Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application. Compared with ancient poetry, although it
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application. Compared with ancient poetry, although it is written for understanding things, it is a reflection of the soul.
Chapter One: Poetry in Winter
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I was drinking with the snowman the night before yesterday.
Celebrate the arrival of winter.
After the banquet, I was sent to a milky white hotel.
Before going to bed, I saw an angel outside the window.
Shake off the snowflakes on the branches.
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Get stuck in the mud in winter.
All the water gathers at the end of the world,
They enclose themselves behind a thin layer of ice.
The earth printed horses on the horizon.
soliloquy
The sky is as far away from us as a ship that unties the cable.
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When the clouds are completely frozen,
Our winter is coming.
It was our pure white age.
The crow flew away,
The shadow is forgotten in the sky.
I went to the drifting island to probe the depth of the snow.
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The north wind roared with the highest sound.
I heard two instruments playing together,
Like two sleeping people talking in a dream.
Finally, we went out,
Watch the snow scene together.
That night, we walked a long way.
Chapter Two: A Bowl of Happiness
Only water and oases remain on the barren land.
You fold up a handful of years of dry wood.
Light fireworks to illuminate the poor and twist them into light.
The flame climbing to the stove warmed mother's smile.
The roaring bellows blew out hope.
Mom, your little feet have flattened the mountain road.
That mountain full of rice is porridge cooked by you.
A pair of children grew up in your reproach.
Your rough palm soothes the pain.
The broken wall of the old house is written with the folds of the times.
A piece of white cloth will always be the ornament of your youth.
Sweat-soaked stains turn the years yellow.
The candy in the broken jacket supplemented the hungry childhood.
Let sweetness still quench thirst.
Mom, braised pork with plum is just one of your listeners.
Lotus leaf steamed bread is your golden calcium tablet.
Your thin figure has stirred up the beam of half the mountain.
Send the children out of the Great Wall.
When I miss you, I will see clouds of smoke coming out of the kitchen.
There are only children in your little skylight.
That bamboo thermos bottle knows your heart best.
From beginning of autumn to East, cook a pot, etc.
My eyes wandered on the elevated bridge.
I know you can't walk out of the mountain. Put down the bamboo basket.
That shovel is your crutch forever.
Trying to shovel the curved mountain road straight.
I will drink a bowl of happiness on the fast track.
Chapter 3: "I should forget myself"
Climb into the future like a baby.
My soul
Touch your hand
You said your hand hurts.
That's what fascinates me.
dream of doing sth.
Be your next scene this month.
Like a casual drop.
Fall into the shadow of leaves
It should be the trees that are melancholy.
But my heart hurts more.
Leaves used for shipbuilding
Whose heart is this?
Loneliness and vagrancy
At first I yearned for the blue sky.
Now it is the dream of sea breeze.
This may not be love.
But I'd rather
It is your family who accompany you on your long journey.
Dandelion blooms in dew.
Lou is more like an eye.
Look at your hand.
Turn off my crystal.
That is the symbol of my life.
I'm sorry
I should forget myself.
It shouldn't hurt your heart.
It's a deliberately blue corner.
Artistic conception of painting
Happiness is not longing.
That's a thousand miles away.
Sails are thicker than leaves.
At first I thought
Now this is a kind of
You don't want love.
I am even more helpless.
spring dream—short-lived good times
Chapter four: "I shouted at the mountain"
I shouted at the mountain.
Shout out another self
Shout out the stream
Shout out the wind in the deep mountains of Tibet
Shout away the hay
Gradually reveal
Sleep stage of Saussurea involucrata
This happy little woman
I shouted at the mountain.
Speak fairy tales out loud
Shout out rosin explosion
Shout out the echo in the alley.
Endless happiness cycle
Spring in full bloom
I shouted at the mountain.
Shout out the stubbornness of life
Shout out unyielding rocks
Shout out a depression, a hundred meters deep.
Call two more dragons.
Let the people have a good weather.
I shouted at the mountain.
I am dumb and deaf.
Hair is white, and the sun and the moon are thick.
Shout old.
I also shouted at Dashan.
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Chapter 5: Father's Hand
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Grandpa said that you can't eat the sky by yourself.
Create life with both hands.
Father said, come into this world
You can't count on anyone.
I said to my son, just lift you to the wall.
Behind the house is a mountain. There is water and mountains beyond the mountain. ...
Be brave and use your steps.
Use your hands.
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With a thin blade
Clean the dirt on palms and soles.
With the dim light
smile
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Gloved children, sacrificed generation.
The day I put down my plow and hoe, I began to move mountains.
For this family, your strong backbone began to bend.
The erosion of time has created your bronze face.
It's already full of wrinkles
Thin wind and rain, gaunt sun and moon
But the enthusiasm for life has not diminished.
You still like a little leisure.
whistle
How about this piece of music?
Deep and gloomy
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When crossing the ferry of love, when passing by
Gray years, when you meet the cliff of life.
You're still holding on. Try to hold on.
This world
Chapter 6: Chasing Winter
I met you in spring.
Walking in your March
I secretly broke a peach blossom.
Taste it.
Raindrops in the sky
Wet my newly broken bud.
You will lift the maple leaf for me.
It turns out that warmth is not just a leaf.
But a forest.
Sister, you accompany me and I will follow you.
I am not afraid of rainy days in summer.
You said yes, that's the taste of love.
You gave me a pot of rose soil.
I will plant all the feelings that have sunk into the years.
In autumn, your red burns in October.
The sun was baked into clouds.
I listened to your laughter, accompanied by the bright moon in the dark.
You catch up with winter step by step.
The first snowflake in Mengshan Mountain
Must fall into your magnetic field
The temperature of ice and fire can still the expression of a mountain.
Maple leaves rush to the world of mortals
You wear winter snow for winter.
The mountain will not be cold, and neither will you.
In this way, the barren hills grow old.
I wrote about my sister's happiness.
Chapter 7: Time Carving
That's a rotten face.
All that is read in fear is kindness.
Changes of annual rings
Briefly describe the heavy past
Too thick to read, too heavy to read.
Old bark was added to the stove.
The years of reflecting red
Expose the cracks of the season
Reach the cardiac fossa
You can't tell the dry wood in your hand.
The firewood hand is rough in color.
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It's a ravine of years, which is irresistible.
A net made of headscarves.
Turn my hair from embarrassment to gray.
Although, you can't tie the flow of time.
I looked at the stove in a daze and saw the existence of a season.
A bent body, confused eyes
Take a walk after cooking.
Chapter 8: Old Times
The past days were not bright enough because
Put on the past
The light outside the window is in the dark corner.
Not warm or bright.
The ray of light broke free from the ancient wooden window.
Jump on the stove, sad
The flame poked its head out and longed for it.
And then expand their criminal field.
Clear sadness in memory, thin petals
Can't grind fine dust and fly away.
The sculpture carved by the knife of years can't be repaired.
The rift of the times, time has passed.
In the past, nothing would be taken away.
Leaving only the heaviness of memory.