Modern poetry

Modern poetry 1 is a swallow pecking at mud.

Who are you busy for and who are you running for?

Ben is a cow pulling a cart.

Climb around and work hard.

Wind comes and rain goes.

Endless hardships and inevitable setbacks.

It's hard to be a man. It's hard to be human.

How to live?

Immerse yourself in pain

be all tears

Life is like a kaleidoscope.

Sweet and sour is life.

Ordinary people.

I will support you and me with my meager income.

This is a wheel for drawing water.

Time flies when the lights are out.

This is the fruit of the storm.

There have also been moments when flower buds bloom gently.

An inescapable robbery

Endless knot

It's hard to be a man. It's hard to be human.

How should I live?

Dare to pull a tooth out of a tiger's mouth

You can lick the blood on the tip of the knife.

Open and honest.

This is our way of life.

A man who lives like steel.

Live a life of indomitable spirit, not at all.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not.

There is a kind of pain in the world,

Palm can't get out of the sun, palm is very lonely,

Rose hair, lonely hair,

Loneliness is like lightning and thunder, which burns eyebrows and blinds eyes.

I feel lonely like wine, lonely like the black rain this season,

Drop by drop, every drop looks like you,

I know, I'm stupid, stupid, crazy, crazy, admit it,

I know, I like it, I cried, I hate it, I was wrong, I was tired,

Loneliness is like lightning and thunder, which burns eyebrows and blinds eyes.

Rose hair, lonely hair,

Palm can't get out of the sun, palm is very lonely,

It doesn't matter whether you come or not,

From the loneliness of crying to the numbness of laughing,

Loneliness becomes the reliance of pulse beating,

Loneliness becomes an addiction that can't be stopped.

How to heal the wound, how to calm the heartbeat.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not,

Will you come? At the limit of my life, under the abstraction of light and shadow,

You will come, but it is no use coming.

Because I'm dead,

My body and soul were corroded, I died,

You won't come before I die.

After I died, you walked around from a sad song.

Is sadness still useful,

Because I'm dead,

My body and soul were corroded, I died,

Sorrow is useless,

So, it makes no difference whether you come or not,

I feel lonely like wine, lonely like the black rain this season,

Drop by drop, every drop looks like you.

Answer 3 of modern poetry

As long as you gently

gently

Open your mouth.

I am the simplest one.

The most direct

Even if it is direct.

A person who can penetrate the heart.

Sword-like

A short answer

Even if you use the smallest and farthest

The voice of

Can also hold my heart tightly.

tightly

Pull to the lips

At that moment, I will stop breathing.

Heart Stop Beating

So that I can quietly

carefully

Taste the taste in the answer

Whether sweet, sour or bitter.

I can satisfy

happily

Bring one

A calm heart like water

calmly

Walk through a person's world

Modern Poetry 4 can't give a decent answer, everything in the room is so real.

Birds are flying, trees are swaying and singing like beams on the roof.

Fireflies glow in clusters at night, and owls are dozing off.

The tree turned into a beautiful reflection.

Where the apple tree stood, it was left in the dark grass

It's a milky ring, and the resin is counting beauty.

Clusters are listed in the dream of acacia.

The shadow of a bird is more direct than the shadow of a tree.

Owls also fly at night, just like through the roof at night.

The shadow under the tree refuses to be pale, and the tree is taller than the tower.

I am stirring the light and shadow of fireflies.

A dream, a fantasy in a dream.

The beauty of suspense is taking a nap.

I saw birds flying on the roof.

Your long-awaited bow

Play the most beautiful melody

Answer to Modern Poetry 5 1

The answer is that people do it.

The answers vary widely.

A paper plane thrown out as a child

Have no purpose

No direction

Dream kites in the blue sky

Fate moves with the wind.

2

The sun in early winter

Tender love

Look at the world with narrow eyes

People come and go.

Too often.

The unknown is close at hand.

Away from home

three

Light the stove.

Swallow water vapor

Tell a cold story

The fusion of ice and fire

Choose what?

Map. What?

Fate is ups and downs

four

Corner of the city

The story of abandonment

Give you the answer in one hand.

One hand gives you the answer.

Accept or not accept

It's all due to fate.

This is life.