They sang common sighs.
But don't underestimate these blandness.
Dull cumulative impact.
They also created outstanding works.
Witty words and quatrains may also be hidden among the people.
My friends are all ordinary.
They sharpened the nib.
But they also paint a spectacular picture.
They also write poems.
They also cultivate spiritual homes.
They also reached the top.
My friends are all ordinary.
They rowed ordinary boats.
But they also raised white sails.
They also conquered the distance.
They also walked to the other side of the river and the sea.
They also set off the blue sky.
Wildflowers have the brilliance of wildflowers.
Wildflowers have the brilliance of wildflowers.
Weeds are rare.
Weeds have a green face of weeds.
Ordinary spring
Have their own lingering.
Flowing into the vastness
Ordinary hills
Pile up into infinity
Ordinary bamboo
Root to root
If you were more careful.
There's still something strange.
Modern Poetry: Untitled 2 You came with a prayer tube.
The incantation in Ode to the Holy Scripture
Awaken my long-lost soul
You are holding a seed.
In my barren heart, with a sweet gesture
Plant plants with thorns.
Accuse me
Protect with your heart, bathe with your heart.
I hope next valentine's day
Harvest a love that does not prick the hand.
Bright red rose
Dedicated to the most charming you on Tanabata.
Modern Poetry: Untitled 3 Lonely people do lonely things.
Sad people feel that the sea is so close.
You sat on the balcony and put out your cigarette.
There is no way to change the wind direction.
"If the wind is not blowing in one direction,
It blows in all directions. "
What you said is still somewhere.
Yesterday turned into scallion cake and nicotine.
Well, we should blow it.
Peeing on the locust tree like a dog.
Modern Poetry: Untitled 4 You (we) turn around unintentionally,
For an instant,
I left you quietly,
Disappeared in a complex world,
Since then, there has been no news.
When you gossip about me,
Become a part of your life.
Do you know that I have withered and died,
I want you to see my brilliant appearance,
In this beautiful season.
It is a way of saying and sighing between strangers.
Shocked you.
People who are jealous of me
This second may be full of admiration (for me)
a little regretful
have no use for
Keep your jealousy.
Because now the world is grinding and pushing ghosts.
People who spoil me and care about me.
Do not lament, do not despair,
Think about my frankness and stupidity,
Isn't death a great blessing?
In fact, ants still drag out an ignoble existence.
How could I want to die?
People who love me and people I love.
Please seal and erase my memory forever.
Hide and bury in a corner where no one touches it,
Don't talk about me between you,
I became a helpless sigh,
Remember,
Rain in the sky
It's the tears I miss in the world.
It is also the mark of the world of mortals that I have passed by.
How I wish to see you (us) get old,
Even if I disturb you (us)
I don't want to freeze my life at this age.
Take care, I will leave you happiness,
This is my feeling,
past
Don't think of me again.
This is death and separation in the world.
I will never appear in your life again,
Don't blame me,
Give up your love for me so easily
Maybe it's God's will
Those who love me, remember, I will protect you in heaven!
Modern Poetry: Untitled 5 Is it Melancholy or Sad?
Hesitation or confusion?
Don't want to pretend
But being strong is hard.
Tears bloom in my heart.
My thoughts are not just daydreams.
How many times do you want to fly?
How many heartbreaks?
Is the lack of invisible wings.
Still lack a shoulder to lean on.
Watch the cars coming and going
Looking at the vast sea of people
The shadow leaned against the fence.
What makes people feel excited?
Pick a beam of moonlight
Missing is getting longer and longer.
Gather the sun in front of the window
Memories are swaying in the wind again.
Hold a handful of water in your hand.
Can't reflect your face
I can't see it before.
This machine runs day and night.
Life is like clothes hanging on the side.
Rain or shine, please stay with me day and night.
It seems that I am its bride.
Looking at the dark, looking forward to the dawn.
How can a restless heart be content with the status quo?
Life is like soup.
Is it so light that there is no nutrition?
There are larks singing in the distance.
The stream is flowing happily.
Maybe that's the direction of dreams.
Don't pray for too much glory.
I only wish my family happiness and well-being all the year round.
Don't yearn for the temples in myths and legends.
I just want a beautiful and rich village.
The Yuan Ye is full of cattle and sheep.