"Distance" Modern Poetry 1
The farthest distance in the world,
It is not life and death,
It is me Standing in front of you,
You don’t know that I love you.
The farthest distance in the world,
I am not standing right in front of you,
You don’t know that I love you,
< p> But they know they love each other, but they cannot be together.
The farthest distance in the world,
It is not that we clearly know that we love each other,
But we cannot be together,
But I obviously can't resist this longing for you, but I still have to deliberately pretend that I don't care about you at all.
The farthest distance in the world,
It’s not that I can’t resist this longing,
But I still have to deliberately pretend that I don’t care about you at all. ,
But use your own cold heart,
to dig an insurmountable ditch for those who love you.
I am not a qualified hunter
I hit the bullseye
But I can’t press the trigger
You are under my gun Escape
Leave me with an unfinishable dialogue "Distance" Modern Poetry 2
There is a kind of distance called the end of the world.
No matter where you are in the world,
There is always a close heart.
No need for sweet words and flattery,
Simple,
Just do it.
There is a kind of tacit understanding called tacit understanding.
No need to explain it deliberately,
You understand and I understand.
There is no need to ask why,
A look is enough.
There is a kind of happiness called talking about everything.
He has no scruples and acts arbitrarily.
He is neither harsh nor tired.
Frankly...
Interfering with each other is also a kind of happiness.
There is a kind of regret called fate but no destiny.
No blood relationship,
Never ambiguous.
Mediocre.
Occasionally, I feel lost,
Because I cannot resist the impact of family affection and love.
Is there everlasting friendship in this world?
Even if the sea is dry,
The stone is rotten?
Even if the person is still the same,
The thing has changed?
Although we are far apart,
Will the longing in my heart never fade away?
I don’t have the answer yet,
But I long for its existence.
It is such an emotion -
No expectations,
No ties.
So beautiful and pure! "Distance" Modern Poetry 3
From the bustle of the day to the silence of the night
But I didn't expect such a lonely heart
Thinking about someone who made him so tired
Walking alone like this
Between the sleeping ancient streets and the breathing atmosphere
The flickering light and darkness Under the street lights
The lonely figure is looming
So half of the body is lonely
Just like this, unintentionally exposed in the familiar cold air
To endure it quietly in silence
The night wind that was hollowed out by tears was mixed with the slightest chill
And at the moment when the air suddenly solidified
p>A warm song came from the depths of the night
The beating notes sketched each image of him
Easily passed through My almanac from the old year
brought back sweet memories of our youthful campus encounters
But I woke up from singing by chance
I discovered the singing The warm moment has long gone
It was accompanied by the hoarse call
It turns out that my heart still stays in the tenderness of memory
That he has never forgotten
Maybe I already know the ending of the song subconsciously
But how can I respond?
Frowning eyebrows
Today’s sadness
And he is still as far away as hiding in a dream
Maybe Providence has already predetermined its pattern
Too fragile
I have read the most beautiful melancholy "Distance" Modern Poetry 4
Why is our distance like that? Far away
People who live in my heart
People I cherish the most
People who have never hugged me because they are too precious
< p> Because I didn’t give everyone the happiness they haveI love you, the person who has never laughed.
Always stay with me through joys and sorrows*** person
As long as I can do it for you, I will do my best
Dear, I will protect you forever
Thank you for always trusting me Me, wait for me
Wait for me, a person with many shortcomings
If there is an afterlife
I hope you will still be my favorite in the next life
Even if we are lost in the dark night
We will be each other’s street lights to light each other’s way
No matter it is a strong wind or a heavy rain
Please don’t let go My hand
When I am tired
When I am weak, you are always by my side to accompany me
I always treat you like this with " "I'm sorry" instead of "thank you"
Dear, I will protect you forever
Thank you for always trusting me
Wait for me, wait for me There is a lot of this A person with shortcomings
My dear, every time I call you this
I will feel happy and cry with happiness
I love you< /p>
Goodbye, my love.
"Distance" Modern Poetry 5
Reading you from the distance of a poem
There are too many encounters in life
Destined to meet once in a while Teach people to remember deeply
Your steps through the world of mortals
The sound of impact in the depths of my gentle heart
The kind of love at first sight The feeling of love
Read the romantic poetry of a season in the eyes
And some melancholy of parting
But it turned into the faint sigh in the wind
Searching for you countless times in the traces of time
You are still so warm and out of reach
I want to bloom all the tenderness for you In the palm of your hand
But the flowers blooming in the dream have a little rain of lovesickness
Thousands of thoughts are lightly locked between the eyebrows
In the watery moonlight I write quietly
The world is far away, and my longing is endless
Why do beautiful encounters always flash across the sky like fireworks
A piece of paper lasts for years, and half a paper Whispers from the heart
I can only read you from the distance of a poem
Looking at the fragrant traces we walked together
The person who makes you laugh and cry It can only be placed in the bottom of my heart
Integrate your thoughts into the passing wind
Many years later, on a calm day
Will you also be in time? In the long river
Gently salvage those shallow and beautiful memories "Distance" Modern Poetry 6
When Qingming still inhabits in April,
When the weeping willows on the shore are not yet green,
God has arranged rainy seasons one after another,
This continuous rain curtain,
seems to understand the world. plaintive.
The rapeseed flowers in March are extraordinarily brilliant,
The wheat seedlings are also as green as the eyes,
My father has loved them all his life,
In the field tending these crops,
His bitter sweat condenses on every plant and tree.
My father is upright and doesn’t like to talk much.
But he is the best at farm work.
He is better than my mother in everything from the fields to the kitchen.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
This is a good habit he has developed throughout his life.
My father was sincere and never wanted to care about others.
He tolerated neighbors as long as he could tolerate them.
He gave in to others when he could.
Realistic I can't help but smoke a cigarette and drink a drink.
How many unnecessary troubles have been avoided.
My father has never traveled far in his life,
He has no culture in his belly,
But he knows how to love his children,
How to manage them Take care of your own little world
Decades of ups and downs passed through spring, winter, autumn and summer.
Countless times I have envied those hairy temples,
They can still call "Dad" one by one,
Every time during the sacrificial season,
I can only hold a bouquet of flowers,
Go to your grave and whisper Dad, Dad.
Missing you, only separated by a handful of soil,
I silently pulled out the weeds on the tomb,
Kneeling down on my knees to tell you Talk,
Dad, how are you doing over there?
Can you give me an answer in your dream tonight?
"Distance" Modern Poetry 7
When the flowing water brings the message of spring
When the breeze blows the colors of spring green
I have been in a poem< /p>
Looking for the memory of walking in the spring with you that year
The small courtyard at dusk is as quiet as before
Who cut the ten-mile spring breeze into thin pieces
Traces of traces passed through my heart
So gentle, so delicate
Outside the window, there is the color of a painting
I folded an old story and hid it in In the plain paper
Suddenly a flower bloomed from the corner of my lips
Your breath is still lingering in this flower
The setting sun painted poems on the window< /p>
I live in a poem
I don’t know who the falling petals are.
It is a memory left behind in a previous life
< p> When the flowers bloom, the paintings are beautifulWhen the flowers fall, the poems are enriched
If you come, no matter whether the flowers bloom or fall
, they are the most beautiful in the world The encounter
No matter how deep the love is
Just hold a poetic heart in the palm of your hand
The waiting time is between the eyebrows
Half lonely, half happy
My Jiangnan, your hometown
I am still the woman in plain clothes
I always thought I was waiting A reunion after a long absence
Only separated by a poem's distance
This spring, I am still here
Twisting flowers with a smile and writing poems for you< /p>
In the small print of each page of incense paper, I will be with you
Looking for traces of the blooming flower