are not because of heartache, but because my heart is empty, and my heart is empty like nothing, which is more terrible than anything else.
If you live too slowly, you will feel bored, while if you live too fast, you will feel as if nothing has happened.
You can't get used to a person, because there will always be so many people in your life, and only after separation will you find that you can't get used to it.
Love deeply, but it will make others love you more, make you happy, not all sad, but it will not have a good result, the one you want.
You are so sad when you cover your face. I think you have cried, but who hasn't cried because of love, life and pressure? With the first time, there will still be a second time.
Losing is always more than gaining, and being sad is always more than being happy. In fact, the world is not as beautiful as you think. The more you expect, the more disappointed you will be, but you will still expect. ......
When you said you were leaving, you wrote as if you would never come back. I don't believe it, but you really never showed up again.
I wrote this sentence down. You said I was a playboy, and you said I told all the girls what I said to you. When I realized that I really loved you, you had already left.
When you love someone, who hasn't liked many people before? To tell the truth, men nowadays are all lower-body animals, and they have all slept with the woman you love me.
Always believe in a sentence, many people believe this sentence, but that sentence has not been realized, don't you think?
Long streets, endless memories, there is a person called the past, there is a saying called empty heart.
Those lonely people, where are you? Why don't you come together? You know that you will feel lonely when you are not together, but strangers are strangers. I have never understood you.
Long time no see, I always like to ask how are you doing? Actually, I want to say, I miss you inexplicably. Whether men or women, everyone always has something to say.
When it rains, you will be in a bad mood and can't go anywhere, but rainy days are the story of the sky. Only in this way can you be sad together.
Drinking can be because you are sad or happy, but the more you drink, the more tired you get. Because I am in a bad mood, I want to drink when I am lovelorn, and even when I cry, there is no sound.
People who have loved have been hurt, and people who don't know how to love have been hated, whether it is you or me. You have to be hated and hurt before you fall in love with the right person.
Love seems to be everywhere. Those who have never loved are waiting, those who still love are hope, and those who leave after love are the result.
A beautiful sentence can touch your heart and show that you are a person who longs to be loved. It is right to want to be loved, but before being loved, you should learn to be fast.
Seeing through an empty city, it's easy to be lonely. What you see through is not your heart, but your memory. People who say don't live in memories never come out.
Missed a lot of things, and those missed will turn into your mood, make you hurt, make you sad, but can't let go.
After a long time, there will be more memories, and everyone will never forget them. Not the best, not the saddest.
Memories are like a knife that suddenly makes you quiet and suddenly makes you unhappy. This is the danger of not seeing blood.
If being quiet means being unhappy, then laughing in front of others means being sad. Sometimes you wish you didn't shed tears.
It seems that there is no such thing. Some backs are always like you. When I walked in front of you, I found it wasn't you. Some people think it's not you, but they miss it silently.
Don't think that others care about you. In fact, she won't tell you anything, or even care. Will she really care?
Hurt it, hurt it, sad, lonely. Have you ever told it in such a meaningless mood? Will you find yourself really having a hard time after you finish?
It's been a long time. I don't want to say too much. I thought you would understand. I really thought that everything that I wanted to pass quickly was really over.
Because you will gradually find that you can't live without memories, and finally even decent gifts will be hollowed out by your memories.
Recalling Modern Poetry Appreciation 8 Prose Poems-Memories of Good First Love and Youth,
On the bench of love, you sit with me,
Quiet shade and soft whispers,
Nearly half a year old, I am looking for traces of love.
That youthful dream is here.
Some people say that this green girl is like the seed of love.
Some people say it is a permanent memory of first love.
Remember that sunny day,
Remember the drizzle,
Remember the rosy sky,
Remember silver moon hung up.
Thinking about the sweetness of walking in the early morning and moonlit night,
Sleepless nights leave me silent thinking,
The love between you and me stays on paper,
The nib is not a brocade woven with thoughts,
Turn the truth into charming words.
For the cause, leave more and get together less,
There is encouragement between the lines.
A love letter in miniature of the times,
Bold words replaced enthusiastic sentences,
Less than whispering in the lingering ear,
Without the flowers and the moon,
The tree-lined road left traces of years,
The mark of the first kiss became a hanging memory,
The moment of hugging each other kept the grandeur of life.
I remember our shadow hanging on the arm of the old street.
Remember the tears that locked my eyes when I left.
Memories! Memories again! To look for ......
The happy moment of first love,
It is a touch of new green among thousands of trees,
It's the pile of red maple leaves cut down in autumn,
Is the fragrance of spring flowers and spring rain,
It is an unforgettable memory of snow dancing and cold plum.
How many people have entered the marriage hall,
It is still beautiful in the inner world,
How many people are looking for the reincarnation of their dreams.
Beautiful first love, youthful me and you.
Years have marked life with rings,
The melody of love is an eternal theme,
Whether the first love is successful or not,
I believe this is a brilliant stroke in my life.
If you remember me today,
Or let me remember you,
Many affectionate words retain the memory of the times.
First love constitutes the main theme of youth,
Whether you like it or not,
You and I will still be in that memory.
Some people say that love will turn into hate after breaking up.
I said that the fate of passing by is a gift from heaven.
Why not leave some room for acacia in your life?
Why not let each other become bosom friends?
Friends for two months, you and me,
Don't blame yourself for your young behavior.
The white-haired couple approached the bench of love,
Sitting side by side in reverie, the first love is not you,
That brief encounter turned into an arc,
Left behind youth and memories,
Whether you like it or not, he or she is there.
Beautiful first love is rainbow-like,
Thoughts are flying, and it is difficult to collect the pen.
You mean someone else? Or write about yourself?
I don't know how many you and I are in the world,
Good memories of first love and youth.
The tree-lined path is condensed with acacia rain.
Good memories of first love and youth,
The dark path locked the proposal of love.