Fashion;
No shadow,
Sound.
You have no soul,
But has a spiritual dual character.
When you are gentle,
Gentleness soothes all living things, gentleness.
Baby-like arms;
When you are manic,
Your roar,
Crying ghosts and gods is earth-shattering;
Although you don't have a huge body,
But it has the ability to cross the river.
My thoughts,
You are often thrown into a beautiful situation.
Picturesque,
This is today's diary;
Wind and clouds,
Is to hold up the sun;
Good weather,
Is the hope of a bumper harvest!
You are the messenger of justice,
Rich or poor,
Whether the mountain is high or low;
You are the messenger of mobility,
Dispel the smoke,
Adjust the thinning of clouds;
You are a loyal messenger,
Tireless,
Pass on the breath of the four seasons.
With you,
Jiang fengxi;
With you,
Spring breeze is proud;
With you,
The wind blows the grass. ...
You,
Brought so much magic to this planet;
You,
Left so many mysteries for mankind.
I admire you very much,
I want to make more use of your power,
Smoothing the ravine on my face,
Blow me back to my childhood dream ...
The poem of modern wind 2 originated from the fire in the wind spreading on the earth.
The wind burning in the fire flows in the sky.
Primitive rocks and
virgin vegetation
After the arrival of wind and fire.
All reduced to ashes.
This kind of ash is primitive life.
Legend has it that fire is the source of life.
She has brought a new starting point to the world.
Everything sparks from scene to scene because of her brilliance.
To get rid of the stiff state.
Legend has it that the wind is the driving force of life.
She has brought endless changes to the world.
All living things are under her care.
Can generate interest from generation to generation.
In the ashes left by wind and fire
The seeds of life are buried everywhere.
On the torn original rocks and vegetation
Produce all kinds of flowers, animals and insects. ...
Modern Poetry of the Wind 3 was still listening last night.
This spring wind
Palm trees rustle outside the window.
I woke up and my eyes were sleepy.
Heart, think out of the window.
I don't know when to sleep quietly.
All I remember is that you watched over me all night.
Deep in the night
Oh, this spring wind
Sitting in a tall building
Feeling neglected the arrival of spring.
Sorry, this beautiful season.
And the heart that loves her.
Is that you blowing from the lake?
This spring breeze bathed me.
Blow the spring breeze
Catch a white cloud
In the cloudless sky of Wan Li.
The spring breeze is endless, and the spring rain is fluttering.
What a lovely spring.
Today, it is gone.
Gone, rustling, drizzling
Why doesn't it rain when the spring breeze comes?
Is this dry land dead?
Did the rain dry up in time?
willow catkins
Always swimming lightly in the spring breeze.
That's your favorite freedom.
It's like being drunk in sweet country wine.
Look at you floating on the lake
That's the romance you expect.
Just like you miss your distant hometown.
See you flying all over the sky, coming from east to west.
Look at you, gentle and lovely, homesick rain is everywhere.
I saw you.
Softness of rough state
A fence that stands in a circle at home
You are waiting, waiting!
My arrival, arrival?
Your tears are sweet country wine.
Your rose has light black hair.
Sooner or later, your shoots will grow into deep wrinkles.
Let it follow you, but never stop worrying about it.
Break your branches and weave wicker hats.
Don't forget your roots
Dai to Tomb-Sweeping Day
Soul returned by ancestors
You, fluttering in the spring breeze
Fall into my network your heart
The wind of modern poetry in April is full of flowers.
But, my flowers
But it withered prematurely.
Look at the flowers and kiss the lilacs.
Heart, but it hurts.
Those surges galloped in the wind, but there were more worries.
Flowers wither and fly, rain and smoke fall.
Sudden promise, or, unspeakable pain.
Life, instant fireworks, years flowing, mostly sad years?
How can a silly person save you?
Yellow rain, how much sadness, how much melancholy.
In a blur, my eyes have long since disappeared. How can I pick up the stars and point them at the moon?
Past years, time? Space? It's beyond repair
Past people, time? Space? Playback is no longer possible.
Why are you so troublesome? Why grieve for heaven and earth?
-prequel
Kapok has been disabled, incense has died young, spring with flowers is long gone, and my heart has dried up inexplicably. This season, time is ruthless, or this is the swaying universe, and the barren should always be affectionate. The last light of the sunset. Gradually, don't go to Xishan, it becomes an arc and disappears in the mountains thousands of miles away. The swirling clouds in the sky have dyed the night sky red. Drunk thoughts also dance with the wind, scattered around the world and filled the sky. The moon has appeared, hanging in the treetops, shining brightly. Spring has passed, and now, the night sky in Xinglang yunzhu is the world of summer.
God, why are you always in the dark? It tells us that the moon exists.
Water, why did you wade across the river in the dark? It tells us the passing of light.
What about me, people of three thousand worlds, the dust of the universe, what should I perform and what should I flash?
The moonlight has filled the desk. The cup of hot water in front of me, with a little warmth and cold light, tried to pull back the wandering thoughts. Wind, why are you furious at night? Those lonely smells in the air, with the desolation and cold at night, froze that rare warmth and abused a broken heart. In the vicissitudes of life, why did you forget and why did you weep? The tenderness of that life has long been deposited in my memory, you know?
What a stupid person! How can I save you and leave you in a secluded place, bathed in fire and waiting for your nirvana?
Tears blurred my eyes for 500 years? People in nothingness are happy and happy for what. Ignorant I always don't understand. Then why, then why, time is always so casual, breaking youth and breaking face. Five hundred years? Years have washed away the lead, and there are many winds and frost in the fleeting time. Why do people cry and mourn?
Leaning against the window bar, I stared at the moon shadow, the quiet moon, mottled tree shadows, dim lights, and sometimes a few insects. It's another sleepless night, and yunzhu shines in the night sky. The sky is like water, swaying with the shadow, wandering with a touch of sadness.
What a silly person! Raise your hand in spring and leave it in autumn. You know how many years you have missed, don't you understand? Those memories of the past have long been left in the dust of the earth with the wind. Do you know how many flower seasons have opened with the passage of time?
You are heaven and earth, why are you sorry for heaven and earth? Is it worth it? Should I?
Time urges people, but the wind sets off the flowers. Where are the flowers in that season? Perhaps, it moistens the two sides with fragrance, so why regret it? ......
Gradually understand that hidden mirror flowers are virtual images, birds and fish are just fiction. Five hundred years? Reincarnation?
Five hundred years? Joke, a few years, several times wasted, what is left, and finally more vicissitudes, full of sadness.
Three generations of love? Joke, I am totally embarassed, I don't believe in the afterlife, let alone the afterlife.
Gradually understand that the Arabian Nights are just legends, and the bustling buildings are just dreams. You should understand, right? It's time to realize.
Well, the spread of ivy should not be melancholy, it is climbing, it is spreading the inner voice.
Let's go, with a heart, let's go, towards the moon.
He's gone, step by step towards the Arabian Nights. Until the end of time, the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled, disappearing round after round, leaving footprints inch by inch, immortal in the eight barren Kyushu.
He left and walked to the moon step by step. Raise the radian of the corners of the mouth and disappear into the rings of the four seasons.
What will save you, heart, an early broken heart, and that person, those broken mottles, can you still piece them together? Or lust?
No, no. This is rotation. Why should we turn off rotation?
Vicissitudes are just years, but they are old. There is only innocence, and only innocence has passed away.
It is too heavy, whether it is lost or forgotten. You shouldn't have loved it, so why mourn it?
Gradually understand that the earth is moving. People are moving, which is becoming clear gradually. Sad? Depression? The scar in your heart?
Joke, joke, I am heaven and earth, why should I be sad for heaven and earth?
There is a little more light in the sky. what's up Well, a paper crane with a heart.
Time flies in the sky, what should I keep and what should I promise.
The cold heart, out of love, shines on China.
Maybe, maybe.
Dust, from which everything is born, is destroyed.
What about me? What is Zhou Yu's dust like in Dunhuang?
Modern Poetry of the Wind 5 I need the wind three or two times tonight.
Blow away my thin sadness
The swift river runs for thousands of miles.
Lock me on the shore
The light in the distance is like a dim light.
The night sky and sky are desolate.
I need three or two winds tonight.
Blow away my thin sadness
The dew covered the shadow and it was very cold.
Trapped you in the grass
The loneliness of the sky is like an old horse that died in battle.
People are indifferent and the world is wet.
I need three or two winds tonight.
Blow away my thin sadness
The hard skeleton breaks straight.
Melting glaciers and covered rivers.
I want to run to the beauty in the distance.
Take advantage of this gust of wind and a cloud
I'm not leaving until you get away this time.
I need three or two winds tonight.
Blow away my thin sadness
Blow away my charm, confusion and desolation
Blow away my strange loneliness
It's sad to break my will.
Blow away my dark and decadent entanglements
Then there will be a ray of light and heat in the world.
There will still be a little temperature in people's hearts.
I am willing to give everything again.
Modern Poetry of the Wind 6 Although you are invisible,
We were inseparable.
You are used to changing seasons in an orderly way.
Bring infinite charm to nature.
It is you who let spring return to the earth in green;
It is you who make the winter dew fly and snowflakes fly in the sky;
It is you who let the calm waves wash the sky;
It is you who make the tall and straight trees bow deeply;
You let white clouds float in the blue sky;
You let the harmful smog disappear without a trace.
Somehow?
You have become incomprehensible in recent years.
Not only in hot summer,
Even in the cold winter,
You stopped making high-profile appearances,
You're not crazy or fierce anymore.
Fog challenges you,
Haze fought with you,
You lower your head and swallow it.
Cause Lang Lang Gan Kun:
There is no sunshine during the day,
It's hard to find stars at night.
Urban buildings are vague,
The countryside is gray.
The air is foul and smelly,
It makes people cough and envy.
Shenzhou is ethereal,
Such as Yaochi Fairy Palace.
The environment is too bad,
It's really distressing
We don't want anything,
Just want to breathe fresh air,
Just ask the children to grow up healthily and happily.
To this end,
We look forward to it every day,
Looking forward to your roar-
Drive away the haze.
The wind of modern poetry in summer, there is no wind and it is very quiet.
But there is wind in my heart.
The wind is blowing, the wind is passing, and the heart is trembling.
You fell from the sky like jade and landed on my horse with a clear smile.
In the wind, the horse skimmed the hill. Looking at the vast land from a distance, it is endless.
There are dark clouds on the horizon, thunder bursts, rain in the wind and tears in the eyes.
Tenderness is like water, courtesy is like a dream, beauty is difficult.
What's wrong with that? Where is the beauty?
Acacia is like love love love, the moonlight is bright, and the breeze blows gently, blowing your long hair.
Shake my heartstrings. Wake up alone, tears streaming down your face.
In the summer afternoon sunshine, Qiu Chan is singing.
On windless days, the mind becomes so empty.
The wind has gone without a trace, but my heart is surging.
Green and purple stripes are in my heart. Do or die, Qikuo and Zicheng said, Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
Beautiful poetry, but now it has become so incomprehensible.
Missing hangs in the distant horizon, and the cold moonlight makes missing so pale.
Looking far away, it is lonely, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
An oath of eternal love. But the mountains have collapsed and the sea has dried up. Once the oath became so pale.
Evil, I want to know you often, I want to live a long life. Mountains have no edges, and the sea is exhausted.
Rain and snow in summer, thunder in winter, heaven and earth together, but dare to break with you.
Worry is worse when you drown your sorrows in wine. Wandering alone, the prodigal son wanders.
Looking around, lonely and sad.
The rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not consume wine. Out of the water, spring goes, heaven and earth.
I want to open the strings of my thoughts, let the wind blow, and play a song of high mountains and flowing water.
Five strings in hand, watching Gui Hong, swimming empty, throwing complacent.
But the string is broken, who knows. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
Jianghai has passed away, and I spent the rest of my life on this ship.
The wind has gone without a trace. The wind has gone away without a trace.
In my heart, the wind is surging.
The Wind of Modern Poetry 8 Leisure Time
Pick up the beauty of the residual flowers
Mo Yun is inlaid with a piece of paper.
When the nib is light.
Stepping on the broken time
Let go of feelings.
/
end
Petals are flying and fragrant.
Soft and soft, whispering
Horae is full of flowers.
Sadness flies to the sky everywhere.
Miss lingering into a rain of flowers
/
A flower withered and a flower bloomed.
Green represents the beauty of May.
And I am still intoxicated in the colorful spring.
Indulge in the love of wild roses.
Hold a cloud of persistence and expectation.
Bit by bit, bit by bit.
/
If the afterlife can really become a little flower.
I want to be an elegant flower.
Quiet beauty is in a small square garden.
Jingmei is in your heart.
Look at the silence, look at the peace.
Quietly accompany you sad, quietly accompany you happy.
Always with an initial heart, look down on prosperity and stay together for a long time.
/
Listen, how melodious and lingering the wind is.
The rustling leaves sound like beautiful notes.
Full of tenderness and happiness
The bird is quiet, and the flowers smile and bend their eyebrows.
The lingering sound is full of fragrance.
Ran Ran time, beautiful years, quiet mood.
Shallow words fall gently with the wind, and they find happiness and parting.
Modern Poetry of the Wind 9 Spring Rain
Here we go,
Can't see,
I feel the tenderness of gentle caress.
Leave,
Can't see,
Leave a drop of water.
In the weakness of anger,
You hit it hard,
Leaving only bouts of pain.
That is the most impulsive punishment for betrayal.
Your appearance, moonlight,
It is always presented when it is quiet.
Curtain baffle,
Let me see your shadow,
See the silent shadow.
Roll up the old curtains,
In the quiet glass window,
Except that the moonlight is trembling,
That's the sigh of the shadow.
I can't catch you,
But I feel hugged by you.
Moonlight is hidden,
Without your dependence.
That's it,
Wait quietly,
In the distance of dawn,
Blushing,
That's your shyness after a deep sleep.
So you laughed at me all night.
I can't find your hiding place.
Until you shine the sun on my face,
I didn't know until then,
You are also sad in the tired night.
Hide quietly,
In order to bring the morning sunshine.
I still can't catch you,
Continue my melancholy,
Lenovo your wandering!
Modern poetry of the wind 10 I am the wind
I am the wind.
Gently, I'm coming
Qingqing building
Wenxin shikong
I am the wind.
I left quietly.
End point and starting point
tears for you
You are far away.
By the reed lake.
I am the wind.
Blow white hair
White eyes
Music drunkenness
I want to bend down to pick up leftovers.
You are at my fingertips.
Jade drops are everywhere.
I want to turn around, please.
You are in my shadow.
Hug me, hug me.
I want to play the flute.
Response lingers in time and space.
How to penetrate the shackles
The raging heat wave is not a tear.
Follow you closely
Go to the holy land
I am as bright as a flower.
Your appearance
Is the best