For a man who has just turned thirty.
Talk about this topic
It's a little premature
Life is unpredictable.
No one can predict the good or bad in the future.
start from tomorrow
Straighten your hair before going out.
Rub some incense on the road.
Actually, I have never used it.
This kind of thing that washes people's faces.
When crossing the road
A speeding truck
Send me far away
I am the light.
White as a feather.
The sky in late autumn is quiet and high.
After a cool breeze
No one will remember what happened on the earth.
Go to Xinglong Mountain via Glycyrrhiza branch
What a nice day!
Suitable for traveling or drying.
Trite ideas
Bypass the cement road of licorice shop
My colleague's car suddenly stopped.
Golden flax occupied the mountain road.
After clearing the roadblock,
Someone talked about the law.
There is no smooth road.
Close the window.
Like saying goodbye.
Faded blue headscarf
Such as a flag.
Or mom?
outline
He has learned to draw black and white lines for many years, like a knight with a sword.
Gypsum gradually devours the edge like a silver head.
Appear at night
Cut off the darkness
He seldom talks. He is alone in his spare time.
Even if you want to express yourself
Smile apologetically and shake hands piously.
Say: Hello.
He likes singing, but he doesn't have a good voice
Hum and sing, be an audience.
Tired, stretch your limbs.
As smart as a small animal
He is afraid of love, but
Obey your parents all your life.
The only thing he ventured to claim was that
The sunny slope to the west of the village.
It is the ideal cemetery in his heart.
Oh, he has been wandering in a foreign land so far.
You can also bask in the sun in heaven.
I dreamed that I almost died.
My soul emerges from my heavy body.
It's never been so simple.
As I imagined, no one would die for me.
I don't want anyone to die for me.
I'm afraid they will cry.
Noisy, I'm upset!
I looked out the door: people came one after another.
Around my cold body.
Of course, I still have a natural expression.
Including people who love me and scold me all my life.
I looked at the crossroads:
Heaven is the designer's favorite high-grade ash.
An old crow hovered over it.
The colors in autumn are all black and white.
I have fantasized for countless times that I left in such a season.
A winding road, the same color
I just got back from there.
At the moment, only some strangers pass by.
I jumped on the roof and looked around:
On the other side of the corner of the house.
I saw her crying, leaving some crystal tears.
So it's time for me to make a choice: continue dreaming or wake up?
It's actually good to be dead!
I think silly!
Modern Poetry of Death 3. I try to keep my poetry away from loneliness and death;
I want to write a hymn for life and stay away from death;
The trees in the college are green, and the spring breeze blows through the dormitory of 424;
No one told me that life gave me far more than I paid;
Bend bitterness, transform happiness, and live like a poem;
Standing on the high balcony watching the sadness of the sunset;
No one told me what shape iron life is;
Sunlight burns the paper of life and puts down the hypocritical game;
Black ink is like the ancient warring States period, sleeping and dusty;
I try to keep my poems away from loneliness and death;
I didn't tell anyone that loneliness died and life died;
Poetry is far from death, and hymns are replaced by Corona's tune;
The poet's Xuan paper can't bear the weight of the college, in spring;
In the dark, the spring breeze blows warm wind, and I hear the morning bell in my dream.
Modern Death Poetry 4 "Eulogy, Flower of Death"
-I use this poem to pay tribute to all the souls who committed suicide. Have a good trip. (According to incomplete statistics, the average number of suicides in China is about 2 million each year, and the death toll is nearly 200,000, accounting for two-fifths of the world's suicides. It is the leading cause of death for people aged 20-35 in China ... People only live once. What kind of setbacks and sufferings have they suffered? ..... pathetic! Out of respect for the dead, I don't want to comment too much on their mistakes and wrongs. We should reflect on it. Isn't society responsible for the frequent suicide deaths and shocking death data? Where is our humanistic care spirit now? How many ideological enlightenment and psychological guidance functions have been played by relevant functional departments such as culture, education and news media? ..... These problems need our whole society to think and be alert. I hope this kind of tragedy will be less in the future.
Mom, dear mom.
I remember your loving face and kind eyes.
Tears filled my eyes.
My sadness filled my heart at once.
Mom, dear mom.
How I miss your warm arms.
But I can't touch your tenderness anymore
Mom, dear mom.
How I long for your advice.
But I can't listen to your teachings anymore.
Mother, kind mother
My daughter is reluctant to leave.
Don't go, my mother.
Mom, dear mom.
The helplessness of reality hangs over your face.
Dad on my deathbed is a knot that you can't open between your eyebrows.
The weight of life bends your body.
Your hands with overlapping cocoon marks show your fatigue.
Mother, suffering mother
My daughter is reluctant to leave.
I can't bear to leave, my mother.
But I have to leave.
Mom, dear mom.
This bustling and lonely world
This is the stagnant water of faith.
Mom, look.
Materialism conquered morality.
Interest buries tradition.
The bourgeoisie forced justice to yield.
Almighty money
Slave the soul and drive away people who have only flesh.
So I'm running away, mom.
Reality makes me so confused and so scared.
Spring breeze in March
Can't blow away the haze in my heart
I have to go, mom.
This unpredictable world
It has become a desert of human nature.
Poor guy.
Look at yourselves.
The increasingly barren garden of the soul
The snake is eating the grass of pity.
Thorns destroy the flower of sympathy.
Teng Man is twisting the tree of kindness.
The land of longing
Snobbery thrives.
False flowers are fragrant.
The tree of greed is full of fruits.
So I'm leaving, mom.
A cold heart makes me feel like I'm in a cold abyss.
The scorching sun in June can't melt the cold in my heart.
I have to go, mom.
This desolate world without love
I can't breathe.
Melancholy began to stop in the chest.
Sadness spreads in my heart.
Despair will suffocate me.
I want to breathe free air.
I want to bathe in the sun.
I want to get rid of all the shackles.
I want to find my ideal country.
So I'm leaving, mom.
Humble and self-esteem make me arrogant.
How can this complicated world allow loneliness to exist?
How can this secular society have an ideal home?
I have to go, mom.
I hate to leave.
Mom, dear mom.
Forgive my daughter for her unfilial behavior.
I can only kneel to my parents in tears.
I will pray for you.
Seventeen years of parenting.
Let your daughter report in the afterlife.
Mom, mom
My own mother.
Please don't cry for me.
Please don't be sad for me.
The road ahead is full of unknowns and mysteries.
I will embrace tranquility and peace.
Look, grandma in heaven is smiling at me.
I'm leaving, mom.
This is my last farewell.
Silent roof
This is my quiet world.
This is my last stage.
This is the last performance of my life.
Pick some clouds as curtains.
Collect some sunlight as curtain lights.
The performance is about to begin.
My soul is my only master.
Life is my solemn pillar.
Death is my sacred ceremony.
The spirit of nature is my distinguished guest.
This is my celebration.
This is our carnival.
Play a magnificent symphony of destiny.
Sing and dance heartily.
Let this smart and free song and dance
Wandering in the cold and dead world
I'm leaving, mom.
The other side of the road has been opened for me.
Butterflies dance for me.
Bees lubricate me.
Cai Xia dressed me.
The stream dusts me.
The distant mountains are solemn to me.
The breeze sent me away.
Bye, mom.
Say goodbye to the whole world.
I love and hate the world!
A gentle jump.
I'm in free fall
Draw a trajectory from birth to death
Interpretation of the definition of reincarnation between existence and non-existence
fail
The soul trembled and excited.
This is my end, this is my beginning.
fail
The soul is singing happily.
This is my destruction, this is my new life.
Fall! ……
This broken but pure body
This bright, hot blood
This is my only sacrifice.
To you
Bluebirds dance in a pool of blood.
Please take my trembling soul away.
Towards love and freedom.
Fly, fly
Modern Poetry of Death 5 (1)
It's not that I can't cry
It's not that I can't write a will.
It's not that I don't know how to say goodbye to the person I love.
At the moment you fell.
The sun has completely dispersed.
Darkness became your only memory.
In the name of the sun
They murdered this morning.
The last hope in this land.
There is no silent death.
It's not really terrible.
What is terrible is the silence floating around death.
(2)
Is a problem floating in people's minds.
Blood flowed from the forehead to the feet.
Flowing in everyone's street.
Flowing in the river
Flowing in the eyes
Flowing in front of each glass window
In this drop of blood
Before you explain it clearly
There will be heavy rain this summer.
Debris flow rushing to the earth
Will flock to the sky
Just want to hear your answer.
(3)
Even if you bury him underground.
Let the evidence rot a little.
The truth will come out one day.
Trees grew out of his grave.
Will tell about this morning.
Every poor leaf on his body
Clouds in this world
It won't cover all the sky.
Just like your hand can't cover my ears.
When the truth speaks
You'll lie with him
Analysis of The World Under the Sun
(4)
Actually, the cause of death is not important.
The killer's name is not important.
It doesn't matter when and where you die.
The important thing is that he suddenly fell down.
In front of each of us
How can we endure death?
How to understand life
Understand dreams
Can be destroyed instantly for no reason.
How to look forward to tomorrow
If tomorrow really comes.
How will we face it?
(5)
The greater sorrow is that
We should keep smiling in front of the dead.
We must smile and thank the murderer.
Appreciate the night
Can accompany us forever
The night in our hearts will have no end.
If this gratitude can stop death
Even if he's lying underground.
Will also stand up.
Say it again. Kill me.
When I fall down again
I will look into your eyes with a smile.