Chapter One: Modern Poetry of Travelers; These shameful words are bald and foggy.
Ten fingers stick out from the window of the exile.
They disguised themselves as ancient surnames.
Walk along the river bank and meet.
Come back to yourself from heaven.
Walking on faded music, light and water
Walking in the past life of Braille
In the season of regret, there is a big light gray bird flying in the sky.
Unless you are having an affair, you will look up.
You see an old-fashioned rain falling on the other side of the sky.
Paper trains travel in bones.
It crosses mountains and rivers.
New porcelain wears teeth in my hometown in spring.
Childhood friends, the old expressions on their faces
Chapter 2: Modern Poems by Passers-by: You are a rose on the balcony,
It's gorgeous
I am a traveler,
Can only stand outside the wall,
Watching you in a daze.
I knocked on the door once,
I want to knock,
Breathe your fragrance,
Listen to your blooming voice,
But still back a corner,
Count the lonely stars in the night sky.
The night is quiet, the moonlight is like a dream, and it is beautiful.
I think you must be driving calmly.
I am just a passer-by,
Let me outside the wall,
Look at it stupidly,
Wandering around foolishly.
I am a traveler,
Never mind when I walk away.
Because of the pain,
-It's hard to leave the one you love.
Chapter three: Some people who pass by modern poetry.
Maybe destined to be a passer-by
something
Maybe destined to float by.
Some roads
Maybe destined to go straight.
Some dreams
Maybe you should be awake when you do it.
It's dark
The next dawn, it will light up.
Wake up
Stop talking, I'm still connected.
Lonely, wandering
Experience and growth.
A variety of flavors
Maybe it's mature
Will be numb.
Maybe numb.
It will be relieved.
laughing all the way
A brother Lu.
year
Right at your fingertips, walking in a hurry
Chapter 4: Traveler's Modern Poetry You come from the rainy season.
It brings more than autumn rain.
There are endless autumn words
Your plain clothes
The tide's gone, Bai Causeway.
Yangliuer on the levee
Willow leaves have already been covered with yellow marks.
Your black hair
As long as sadness is inseparable.
I forgot it in my dream.
A mass of neon lights
When you leave me.
Do you know
That osmanthus plant
I have fallen in love with acacia.
Chapter 5: Modern Poems of Passers-by: You and I met in a sea of people.
Like two quiet bauhinia flowers
The breath of love
But by your side
I just kept silent.
I sometimes stop.
Sometimes I wander.
Just to walk in
The jungle in your heart
How many throbs are as sweet as honey.
How many pens are full of regrets.
Why didn't you get up the courage?
Open my heart to you
although
Just a happy smile.
Chapter VI: Passers-by's modern poetry seems to be yesterday in summer.
People returning home are all wrapped in heavy coats.
Looking at the hometown of early winter.
What time is the rain in Mao Mao?
A few wisps of fog rose.
Tonghua village
This is the place I know best.
Every time I come back,
I'll stay and look around.
Reminds people of the simple taste of hometown.
A bride lives in her hometown.
I came from a long way, too.
Squeeze into a new house along the neighbors.
Eager to see her beautiful face.
Alienated neighbors
Some people can't remember their locations.
Someone asked my name.
But I'm a native.
But it treats me like a married girl far away.
Just because I've been away for too long.
I almost became a guest in my hometown.
Dawn, set out, travel far
I became a passer-by in my hometown!
Be a passer-by in my hometown!
Chapter 7: The dusk before dark in modern poetry.
Chaos beyond the horizon
Fallen leaves, sandstorms and sunset glow
Lonely and scattered
Time has buried youth.
A cold and bitter world
Stepping through the dust of history
Away from the hustle and bustle
Dressed in moonlight
Soothe lonely heart
Good wishes of childhood
Die in the dim light shadow
Fragmented memories
Roaring and vicissitudes
Tree rings of dead trees
Cover up the scars of youth
Miss the moisture of water
Weak and tough
Air-dried ink
Sketch an ethereal soul
Poets and poets' poems
Suddenly collapsed all over.
Sunset sinking
Autumn leaves fall deep.
Cooling youth
Who is wandering in the end of the world?
Bring back some fate
Looking back suddenly, immersed in memories.
Just a passer-by at the end of the world