Or a bird and another bird fly together.
When escaping from the dust
Eliminate noise
Put the confusion behind you
Rush to an altitude of 10 thousand meters
Accompany all the way
It's clouds, light smoke, ethereal
And Xin-er's poems.
Different from the past
I lean on your shoulder this time.
Close your eyes slowly.
Open my dream.
Modern poetry through glass windows II
A rain stopped there.
The ivy on the roadside is the same as mine.
Expect a color
A sound. Drift from a distance
The cuckoo has come back to life.
A clear melody
The sky is far away and clear.
Life is like falling in a mirror, serene and quiet.
Some stamens are expressing their feelings.
Borrow the wings of a butterfly
Gently stir up the melancholy of March
In spring, it will be so wet.
Cross the past
I know, at dawn.
The light of blessing will go on and on.
Let a flower and grass just pass.
Sometimes, my happiness is a pile of weeds in the field.
Standing in the rainy season in April
It will be windy. Put on your skirt.
The groundhog croaked.
Sunset eyes, kisses on the cheeks.
Boundless smoke and boundless moonlight
Covered, returning migratory birds
The years blossom and bear fruit peacefully.
Looking back, the winter snow is lingering.
Trekking, the blue sky is full of proverbs.
I'm waiting.
Take a breath of free wind and breathe.
If the tide can stand, it will touch the sky.
If the snow-capped mountains can bend down, they will kiss the waves.
a
Cold and clear thoughts.
Hide you in your breath. Cold nose and warm breath.
Come on, make it into a soft ball and lie in my hand.
Music has started, find you with the tip of your lips.
The torch with tears is infinitely close, and a flower opens gently, releasing softness.
b
Light your body temperature with the tip of your tongue. Fall into the spring of love in an instant.
Lock the door at night and let the wind penetrate your chest. Who made Songtao into waves?
a
Shut out the cold, leaving only a candle.
Come on, honey. Spread tenderness and warmth in the wild waves.
Only ups and downs, no breathing. ...
There is a faint light overhead at the endless bottom of the sea.
b
I, try to peel myself off and come to you quietly. Everything revives. The destruction of everything.
You, with the secret in my body, wake up from my heart. The fragrance flies, and the cycle is so long.
a
Snatching inch by inch, trembling inch by inch, burning inch by inch, and then turning around.
The passionate cello penetrates everything and wraps everything.
b
The sound of the piano pours out the most enchanting flowers, which overdraws all imagination. Overdraft all your energy.
The mountains flooded the ocean and the moon came from the sky.
Emit light and sound, and implant love into the interior of spring. Dreams are full of flowers.
a
A seed glows in fine sweat, whispers into rhythm and petals dance.
The arrow roared and surprised, and Yuet Hua retreated one after another.
Flowers bloom into dreams, dreams spread bit by bit, and spring is overflowing.
At the moment, apart from lingering, I only have more gentle lingering.
b
Touching. The vines in the moonlight lit sparks. Love, come and sing in my bones.
At midnight, time was swept away by thoughts, and my body heated up sharply. You, give me a boiling point ...
Like sparks. A piece of ash is whispering. Falling is rebirth.
To stop time, touch your face.
Your temperature, how lonely.
Wind, wind everywhere.
Breathe, can't penetrate.
The voice jumped in my heart but got stuck in my throat.
The bones of time show unbreakable lines.
So be quiet.
Silence contains secrets that words can never reveal and reveal.
It's like a big and quiet hug.
How elegant and boundless, until the end of the speech.
Like the wind into the wind. Soluble in water like water. I can't tell. It can only be kept secret.
Love your innocence, love your talent. The soul burns like crazy for you.
In my heart, there are tigers sniffing roses.
In my heart, there are horses galloping in the wilderness.
In my heart, there are snowflakes burning violently.
In my heart, everything is in silence.
Please take me to another world.
Look at the last moment of destruction.
I choose to start in the darkest night.
What can't be said easily is the deepest love.
Miss, naked. Dive, gradually rise.
This gentle weapon.
Let the painful and happy smile make all the details beautiful.
Go deeper and lock you in. There is no exit.
Deep in the torrent, the sun is long and warm.
Follow the pole, and the ripples are light.
Walking into the pole, the hookah was empty and misty.
Finally, arrive at the flight.
Modern Poetry of Flying 4 That lamp,
Is so dazzling,
Even the eyes-
I also look forward to stepping on it;
That fire,
Is so violent,
Even steel-
Can be melted by it!
However, moths,
That little one,
Xiao Bai's body,
Tender' fluffy body!
But it can,
Brave,
Fearless,
Firm,
arrive
That lamp,
That fire,
Jump on it!
For an instant,
That little one,
Little white fluff!
That's it-
Lost in the flight of the soul ...
however
I saw it,
In that brightly lit place,
Gradually,
At leisure,
Say "no"
Beautiful fairy who wears clouds,
She smiled,
Smile—
Went to the paradise she hoped for ...
Tears streamed down her face,
I
It has also become-
White moth,
Slowly,
Spread your wings slowly. that
Charming lights ...
however
Right behind me,
There's a group of kids-
Crying,
There was a husband-
A cry of grief!
I
Stay-
In the torment of home and fire,
Haggard and haggard ...
I
Not worth it-
With gentleness and courage,
The white velvet fairy is equal!
My soul,
Only here-
Continuous sadness in the rain:
Pain release,
relieve pain ...
Modern Poetry of Flying 5 Waterbirds fly on the soul.
Evolution of Chevrolet Alliance
Fighting such a time and space
Language finally struggles in the desert.
I want your confession to support it
The nobility of the night
Only to be strafed by shadow guns.
I wonder if my eyelashes are stained with the morning light.
But wait here for white.
To a purebred swan goose.
Tell each other about the setting of the moon
Without the penetration of this moment.
There will be no mottling at that moment.
Kill Xiao Kuang
I've seen the inkstone reserved by the bonfire.
The glass of this life
I don't even know where to pour it
Wash yourself a lotus leaf in a snowsuit.
The last conversation sold real money.
Birch will satisfy my life.
Who knows the thick dust between heaven and earth?
A shallow dream jacket.
Sleeping in absurdity and truth
Slowly cross the line between the sun and the moon.
See each other's lingering shadows.
It's not the naivety of cutting hair.
The continuous appearance of those lightning flashes.
Thread fermentation
Grow into yesterday's voyage.
Diamond today.
No one gives in to life.
Just like the flag raised by the Buddha holding a shrine.
This is the custom of arranging under the holy lake.
A rainbow decorated with flowers
The Yin Ruins in Zhou Wang have long since vanished.
Please make your heart lonely and white.
The palm is no longer smooth.
Tell you
Dust and smoke in the emerald territory overhead.
A thin rain curtain
Cover up the unique traces of the past
A bird is flying, flying over the stream.
Out of the shadow of birds ... small fire.
Spring, under the wings
Break through to the left and right
I watched it quietly and flew south.
In the flowing green, along the love
Bring color and singing.
How much like me, my missing.
Fly with it ... look at the peach trees around.
Round and round, waiting for you.
Bring sunshine
◎ Spring breeze is a little drunk.
A south wind blew a carnival.
Rape flowers are in full bloom ... I am sitting on the shallow grass.
Looking forward to the white clouds on the slope.
Bring your news
Time is vast, and spring breeze is slightly drunk.
The butterfly in my body is beautiful.
Looking at the fields in spring.
Wanzhong flowers
The green wind patted me on the shoulder.
Let me light a cigarette ... I smell a faint smell.
The smell of grass is waiting for you to bring sweet details.
Tremble in a dream
I miss you flying like a bird.
Wind brings comfort and spreads imagination.
Walking around ... a lot of green.
Pave the way and let a hundred flowers blossom.
My eyes lit up one flower after another.
Think of these flowers, within reach.
Shake it. Today is your birthday.
I am quietly knitting in the river of time.
Spring of love
I miss you flying like a bird, and we
Put red candles under a tree full of peach blossoms.
Gentle eye contact, your smile
Like a blooming flower
How beautiful the flying modern poem 7 is!
Du Deyan's childhood
Run back and forth at the airport
Count the planes one by one.
plane
A beautiful young woman-
That's the mother who lives alone.
Look at him from a distance
Pain and anxiety
How handsome
Dodd Yankee youth
Counting intently by the airport
One plane after another
That beautiful woman
Still so young
But keep your eyes on my son
More painful and melancholy
How fit and handsome!
Dude Yanji of Youth
Cheer up at the airport
Count and welcome.
One plane after another
Mother, obviously old.
Although it is still beautiful.
Looking at his son with tears in his eyes.
be grief-stricken
Look at this poor kid.
So I've been counting planes for 20 years.
If it weren't for that evil night
He should be able to build a plane.
One night 20 years ago.
His father was as drunk as a fiddler.
Then there was a fierce quarrel.
Followed by brutal atrocities.
It was the child who walked forward.
Hug my father tightly.
With a bang
The child fell heavily. ...
When the child finally woke up.
I can't remember anything in my head.
Just looking at the sky with attachment
Muttering about airplanes, flying ...
I'm divorced and have children.
Moved near this airport.
I accompany him to count planes every day.
Expect a miracle one day.
But 20 years have passed
Fate doesn't care.
He is from seven to twenty-seven.
You can only count to seven at most
Poor child, mother is old.
Mom can't be with you forever.
Mom will die one day.
Who will accompany you to count the planes?
In short, let's take a trip.
Go to China, a mysterious country.
Of course we will go by plane.
Take Boeing 757.
Du Deyenki seems to realize something.
Open your eyes with joy and confusion.
Suddenly stretched out his powerful arms.
Hug your mother warmly.
In this way, they flew over the ocean.
Fly over mountains and plains.
Finally flew to China.
Fly to the hometown of dragons.
They visited the Forbidden City.
climb the Great Wall
Visited the Terracotta Warriors.
He also visited Tibet.
They flew all over China.
I visited all the places of interest.
Finally settled in Guangzhou
Check into the White Swan Hotel.
Mother is exhausted.
Once you lie down, you can't remember it anymore.
Du Deyenki's energy doubled.
Leaning against the railing alone, overlooking the beautiful night scene.
A thousand thoughts touched my heart.
Thoughts and ideas are all related to "flying"
It seems to have golden wings.
You can fly freely.
At this moment, a plane broke through the night sky.
The deafening roar lasted for a long time
He felt the call of mysterious fate.
Fly into the night sky with a long whistle.
Du Deyenki flew like this.
So the happy life ended.
Mother never got up again.
Always close your beautiful eyes.
Modern poetry flies 8 when disaster comes.
Did you finish your homework at dawn?
Kind grandparents
Why is it in your slightly parted lips?
I'll never hear it again.
The voice of chanting Buddha
It was supposed to be
Warm season.
Why is it snowing all over the sky?
Autumn in winter
I picked that bunch of lilacs.
Who else is going?
Continue to worship around the Buddhist temple.
When disaster strikes,
Did you finish the work early in the morning?
Tired mom and dad
Why in your clenched fist
I can't smell it anymore.
The smell of earth and grass
It was supposed to be
Busy farming season.
Why is it snowing all over the sky?
Autumn in winter
Folded wicker bundle
Who can?
Continue to hang outside the tent door
When disaster strikes,
Did your morning reading start at dawn?
Diligent brother and sister
Why is it in your tight schoolbag?
I'll never see it again.
Naive thoughts
It was supposed to be
The season of germination
Why is it snowing all over the sky?
Autumn in winter
And the bunch of spring flowers I picked.
Who can I give it to?
Bring the hope of spring
Flying modern poetry 9 carefree time
Pick up the beauty of the residual flowers
Mo Yun is inlaid with a piece of paper.
When the nib is light.
Stepping on the broken time
Let go of feelings.
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end
Petals are flying and fragrant.
Soft and soft, whispering
Horae is full of flowers.
Sadness flies to the sky everywhere.
Miss lingering into a rain of flowers
/
A flower withered and a flower bloomed.
Green represents the beauty of May.
And I am still intoxicated in the colorful spring.
Indulge in the love of wild roses.
Hold a cloud of persistence and expectation.
Bit by bit, bit by bit.
/
If the afterlife can really become a little flower.
I want to be an elegant flower.
Quiet beauty is in a small square garden.
Jingmei is in your heart.
Look at the silence, look at the peace.
Quietly accompany you sad, quietly accompany you happy.
Always with an initial heart, look down on prosperity and stay together for a long time.
/
Listen, how melodious and lingering the wind is.
The rustling leaves sound like beautiful notes.
Full of tenderness and happiness
The bird is quiet, and the flowers smile and bend their eyebrows.
The lingering sound is full of fragrance.
Ran Ran time, beautiful years, quiet mood.
Shallow words fall gently with the wind, and they find happiness and parting.