Look at the window lattice,
Alone,
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon walks with you,
It's still early,
Cold star,
Go to Guanghan Palace with leisure and worry.
Meet in the building, misty lock,
Holding hands is a flash in the pan,
Break up and forget each other, the waning moon fades away,
Keywords diamond mirror, thin hibiscus flower,
Don't be foggy and rainy,
Lonely in the rain,
Tear drops came, but silently.
Looking back, I can't see the visitors.
The product of Qionglou Ghost is fragrant tea.
Poor mortals pass by,
Keep your thoughts in vain on a cold night.
Pear blossoms are like snow, and falling flowers ruin feelings.
There is ice under the eaves of Linglang.
Keywords catkin dance, parting from sorrow,
Looking for the old in the building.
Fireworks are most likely to get cold when they are exhausted.
Who remembers the past?
Let people smile and rush by,
Every man dreams of duckweed.
Who knows this situation?
The flowers and rains are over, and the words are silent.
The harp and the harp are in harmony, but they are in a hurry after parting.
Since ancient times, true love is hard to hold.
It's hard to meet again.
There is a truth between men and women,
Who held hands in this life?
The world of mortals has passed,
Who do you hug and love?
My dream girl for the rest of my life,
The fireworks are gone,
Fade away and become silent.
Flowers fall, dust leaves,
Residual marks are sad and miserable!
There are infinite painters in the world,
You can't draw it if you are sad.
Two-year life of monologue modern poetry
Running around, busy
I cried, I laughed, I was crazy, I was crazy.
The sky at an angle of 45 degrees turned out to be different.
Memory brand
Fine, small, deep and shallow
The wind blew through the mark and left it behind.
Looking back on the past days, maybe it is color, maybe it is black and white.
But after all, I laughed and laughed.
Love and friendship
True, false, sad, sad
Only the heartbeat can make you understand.
Stick to your efforts.
Even if it only blooms without fruit.
I have also seen the beauty of a tree and the romance of a tree.
Sensible thoughts
Hesitate, daze
Who doesn't have his own sadness and stubbornness in his youth?
But time is like running water. How much of our youth will stop because of such sadness?
Write and draw.
The beautiful handwriting on the white paper left a monologue inside.
Multicolored pigments depict a colorful future.
probably
We get it. Incomplete.
probably
Doomed to be baptized by wind and rain
It's almost summer again
Remember that summer, who lost time?
......
It was written a long time ago by imitating a friend's monologue. It looks a little empty and flashy, but so what? Everyone has the habit of expressing himself, which is not easy to change. Sometimes we know it's against the rules, but we still insist as always, just hoping that someone can understand.
Monologue Modern Poetry 3 I only know that I am a wolf.
Hiding in the mountains in chains
I lick my wounds alone day and night.
I am used to everything around me.
Sad birds sing, weeping water and bright wounds.
I don't know how long I have lived.
I don't know when the wound will heal.
All I know is that I am a wolf.
The silvery laughter pierced the sky.
It's too harsh
Accustomed to sadness, accustomed to habits
But I'm not used to someone feeding me medicine one day.
I'm not used to someone touching my wound one day.
I didn't know it until the first time.
It turns out that the taste of the wound is warm except salty.
I am attached, immersed and obsessed.
But you told me categorically that I am a sheep, a little sheep.
I am clearly a wolf, a ferocious wolf.
It's just a minor injury.
I'm wandering, struggling in pain
I told myself to escape from a world that didn't belong to me.
I quietly hid in a deserted place.
I lick my wounds alone day and night.
I seem to have lost my memory I don't know what warmth is, or even who I am.
I only remember that bright wound.
One day you suddenly appeared in front of me.
You only said four words.
I miss you.
Why are tears rolling in my eyes? Why can't I stop?
Me, I'm still the wolf, the arrogant wolf.
Accompany day and night, care day and night.
Your warmth will affect me little by little.
I am no longer silent, no longer arrogant, and no longer hide myself deeply.
I began to pour out my heart, I was so eager to know.
I searched for your warmth all the way.
I-I just understand.
I used to be the legendary "sheep in wolf skin"
Originally, I am a sheep, and I will be a gentle lamb.
I began to dress myself up and become gentle and clever.
I was lying in your arms, coquetry and naughty to you.
I am very happy to dream of a beautiful sheep.
Naively thought this dream would be long.
Not for life, but for three years.
But it didn't last long.
I found that I changed
Easily angry, easily depressed.
So sensitive, so fragile
But your hands are strong. Hands.
But no longer gently hold me in your arms.
I don't know when a wolf came quietly.
I want to escape. I want you to drag me away.
But you chose to let go and fly away alone.
I look at your fading back.
Scarlet blood reflected the setting sun, which dyed half the sky red.
Old wounds have not healed, and new ones have been added.
I went back in time.
Hiding in the mountains in chains
I lick my wounds alone day and night.