Hold in sb's hand
Become tangible and colored.
Politicians have changed places.
Star show off in an ostentatious manner
Farmers call land gold.
Workers build modern cities.
A sketch of the time when students study under the guidance of teachers.
Soldiers guard the beauty of time.
Time is invisible and colorless.
Hold in sb's hand
You become afraid and shy.
The terrible killing made it bloody.
War and plunder tore it apart.
The wail of poverty tore my heart.
Wealth rapes women.
Those people
Respect for time is God.
Love banners shed tears.
Time is invisible and colorless.
It is held in a person's hand.
It is the wand in your heart.
Beauty and ugliness
War and Peace
Not only are politicians diligent, but they also hit it off.
Elite traders should also gradually adjust.
Ordinary people are the gods of time.
The ratio of piety to nothingness
Give the people a complete body.
If time could be turned back,
I will plug in my ideal wings to fly.
If time could be turned back,
I will embark on a journey and travel around famous mountains and rivers;
Although not as bold and poetic as Li Bai,
But in nature, it is enough to exercise my broad mind.
If time could be turned back,
I want to be an elegant woman,
Embrace passionate love.
If time could be turned back,
I really want to be a mother once,
Have a lovely daughter,
Yes, she may not be beautiful,
But it's definitely cute.
If time could be turned back,
I want to have a strong body,
Let the elderly parents rest assured,
Daughter is her strong backing;
Let children find shelter from the wind;
Let the children see that their teacher will never be tired.
If time could be turned back,
I want to continue to travel in the kingdom of books,
Walk freely,
Talking with Li Qingzhao soothed her lonely heart in her later years,
Approaching Qu Yuan's Lisao, we can realize his poetic life.
No, it's not enough,
I'd rather have a book of my own,
There must be some books you like in it.
Accompanied by a beautiful melody,
You can put down your thoughts,
Tighten your nerves,
Let the tired people,
Really find the soul station here.
If time could be turned back,
I will definitely read the Bible to my kind grandmother.
Sing her favorite hymn.
If time could be turned back,
I want to be a people's teacher again,
To be a wise and happy teacher,
Let children know that learning is always happy.
If time could be turned back,
I will fully enjoy my life,
Make every day of your life full of fun,
To hell with those who despise and are evil!
If time could be turned back,
I do ...
Time Modern Poetry 3 is like this many times in summer.
Father is writing in the bedroom.
Mom's life has been turned around with a ceiling fan for many years.
The ceiling fan has some corrosion, and the shelf is still tough.
The rotation speed slows down with the mother's body.
Many times, mom sits under the fan.
Put the days of our seven brothers and sisters
Through that slow and urgent heart and more and more arched back
Suture and weave in the brain that has been embolized.
In the meantime, the sadness and joy are ups and downs, and the warmth and warmth are entangled.
From yesterday to tomorrow, from tomorrow to yesterday, there seems to be no routine.
Moreover, there are many kinds of tricks today, such as the soy milk bubbling on the table.
There are flowers floating on the balcony, and they are sent to distant local products on the way.
At the moment, I am lying under the fan.
Mom is turning over.
She dug and dug, and the heat in the room left the window.
calm
There is a slight sea breeze blowing, which is a flood.
Close your eyes, naked navel
There seems to be a Chinese-style corset gently spread out.
A long time ago, I went to my hometown to visit my parents.
The old man learned that we were going back.
Prepared a delicious meal in advance.
Reminds me of not leaving my parents.
Think about the old man's love for his children.
Our family drinks some wine brewed by mother.
Tell the old man about our homesickness.
Talk about our work.
Talking about parents' physical problems
The daughter got up and poured some wine for her parents.
How happy the child's innocence makes the old man.
The family feels very happy together.
The light at home seems to be on.
The old man's body seems to be completely new.
Sounds seem to be more powerful.
The old man told us the old story.
And the bitterness and sadness of their youth.
We can feel the experience of the elderly.
How difficult it was in that special era.
Parents are heartbroken for their children's growth.
Old people are teachers in our lives.
Exercised our hard-working spirit.
It cultivates the quality of respecting the old and loving the young.
The education of the elderly benefits us for life.
Liu Chonghe's voice is still in my ears.
Her goal of chasing the sea remains the same.
I was deeply impressed by the spirit of Liu Chonghe.
I miss my parents when I think of Liuchong River.
The happy time of our family reunion will be remembered forever.
Time Modern Poetry 5 Flowers and rain cut off the warmth of the spring breeze, perhaps.
This excess will make tea stink.
So,
All the time opened the doors and windows at this moment.
Smoke filled the building, which opened a dense period of time.
Perhaps, this drunkenness only climbs silently in the vines in April.
The soaring time is fragrant with a blooming posture.
Outside the curtain, there is a charming Chinese banquet.
The invitation letter has been quietly stuffed on the lintel of March.
Don't be flashy, be full of beautiful wind and know the meaning of Danqing euphemistically.
Pick a feather from the cloud.
Warm and dry mood.
The boy was suddenly awakened by the rain.
Rain flowers are covered with purple incense trails.
Qian Qiongliu's dream is graceful and restrained in his works.
It is time to gently lift the beautiful haze.
In calligraphy, who only points cinnabar red in his paintings?
Guzheng with chords and quiet pulse.
Flat hand, spread out a cup of fragrant tea, faint soul.
Peach petals are red.
Bend over and cause inexplicable love.
Then Momoka went into the tea and engraved his soul in this cup of time with his thoughts.
Pick up a ring and watch the posture.
Time has crawled all the way from the ancient Book of Songs.
Momo ran away, JIU.
Love song drama Wang Wei's poem, who ordered the Spring Pavilion?
Staring at the corridor of time.
There are shallow feelings in my poems.
This affection was given to the stranger in spring and Hua Teng.
At leisure, rest assured to put a simple and clean heart.
Give people a gentle and heartfelt feeling.
I'm sure,
Whether you come or go.
I will always be in the original place with time.
The heart is close to the pen, and the volume is cleared to repair the fence.
Time Modern Poetry 6 was cut for a while and put just right.
Is it okay?
In the cold smoke and lights of the secular world
Always smiling.
Let the clouds surge.
Laugh and drink in prosperity.
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After cutting for a while, the ink is tender.
That poem, that word
Yi ru Bei Xiang Ming
I have been in love for thousands of years.
Na Xie Xuan Xia Ting
You like to write, draw and alter.
That piece of white paper,
Also brewing a relationship.
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Cut for a while, cook words and read.
Acacia, I do not know when to lose paper.
Cann't hide the thoughts in my heart
Face the bright moon and the breeze shyly
What time?
Will produce a delicate and beautiful flower.
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Cut some time and keep company with the night.
Like a person, walking in the dark.
Follow without shadow
Only the company at night.
All the silence and loneliness,
It seems to have become an innate thing.
This has also become a common thing.
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Cut it for a while and lead it to the heart.
Put down the world of mortals
Everything in the world is suffering, luck, success and decline.
Put it down.
See through everything with a wise heart.
Even if the flowers are falling, the dead branches will grow leaves.
I also want to hold that initial heart.
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Cut some time and sit in the world of mortals.
At the end of the soul
Look back deeply on the past.
At this point, carved into the cloud water Zen mind.
Resolve one knot after another.
such
Is to know each other with mountains and rivers
Is to meet bodhi
Heart,
There is also a warm heart that can be taken off.
In the world of mortals, time is elegant.
Like a poem
Reading is warm.
It says it's a song
Planting is pure pleasure.
Well, it's a treasure.
Modern poetry of the times 7 1. We were together that day.
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Expand the plot of time interpretation,
That forgotten time stirred ripples in my heart.
On that day, the distance you stared at,
There are herdsmen in the distance, dotted with white clouds.
A group of butterflies hold you and land in a corner of the flower.
My heart is churning and I dare not touch your thoughts.
The affectionate young people around you are calling you in their hearts.
Every note can pick up love for you;
Like a floating cloud, I want to slide into the ocean in your heart.
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A shy face, secretly looking at you.
A pair of plain hands, just like Ada who just came out of the water;
A pair of eyes, crystal clear with implicit gentleness.
Can't help it, whispering:
If you keep changing your shape,
Every movement, every smile, every street,
What is spilled is a soft affection and heartfelt feelings.
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Inadvertently, I saw the way you looked at each other.
That warmth flows in each other's eyes.
How can I hold back my inner trembling? I see,
Although they are not helpless, they can comfort and understand each other.
At night, unwilling to wave goodbye to us,
Your wandering back is blurred before our eyes.
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I don't know when I can see you again. Look at that.
Affectionate young man, affectionate eyes shining with tears.
Tears in my ears moved my eyes,
There is a beautiful mountain flower in front of you, offering you a wisp of fragrance.
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Second, don't be too sad after parting.
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That wonderful meeting was so short,
But touched the beautiful and spiritual clouds in the distance,
Knock on the door of thought again and again with light steps.
After leaving, I miss that affectionate young man.
Your green eyes instantly warmed his heart.
Will cry and cry in the long night.
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That day! Beautiful girl,
It was the sun god who wrote your kindness on your red face.
Don't blame that young man for his lack of passion,
Know that you have the same idea and pour out your true feelings.
There must be tears in your eyes when you turn around.
That hurried walk can't hide the helpless wind and frost.
After parting, I miss you very much.
Will live in the shadows like a woman.
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In fact, don't be too sad after parting-
In their own lives,
If you are speechless, you can care silently and attentively.
Beyond the horizon, there is a vision.
Even if you can't see it, you can't stop the warm current in your heart.
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Guess what?
The warmest thing in the world is to cherish,
Love is in the heart, and together is warmth;
Love is in the heart, and understanding is the most beautiful.
After the wind and rain, I will not give up the deep love left by my youth.
My heart is pounding and I can't catch my lost blush.
Only over and over again can I reproduce the smile in my heart.
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Third, we are not what we used to be.
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Night, deep silence.
In the light, my thoughts are still churning-
In order to survive, they run around;
Distance decomposes the wandering of the soles of the feet,
People who go their separate ways are a sea of people.
I can't smell you, I can't see your shadow,
Picking up those past encounters, I am satisfied with those warmth.
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On that day, you laughed and jumped;
That fragrant flower wants to sing with us.
Tears of happiness flow in my eyes, which reminds me.
At that time, our young faces were full of hope.
Tender and tender, turning over the teaser at night, hoping to revive the smile.
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Sigh, the world of mortals is bumpy.
Alas, time flies, and I can't leave anyone's footprints.
Leaving only one place to be yellow and sad alone.
On the road of life, that brief encounter is fate,
Bit by bit into the annual ring,
And it's all integrated into my article.
A gloomy heart is boiling,
I can't live without youth, but I can keep the fragrance of ink.
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Farthest peace of mind, recent pain-
Wild flowers all over the mountains,
I thought we would bring the happy scenes of the old days.
In the cycle of the four seasons, flowers bloom and fall again and again,
Waiting again and again, tears of disappointment.
But who knows? We are not who we used to be.
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Time Modern Poetry 8 Time has passed like a book.
Record yesterday's happiness and pain.
Recall every day we get along.
When we are apart, we miss each other's blessings.
Poor grades are uncontrollable.
The favor of the past turned into helplessness.
Have to put up with such loneliness.
I can't help wanting to give up.
Looking back and smiling, I once shed countless tears.
I can't admit defeat, so I can stand loneliness.
Since we have chased it many times.
It is better to take another gamble than to admit defeat.
That is, another lifetime bet.
I already know that I must endure the pain.
It is said that God will reward those who make up their minds.
The cost of winning or losing is shattered.
Finally, it is determined who wins and who loses.
I know your reliability very well.
I know it's not over yet.
Thank god I finally understand.
Then who thanks you for your profound teaching?
Thank you for your kind help.
Thank you for your selfless dedication to me.
Thank you for putting up with the pain for me
I found another home.
I'm not what you said at first.
Not only stupid, but also stupid all the time.
I'm really beginning to understand.
Thank you for forgiving me.
I will remember your teachings.
Remember the happiness and understanding you have given.
Random thoughts on modern poetry about time, the time that has passed in a hurry, and the sadness that has faded from the shadow.
In the past,
We are passing by in a hurry,
Occasionally rub shoulders,
Rub each other's rings.
Now,
We are strangers to the ends of the earth,
Still in a hurry,
Never touch each other again,
Even a shadow,
It is also impossible.
I stood at the door and looked out under the dim starlight.
Seven bright stars are still shining.
I stood under the cover of dark clouds, panting,
Just because,
Humid air erodes your already empty breath.
Thunder in the distance,
No matter where you run,
Different scenery, different people?
Violent wind,
Where you are violent,
Have the same memory as me?
In the morning, I thought it would be sunny.
Up to now,
But it is still a haze.
That fuzzy layer of dust,
Disguised as a sacred mist,
However, no one appreciates you,
Who is this performance for?
Cicada who sings hard,
Why are you singing deep in the branches?
Is it because you are afraid that others will step on your singing skills?
Still don't want to see the tears in your eyes. ...
Year,
Please walk faster,
I hope you can take me to the future.
Time,
Please be thicker,
I can't catch you, but you always pass me silently.
When I'm as confused as I am now ...
Time Modern Poetry 10 Light is a street,
Full of quiet breath.
Walking alone on the sidewalk,
There are always countless intersections.
The red light is on,
Everything is still.
The green light is on,
Still no change.
The wandering heart doesn't know which direction to choose,
It's raining so abnormally,
The trees in the street put on new clothes.
All this happened naturally,
But full of surprises,
A lot of things happened before we knew it,
This has always been an afterthought,
Raindrops hit the street,
Washed away the dust left on the street corner,
At the same time, it also washed away our years.
Unconsciously, we became the most familiar strangers,
Although the previous time is clear,
But that's over.
The clouds of the past,
We can only choose indifference,
The book in the window was ruthlessly blown open,
Those files that record our bits and pieces,
Page after page,
One by one,
Therefore,
Back to the beginning,
What kind of handwriting should we use to count this new page,
This is also unknown,
Sometimes we learn to fantasize,
Full of beautiful yearning for this kind of life.
But it is often not as beautiful as imagined.
The stream under the bridge flows day and night,
With its guidance,
Drive slowly to the finish line with its rhythm.
We must think for a long time about which way to go,
If it can be as good as this fallen leaf,
You don't have to decide where it goes,
The wind has set a course for it.
Time flies in the wind.
We can't stay as long as we want,
Let's be passionate,
Pick up the pencil in your hand.
When the wind blows far away,
Let's write about our glorious life!