You will cry.
When you see
Your kind
Be an executioner
Will you cry because you are weak?
That's a
Sheep running on the grassland
It is carefree.
I don't know myself.
Will become a man
Oral food
It saw a man coming.
Naively think
It's for myself.
But what awaits it is
A bundle of rope
It struggled.
It howled.
but
useless
When his head was brutally cut off again
Its body
Solid cloth
Solid cloth
while
That tear
When it landed,
As if covered with blood
no
That's blood.
Dazzling red
you will
For it.
Crying?
"Tears" Modern Poetry 2 Children
Please dry your tears.
Don't cry.
Look at uncle PLA.
It's for you.
bind up a wound
You see doctors and nurses.
Work for your brother and sister.
Perform a surgical operation
Look at the police aunt.
Work for your brother and sister.
Feeding and breastfeeding
Look at so many uncles and aunts.
Working for your parents.
Find the way home.
children
Please dry your tears.
Don't cry.
The earthquake made you lose your parents.
But we are all yours.
parents
The earthquake cost you your house.
But all of China.
It's yours everywhere
Go home
children
Please dry your tears.
Don't cry.
Look, the entrepreneurs from the East are coming.
Bring you a shelter from the wind and rain
Look, the condolence team from South China is coming.
Bring you the smile of the person you love.
Look, the teacher from the west is coming.
Brought you life-saving food
Look, the rescue team from northern Xinjiang is coming.
Brought you hope and help for survival.
children
Please dry your tears.
Don't cry.
What is the difficulty?
What is the fear of disaster?
children
Please dry your tears.
Don't cry.
toughly
Hold your head high.
The road left behind
Let's go together.
Through pain, through sadness
With our hard-working hands
Create a more beautiful China.
"Tears" Modern Poetry 3 Yesterday's Tears
In today's calendar
Gradually turn yellow
Show the story of the years
yesterday
What keeps us warm in love?
In the painful tears of losing freedom
Divide heaven and earth
today
In this season
We are full of pride.
Let this season of deep appreciation
Let the training of time
Prove everything
We grow beauty.
This harvest season
Looking up at the autumn wind and clouds
Bow down to the color of the earth
The beginning of the story
in a flash
Turn slowly
once
Shyness of love
today
She can release as much as she wants.
Everything is broken.
Let her start over.
Do you know the modern poem "Tears"
I will eventually step on the ice and snow alone.
Go to Tianya
Tianya Tianya
hometown
Blurred the line of sight
Maya R.
Sobbing
But I chose to start.
Because of this, I have never forgotten to carry your trust, your affection and your love in my bones.
Dry, like weeds deep in the mountains.
Rong, the Chunhua of Ruoling
Even if you encounter a little snowy night from time to time.
Even if the memory is full of scars.
The Maya river winds deep in the wilderness.
Your sad years
Your painful past
Just like mom suggested.
Youth is like fire
Refuse hoarseness
Holding your crystal smiling face
I am snowflake.
Monsoon! monsoon
I ask you not to hesitate.
Blow it.
Blow it.
Blow it quickly.
Under the dark soil.
There is no doubt that I will always be the' spring bud' of your green dream.
In the grass.
Zhitoushang
Even by the stream of the mountain stream.
Everywhere is full of my lush wings.
Rain on a summer night
Hazy and damp
I whisper in the air.
The pace of time
Urged me
The fourth movement of bees dancing and butterflies dancing
Take care of me
However, the fragrance and the beauty of dreams
She is not entirely the darling of spring.
For example, barbarism and arrogance
He performed killing and blood.
That's definitely not beautiful.
It's pain, it's a scar of sin.
Missed the flowering period
Also missed the wind and rain
But the depths of my life
Love, still
Dream, still
Still hate
Therefore, I will eventually choose a person to set out and look forward to the horizon of towards the distant without hesitation. ...
The fog in the cold autumn is about to disappear.
The mottled past seems to be still struggling.
Because, I have no fragrance.
No spring flowers
In my childhood, she only shed tears.
My youth, she always coughed up blood.
And in my life, why did she indulge in the instantaneous sunset in the distant horizon in such a hurry?
Take a walk under the autumn moon
Give a wink.
Sing an autumn leaf
Soothe my soul
my love
My dream is never to be lonely.
Honey. Fresh milk
Hanging on the mother's chest
Like the Maya River.
Every minute of my life.
Sing forever
Bloom forever
Finally, it will be shown in a magical fairy posture.
Continuous autumn rain
be all tears
Every time I hear your footsteps
In the arms of my hometown
I am happy with my immortal fairy tale.
Pick a tear.
Take it back to your hometown.
There are azaleas everywhere.
Tall and straight Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica Mongolia, delicate wild strawberries, peony flowers.
And crystal clear wild grapes.
This is all the blood flowing in my life
It is also my unique autumn fruit and spring flower.
I am your daughter Ma Yanhe.
……
Meet the sound of autumn rain at the end of the world
Sound is my pain and my dream.
This is my home.
And the resounding answer that must be made in the journey of chasing the sea.
Sound and autumn rain
Autumn rain sound
You are on my cheek.
One, forever
Tears that never fade
tears
flower ...
I've always wanted to write something for my mother, but I really don't know where to insert the pen. My mother is a good worker, and the land can be verified. My mother is a model of filial piety, and the path to and from grandma's grandfather's house can be verified. My mother is a model of a harmonious neighborhood, which can be verified by the villagers in the village streets. My 70-year-old mother, kind and simple, firmly believes that a good man needs no confession to be rewarded. As she told me, there is a tear in every day lily, which gathers and gathers, but it will never flow out. That is the nourishment of life.
I don't know
Where to start?
The land next to the village.
Thirty years.
After the rain
And planted corn.
Every tukla there
She knows everything.
Whispered to her countless times.
I was here once.
Take her pole.
Pick the harvest into grandpa's dream
I don't know
Where to start?
The path under the big tree
Forty years.
Under the scorching sun
Come and go with energy.
Every gully there
She knows everything.
Printed her busy and tired footprints.
I was here once.
Follow her eyes
Run all the way to grandma's arms
I don't know
Where to start?
The kitchen in this old street is full of smoke.
In an instant.
unconsciously
Also getting old.
Every simple face there
She knows everything.
Helped through difficult memories.
I was here once.
In her words
Write xuanhua's legendary poems.
"Tears" Modern Poetry 6 A dream like a lifetime ago
Sing like fingerprints carved by the wind on the water.
Want to reach out and touch the tears of Iraqis lost in BC?
Who knows that the cycle of time has already dried up the memory.
Footprints on the bluestone board are brushes left by laughter.
Want to hug each other and listen to the story spread by four-leaf clover again
But the author's hand has sealed the sequel.
Unfinished poems are cold in snowy weather.
A slowly dying heart is resurrected at midnight in the dead of night.
Lonely tears disturbed Qiao's face and made makeup break the calm in front of the ancient mirror.
Fragments of memory are frozen on the frozen lake.
Waiting for fireworks to bring warm heartstrings in the coming year.
The lines are scattered and the thoughts are salty.
Memories between the five fingers, playing homesick strings on the guzheng.
Broken strings, broken lines, making a mess of looking back on the marriage of a thousand years.
The attachment of this life has become a shallow dive.
Whose song sings tactfully in the faint mountain stream
All kinds of disturbances, ups and downs in a time like years and months.
The tears of Iraqis confuse the rainy and snowy days of emotion.
Facial injury, blurred eyes.
Yiren tears
Drunk painters can't twist the years, the past is like smoke.
"Tears" modern poem 7 nights,
Cruel and beautiful,
Lonely season,
Busy people,
I was the only one,
Wandering in a strange city,
Heal the wound,
20xx.8.22by ratio, small seven, pen
I remember a long time ago,
I always show them off,
I'm not afraid of loneliness,
But,
Suddenly I found out,
I'm too weak,
Well,
Night,
Lonely sky,
Got it,
Deep-rooted loneliness,
Flooding my empty heart like a flood,
I feel a little suffocated,
Well,
Really uncomfortable,
Insist?
I can't imagine,
I'm alone every day,
I'm like a derailed train,
I don't know where to go,
Maybe,
I should,
Choose your own path,
Looking up at this half moon,
I have an impulse to cry,
Only you didn't abandon me,
Taste this deep loneliness,
I don't know how long this day will last,
Early in the morning,
When the sun has not yet shone into the house,
I got up early,
After washing,
Bring your own cottage phone,
Go downstairs to the lounge chair in the yard,
Alone in a daze,
The cold wind blows on my vicissitudes,
It's midsummer in the blink of an eye,
Alas,
But I still can't feel the heat of the sun,
Friends,
I don't know how I spent this long day,
Watching the leaves fall from the tree,
This scene really suits me,
Surrounded by lovers in twos and threes,
I feel a little uncomfortable,
Very uncomfortable,
Like you're lovelorn,
Touching the scar silently,
Corner,
My eternal world,
Look at their intimate movements, expressions,
I really can't stay.
Time to go,
Long shadows are slowly elongated,
I stood up,
Leave quietly,
Don't disturb these happy lovers,
Well,
Not my world,
Websites that don't belong to me,
Not where I should be,
Bless them silently,
Happy, sweet and happy ending,
Why is that love,
Always a sad ending?
Walking alone,
Continue my journey,
Taste the warmth of the world,
And the loneliness that cannot be erased,
Take away everything that belongs to me,
Without leaving a trace,
Drift away,
Spend this long time quietly,
Left behind,
Throw it to you,
Author: Xiao Qi, pen.
"Tears" Modern Poetry 8 Your Green Face
Facing the mottled sky
This is an interesting bird.
Flying and dancing
Live freely.
Step lightly on the bluestone board.
These children are like birds.
Full of youth and ignorance.
Your old texture
Sigh the passage of time
A layer of moss-like rings.
Accumulated a fine of ten years.
Live freely.
Hurriedly stepped over the green flag.
Splash with mud
Leaving only suffocating dust.
Your tears make you cry.
Confused on a bloody day in cold weather.
Covered in the boundless sky.
Go astray
Live freely.
Fall in front of the green flag
Stumbling in a pool of blood
Left with a pair of ferocious eyes.
Dying bluestone
Your tears are just in vain
A worthless life cycle
Not enough for last-minute prayers.
Your tears are just in vain
Sacrifice to sinners for nothing
The end of life has come to an end
……
"Tears" Modern Poetry 9 Appreciation of Modern Poetry: Tears of Angels
A Little Bit of Heaven
The moment the meteor fell.
Fall into the dark surface
It's too late to recover the feeling of no longer.
Tianxin is broken.
A secret you can't hide.
Take a hidden shot of an alley leading to the edge.
The gaunt face masks the beauty of Deng Hua.
A crystal ball in the distance
Can you predict its passing?
Swear once
I seem to feel lonely in the dark.
In the end, angels can't forget the pain.
to dry one's eyes
So it began to snow.
Bury that sad heart
This unintentional is the biggest exception.
Angels passing by in a hurry
Chasing a reborn meteor
The dream of thinking hard will still not come true.
Attachment bathed in the silence of the starry sky.
Yu Yun Zhu Ji
Angels need attachment when they cry.
The heart that warms everything is so lonely
Meteors gain eternal life.
After taking the antidote of time, he smiled with relief.
His wings of hope soar in the vast universe.
Tears in heaven and smiles in heaven
Re-appear ......
"Tears" modern poem 10 hero, afraid of incense in the kiss xiu.
The beauty in her arms is shy and in rags.
she
Smile, you are already beautiful. Look forward to the first, pay attention to traffic. Open lips, guzheng, musical instruments and sounds.
Accustomed to her charm, I can't value other femme fatale.
He thought
She will accompany him to enjoy the picturesque scenery.
She thought
He will release his horse and take her around the world.
Since then, they have cared for each other all their lives.
but
Lonely love ended in bitterness, turned to the afterlife and stepped on the afterlife.
The weirder, the better.
Half pillow sand cabinet, warm and delicate.
But she left and rode on a white horse.
The owner of the white horse is not him.
he said
Love without regrets is humble and sinks into the sea of suffering. Success or failure is right and wrong. Look at yesterday and laugh at the future. I love it, so I'm here, and I won't say goodbye with a smile when I turn around and leave.
Frowning for the dream.
Trivial words have Qian Qian's absolute worry, and the water is weak.
Silk rain pours out leisure worries, and acacia makes people thin.
He has been looking for it.
The sun sets outside the yellow paper window.
The cloudy day is getting darker and darker, and the sky is blue after the rain, and there are people on both sides.
He has been looking for it.
Even a cruel explanation.
One night, he found her
The night is too delicate and charming, and the twilight covers your face.
She said nothing, and he said nothing.
The moon is close to the shadow, and it is empty. Who is heartbroken under the glass curtain, tears are empty, and it is difficult to sleep.
He saw him.
He asked.
The hero doesn't ask the source, 10. How can you take her with you?
White horse owner said with a smile
I am from Linyi.
Heroes cry and beauties laugh.