Squeeze out from the tight seam of the faucet
Vibration hitting the water surface
Then the breath and waist.
Stretch deeply
Next is the palm of your hand.
Open your eyelids, open your eyes.
Whose kitchen light is on the sixth floor?
It didn't go out overnight.
Some light split the head in half.
A shadow
Floating back to my body
Cry silently
suddenly
Fold at right angles
More and more white melts into the dawn.
inanimate
I can hardly cross that balcony.
Before the rumor came.
Looking forward to the distance
Capped
I don't see what it has to do with birds.
Leaves of Robinia pseudoacacia
A ghost shaved his head.
Much like a molting dog.
mirror
More like my father.
Shaver rotation
I heard the sound of grass falling down.
It is the mother who wields the heavy old hoe.
Awakening modern poem 2 suddenly realized that in the prime of life,
In this way, those fleeting years were wasted.
A heart-to-heart meeting with you
Years enough to wander.
I fantasized about wearing a white gauze skirt countless times.
Appear in the rural scenery of my hometown.
That feeling, that scene
What kind of meeting and meeting will it be?
Colorful flowers in the sea
You are staring at that beautiful flower.
I stare at the beautiful you.
You turned around and thanked the whole flower in a flash.
Flowers willingly thank the sky.
Time goes by, it's another spring.
Silent petals fall in the pool.
I traced the whole flowering season.
You stand by the Qingxi River.
The white gauze skirt is on cloud nine in the warm wind.
Clean, quiet and beautiful.
That is the most beautiful scenery in my life.
When I look back, I have you.
This world is better than heaven.
Indulge in this area with you.
I can't go any further.
Put on the wings of youth
Say good night to a beautiful day.
A happy walk in summer
I hope the long dream tonight will never wake up.
Wake up modern poem 3 The morning breeze opens the window, which is slightly cool.
Willow branches that have been sleeping for a season,
A soft goose yellow flower,
Sneak into spring.
Flowers bloom at my fingertips,
Your face appears in your heart,
The smell in the wind,
Like a blooming past.
Memory is like wine,
The deep feeling of wanting to talk,
Leaning outside the peach blossom pavilion,
That withered old branch.
Mottled sunshine,
Moistening the call of the branches,
In the wind outside the window,
I can't hear your piano.
Close your eyes gently,
Thoughts are surging in the branches,
All it takes is a rain,
It will be a splendid spring.
Half a glass of wine,
As soon as I read Homesickness Fu,
Deep in the hazy alley of Meiyu,
There is no shame in looking back at this bridge.
Catkin, such as snow, dreams,
Warm wind dyes spring rhyme,
The flute floated from the bow,
Boying has no tea.
Dreams, dreams,
Soft aquatic plants,
Reach out and talk,
You can't tie a long penny.
Keywords dental pulp sound, worrying,
The coastal years are picturesque,
The bluestone slab is too thick,
I can't step on two shallow footprints.
The years passed carelessly,
There are too many intersections in time,
A tortuous story,
I always forget to go home after the rain.
The wind has passed through thousands of colors,
Flowers are in full bloom in the garden,
In an instant, the spring is full,
The dream is too strong to wake up.
Vaguely, the song is ethereal,
I haven't had time to listen carefully,
The flowers on the other side have already bloomed,
I waded here. ...
Sober Modern Poetry 4 has unconsciously hummed your favorite song.
But without your happy upturned mouth.
Only I am humming softly, and the cold wind is listening gently.
Blow away the warmth of missing you
Another day like yesterday.
Hypocrisy is telling life.
Once again, we should look forward to tomorrow as we do today.
Autumn always bothers me.
Under the amber moonlight, by the bridge, who is fiddling with the strings.
Stop and listen to all this, and the notes of tears linger in my ears.
Plain clothes is as white as snow, the lights on the river bank are dim, the piano is long and sad.
Why do the birds in the tree live in pairs? They hurt their pens with gentle and angry smiles and invite lonely shadows to be lovers.
A drop of red rain is floating, have you heard of it? Green waves rippling loneliness.
The stone road deep in the bamboo forest, have you ever walked, and the clear water ripples and melts and loses.
Wet rain paints ancient pavilions, and the past is sad, while the cold wind enjoys flying geese in the south alone.
The boat is raining, the lake is far away, and the weeping willows are still long.
I hate myself when I wake up from my dreams. Where are you going?
Wake up. Modern Poetry 5 is used to staying up late and getting up late.
I check my cell phone the first time I wake up every day.
Afraid of missing every message
I thought someone would say "good morning" to me
I just think it is. I'm just being romantic.
There are too many joys and sorrows in this world every day.
Even if we get together today,
Maybe tomorrow.
however
It makes people happy for a while but sad for a long time.
I don't want to talk about it.
I can only use words to interpret my sadness.
but
You still don't understand.
I really don't want to see the reality too thoroughly.
I want to hide in the corner alone.
brief and clear
Quiet and serene
living his own life
sometimes
There is really no one to trust.
some people
On the surface, I am very close to you.
But he's plotting behind his back.
Just believe in yourself. Nothing in the world is forever.
Except my own life until the day I die.
That's forever
As for the others,
It can't last forever
Never let yourself pay too much for one person.
These are exactly what I think.
Reality deceived my eyes.
I am always worried about who I will lose.
But in the end, I lost it. Hmm. How interesting
Who ever worried about losing me?
Disappointed, then desperate,
I am really humble, really small.
Humble and insignificant.
Everyone will change over time
isn't it?
I see people around me are happy in every way.
but I ...
Still standing on the sad point.
move forward
Always expecting to be cared about.
Can be cared about
I finally understand myself.
Has been ignored.
It turned out to be so insignificant.
The pain continues.
My heart is very fragile, and it has been raining.
Tears are always disappointing.
Heartache has become a habitual habit.
When will it end? I don't know.
Maybe a long time.
The fog in the morning, although confused, found that you really left.
But when the sun rises, let me go back to 100 million years ago.
Then who can tell me
When will my injury heal?
the original
Everything is not as simple as I thought.
I just think that as long as I am kind to others,
People will be nice to me, too.
It's nothing.
I'm just someone else's doll.
Hate the world. Why is there so much sadness?
Let me be attacked by sadness step by step forever
And end up locked up here forever
No matter how hard you try, you can't escape.
I really want to escape from this world.
Unfortunately, there is no if, and only the result is left in the end.
Although I promised. But I didn't promise myself. Ha ha. . Ha ha. Say goodbye at last.
Modern Poetry in Waking Up 6
But I can't remember.
Don't remember anymore.
You were very gentle.
In last night's dream.
You became a prisoner.
Trapped in the icy river.
There are many people around you.
I despair
Save you from helplessness.
You are cold all over.
The river soaked your skirt.
Fragile you are like a flower in the wind and rain.
If you are not careful, it will be destroyed by wind and rain.
I can't bear to see you delicate.
Desperate to pick you up
You snuggle in my arms
Your Leng Yan gives me the chills.
I hope my warmth can melt your inner loneliness, despair and panic.
I'll take you home.
Afraid you'll catch cold.
Let you change clothes quickly
You hold me tight.
Say please don't leave.
A stranger suddenly becomes the only one for you.
Do you regard me as a lifeline?
Or is every girl insecure?
Unconsciously, you snuggled up in my arms and fell asleep.
You just hold me tight all the time.
Never let go of your hand for a moment.
You're afraid I'll leave quietly
No, I'm not leaving.
I will watch over you silently like an angel.
Even if we don't know each other.
I also watch over you silently.
The night is so long.
I hold you cold and look forward to the morning.
Before you know it, it will be dawn.
Gentle you suddenly disappeared.
I struggled subconsciously, looking for it.
But I never saw you again.
Sorrow and confusion welled up in my mind.
Rub your eyes and squeeze yourself hard.
I feel very painful.
Only to find all these familiar experiences.
But it happened in my dream last night.
And that gentle you are just a
A continuation that cannot exist.
I went to bed yesterday.
I just woke up today.
I had a dream.
I'm already awake.
I was just thinking.
I'm still thinking
I am walking on this vast land.
Along this abyss that dare not cross
I am looking for this kind of food.
Carry food
In front of the team
Online back
Walking in the team like this
Is it used in winter?
Is it used for nesting?
I think so. Keep walking.
I should be fearless of wind and rain.
Should be fearless of the dark.
Walking alone on the visible and invisible roads
I think like this, thinking
Red ball fell asleep as usual.
I am sleepy, too.
Do you want to sleep?
Did you dream again?
How will you wake up next time?
It must be the same when I wake up.
I just want to, want to.
Don't think like this, think about it.
Awakening Modern Poetry: Eight Stars Awakening
Sleeping under the blue sky,
The red sun is asleep.
Wake up in the dark,
The twinkling stars woke up.
The stars in the sky hold the moon sister,
I seem to be listening to the story told by Sister Moon.
In the dim moonlight,
A pair of lovers embraced sweetly.
The stars shed thousands of pearls on the earth,
Dewdrops are like giant diamonds,
Shining on the green leaves.
The stars are shining with bright eyes,
Hanging in the night sky,
Like those flying fireflies,
Wandering around the galaxy with small lanterns that attract the attention of thousands of people.
Some are fleeting,
Some are playing games in groups of three or five.
About two or three people were whispering together,
Some sparkle,
Some people are lonely. ...
I sat under the stars,
Discover how peaceful the starry sky is,
So beautiful,
So understand.
Stars all over the sky!
Please become countless keys,
Why don't you open my heart?
Wake up modern poetry 9 those broken monuments
Combine into one beautiful picture after another.
Then it becomes a blade.
Stabbing again and again.
Once a gentle heart
No blood.
Only a pungent smell.
Alcohol permeated the whole room.
There is no need to do it again.
This wound is enough to support.
That broken heart
The sky is still blue.
When will I wake up?
Experience a moment of inner peace.
The game continues.
Immersed in a damn dream
I curse the creator.
Why do people have feelings?
It's good to thrive like an animal.
It's simple.
There is no hatred and there is no so-called love.
When the word "love" is finally no longer sacred.
God said:
"I forbid all living things to mention" it "."
So the world was finally quiet.
There is no hero to save the beauty.
There is no story of falling in love with the country.
So I began to become normal.
Pure as an animal.
Eat and drink Lazar, go to work and get off work.
Occasionally there will be a nervous reaction.
Have a twitch
It's like fighting for your life before you die.
How can an unyielding soul accept such humiliation?
Fate should not be like this.
On the road covered with flowers
There should be no thorns.
because
There is only light in my heaven.
Wake up from a dream 10 When you wake up from a dream, you are old.
Listen to music when you are lonely, and it rains when you are lonely.
Thinking of you in the lonely years, the lonely days have passed.
The wind blew lonely sadness, and the rain shed lonely tears.
Lonely years are only a short life, and a lonely life is full of loneliness.
Cherish what you have now, grasp what you have now, and let the lonely life not be lonely.
Year after year, year after year. Year after year, year after year.
You may delay, but time will not. Don't wait until you wake up from a dream to regret it, because you will be old by then.
Rainy day capriccio
The sky is gloomy,
I expect a hearty rain.
I am very happy when it rains.
However, in the process of joy, there is always a touch of sadness.
But I don't know where the sadness comes from.
I may be too sensitive,
So sentimental.
A fallen leaf can make me daydream,
A little flower can make me happy,
A story can move me.
I have been hiding in my own world,
Self-entertainment, self-injury.
Maybe you don't understand,
You are just the person who is silent and unwilling to walk into my heart.
I'm still me,
I like to be in a daze quietly when it rains.
Smile quietly, grieve quietly,
Think quietly alone.
The author's anthology of blue sky and white clouds
We envy each other.
Everyone's life is incomplete. Of course, everyone is eager to have a perfect life, which is impossible! If a person's life is smooth and smooth, what fun is there? Just like when we climb a mountain, we take the elevator. It's not funny! I am a normal person.
But I envy those perverts, and they envy me! It is not a good thing to have a thinking brain, nor is it a bad thing to have a retarded brain! A thinking brain should always consider the words, actions and eyes of smart people ... sometimes we may lose friends unconsciously! Why is this? I feel a little puzzling, too!
Maybe their departure will give you motivation and help your study and work. I am a wonderful flower (alternative)! I envy those retarded people very, very much.
Their life is so carefree, flying freely in the sky like birds, and laughter is always around them. Their innocence, their simplicity, their cuteness ... are the objects of my envy.
I like to play, laugh and run with them … we can't break into their world! Their realm is beyond our comprehension! They envy me for having a complete body and a smart brain. Envy that I can live like a normal person! But how can they know my pain and helplessness? Give the disabled a smile, you can, so can I.
The author's Selected Works of Weeds
Make love a habit.
I happened to think of one thing in summer, that is, the summer after the senior high school entrance examination, almost all the children were ecstatic. Every child who is about to enter high school is seizing the opportunity to make his own changes. Just like his friend Xiao, she ordered this opportunity because she is not satisfied with a few harmless moles on her face. However, her playful nature makes it impossible for her to endure the feeling of being bored at home, so although the scars have not yet subsided. Because I was worried about her face, I tried to leave her too much shade when I walked, but I was exposed to the hot sun. This is a very common move, but Xiao was deeply moved, which made me a little embarrassed.
In fact, it is a very simple thing, just an ordinary move, but it is very touching to others. Maybe at the beginning, we can choose to do all this deliberately, but I believe that if we repeat an action 2 1 time, it will definitely become a habit. When love becomes a habit, people will become better.
Will there be waves in a calm heart?
The days of waiting were calm, and I couldn't help reminding myself that everything was fine.
If you don't look at each other outside, you won't be tempted inside. If you don't move, it's meditation! Meditation leads to wisdom!
In fact, it is difficult to meditate continuously. It's hard to say whether what you want is delusional or not.
One day, I saw someone describing Libra in a meager way. They have too many fantasies, and some people feel the same way. The most important thing for an adult Libra man is to give up fantasy, whether it is career or love. Under the label of rationality, we must seek truth from facts and be true.
If you can't help looking forward to it, tell yourself to actively follow your destiny. Still pregnant with beauty, waiting for the moment that belongs to me.
Hold the phone and wait for the night to pass.
For people who are confused, the night is the most beautiful, it will wash away your day's fatigue and give you plenty of energy to welcome a new day.
For people who are in love, the night is romantic, and it will prepare an environment with few stars and a breezy breeze for a month, so that you can immerse yourself in the ocean of love.
For people who are confused, the night is terrible. It will wrap you up like a black cloth, and you can't tell the direction. If you step empty, you will fall off the cliff and fear will surround you.
For those who miss you, the night is the longest and looks like endless silk. Holding a mobile phone and waiting for the night to pass is torture.
Look at the time, over and over again; After hundreds of millions of times, the sky is still not bright; Tear it with both hands. The longer you tear it, the more you can't break it. Very tired, very tired, I can't resist your shadow.
Selected works of writer Lin Hao
courtyard
The sun is shining all over the room, waiting for the time to pass.
Meanwhile, people are looking down at the box.
Line of sight without crossing
I don't know when my heart becomes white and opaque.
The sun dispersed in the snow.
Cold water dripped from the clouds.
What makes people shine at the moment is the distant wind as soon as possible.
Blow away the azaleas and blow them into the warm courtyard.
Take you away, take you away
crack a joke
Fairy tales written by happiness alone do not exist.
I understand, I understand.
Still, I want to go there.
The wind blowing from the seaside in the early morning
Blow back from the land like home.
I don't hate this time.
The wind in the yard