Walk out of Peking University
How can I get it?
Strive for a perfect laboratory
A thoughtful desk
Flying playground
the last time
Sitting alone in a cabin
why
The door to greet and send is silent.
The sunset window is silent.
The warm and dreamy bed is silent.
tomorrow
Winding and deep
alley
Pull my skirt.
I refused to leave it to her.
Deep and long
A string of footprints
Oh, Beijing
Cherish my ignorance
Teach me to grow up
Put it gently in your ear.
whisper
life
It will never end.
The so-called last last
Precisely
new
Set sail
Finally Modern Poetry 2 (1)
Use witchcraft
Make an alternative graft.
Combine birds with bass.
Let chrysanthemum and purple bamboo fall in love.
Osmanthus fragrans green leaves lean on clouds and dreams.
The hut smells of spring.
Before approaching the canyon
I want the butterfly to have a bumpy dream.
In a rich and clean place
Chinese redbud in hand
Make the final embellishment for autumn
(2)
Autumn rain is lingering.
The weather is warm and cold.
Reconciliation and opposition.
The residual load struggled for the last time in the pond.
She is sad, she is silent, and she is helpless.
How many friendly encounters she squandered.
In late autumn
Measure the distance between rain and load.
One dream after another spread to the distance.
Has already left.
A drop of disillusionment
Enough to light the lamp of hell.
(3)
I'll tell the homeless
Buddha once walked through Dan Huade's childhood.
Autumn is coming.
No house, no home.
Some whispers came in.
There are some unimaginable things in life.
The related path has been sealed.
And the heart is still beating outside the body.
Find a cave to sleep alone.
Prosperity is neglected, and illness is far away.
Who cares about your life and death?
(4)
Wake up at dawn
Mist enveloped the Jade Belt River.
The golden fields are sown with eternal love.
Happiness and pain
Dew leaks time.
Moisturize the branches of life together
We thank the creator together, noble and bearing the cross.
The earth on the dragon is awake.
Looking forward to the primitive barbaric invasion of farmers
In her dreamy years
The flowering season of agricultural production.
Finally, the day of modern poetry has come.
Father told me to go to bed.
Hold my hand tightly
My tears are spinning in my eyes.
My heart is bleeding.
The outside world is gray.
All the budding vitality has disappeared.
The air has also solidified.
Looking at my dying father
Hidden under silver hair
A face wrinkled like brown paper.
The body was gnawed into a skeleton by disease.
No tender skin as a teenager.
When there is nothing left, it is the heyday.
All that's left is heartbreaking remnants.
My father took my hand.
The corners of the mouth trembled slightly.
The voice came with a faint breath.
"Son, I am coming to the end of my life.
But I am the happiest and most satisfied today.
Because this is your first time with me.
It is also the last Father's Day.
In recent years, I have achieved nothing.
In this life, I am an ordinary person.
Home, home, home, home, home, home.
I love my family and my country, and I love others.
I know that home is the home of a country, and the country is the country of a country.
Love is to love others, and to love others is to love yourself.
I hope so too.
Don't be small.
Don't do it just because you are young.
My son has grown up and is independent and self-reliant.
I can smile in the grave. "
I listened, remembering my father's past.
That shoulder is sweating like rain.
The pace is flying and the momentum is like a rainbow.
Sound like Hong Zhong, eyes like an eagle.
That love is like the arrogance of America in the past.
My father.
You fell.
My cheeks are covered with tears.
suddenly
Father withdrew his hand.
Get down to bed slowly.
My eyes are gradually closed.
He left.
On the last festival of life
Leave me precious spiritual wealth.
Also left me with eternal regret!
Finally, modern poetry 4 listening
The sea is roaring.
The sea without boundaries is boundless.
The wind blows over the sea level.
Like a windbreaker worn by a cleaner.
I know he will devour everything.
Swallow all the sadness and roar.
look
The loser is trembling.
Blood vessels protrude from the skin surface.
Anger burns in the storm.
Losers run at night with frequent lightning.
This is the last trip.
This is the final redemption.
I know you are angry.
I know you have to swallow the sweat.
Phoenix is burning, phoenix is burning.
listen to
The fire is burning in the field.
The earth is shaking and you are running.
Loser, you are angry.
You fight lightning.
Soar in the ocean
Rebirth from the fire! Rebirth from the fire!
This is your last battle before dawn.
Burning! Burning! Burning like a phoenix
Learn to be boundless in sadness!
That was the last time I saw you.
Your eyes are blurred with tears.
I watched quietly.
But I can't come near you.
That was the last time I saw you.
We agreed to go our separate ways.
And I know I can't stay.
Because we live in different places, we can't give up everything together.
That was the last time I saw you.
But it's not like the first time I saw you.
You will leave me forever.
Disappear into my life
That was the last time I saw you.
Although we agreed never to part.
And you can only live in my heart.
I can't be as delicate as when I smooth the fine lines on your forehead.
That was the last time I saw you.
Even if I see you again in my dream.
Finally, modern poem 6 is arranged like this.
Write the wall of ideas in code
Build an emotional house
I am driving away the slaves in my heart.
Complete the overload of taxes and imperial grain
This is the combination.
Build the legendary carved beams and painted buildings
Decorate the Qushui in the history books.
The fate of the emperor depends on my fate.
Scholars make waves, and they make waves next.
I have a plot against my ex.
I have the arrogance of trampling on Shixian.
Thoughts are always more flustered than footsteps.
Even talking in a dream intermittently in the dark.
Hide and hide
There is no secret heirloom in hand.
Like a fallen craftsman
More often, I wait gloomily alone.
Like an alien trapped in a mire
At the end of despair, seize the last hope.
Finally, Modern Poetry 7 sucked up the last smog.
Dunzhe Ling
The sky whimpered down.
All the people dare not breathe.
Someone is condemning
Someone's leaving.
I have neither condemned
Didn't leave either.
Condemn-condemn who?
Leave-It is more difficult for me to leave than to stay.
Let's all leave.
This place is no longer suitable for revelry.
Let me stay.
Suck the smoke from the sky.
When you set foot on this land again
You will definitely see my statue.
Please see how dark it is!
The sky whimpered down.
You must take something with you before you leave.
But I bet
You can't see what you've paid.
at any time
When you need to imagine the height of the sky
When day and night imprison people's footsteps.
We should shout!
We should charge!
Only fighting can be liberated!
until today
I found the haze in the sky.
Has grown up in everyone's mind.
I really have no reason to leave.
I want to see myself imprisoned day by day.
Imprisoned as the hardest statue made of smoke in history.
Try to suck up the last smoke in the sky.
I made a final confession for the blue sky when I came!
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.
Finally, the story of modern poetry is like a slow-moving Wu Peng.
The evening rain on the horizon suddenly passed through the town, and frogs were heard in the mud pond under the bridge.
The story is like a slowly moving awning, an umbrella brace, and the wind wrinkles several fine lines.
There are several vines wrapped around the blue bricks and tiles, and passers-by can be seen faintly in the narrow lanes of slate.
Who will brew a pot of Biluochun, scoop a spoonful of lotus seed soup and hug a pillow at the door of the store?
Lend me a few nights.
Lv Ying sleeve slightly cold, fishing lamp, where to catch wine Weng, ear asked.
Can you warm yourself with two lamps and make a brazier?
Lend me a few more nights to foretell the fate of Jiangnan.
Waiting for a Zheng, waiting for a past life.
How many rings does the old tree have? Green hair is the foil of white hair.
Poetry and wine dusk
Roof, moonlight, courtyard fence, bamboo stool.
I use poetry wine * * * you cook the afterheat of the sunset and lean on crutches in the shade.
Steaming glutinous rice slowly with osmanthus, and then sealing several jars of new wine in the cellar.
When you get old, it is mellow, as thick as a kiss between your eyebrows and your lips.
Let me become serious in my life.
Who burns sandalwood in Zen? I'm only pious because your eyebrows are folded.
When we were in junior high school, we acquiesced.
Misty rain sounds like you are following, quietly hiding in this fishing village.
Waiting for the knocking at the door of the past life, waiting for the passing of that moment.
You are dedicated with love words, and you are infatuated with the beautiful scenery of Yuanyang.
Can you borrow a few nights to lay the groundwork for the fate of Jiangnan?
Play a zither, welcome past lives, let me be serious in this life, and go to your last journey.
Finally, snowflakes floated outside the house.
Pushing the door open, I reached for it.
It fell into the palm of your hand and turned into slag.
It is the same snow.
You brushed it off for me.
It becomes a flower in your hand.
Mottled memories are bitter.
We also have happiness.
How did it change while you were away?
At the beginning, we agreed on our own world.
Why do I care again?
Goodbye is also dumb.
We walked through the wind, rain and sunshine.
Through the sunset, through the morning.
How could I leave you?
Why don't you stay?
You disappear in my eyes and stay in my heart.
If you marry her,
There are not enough tissues in the world for me to wipe.
You left.
You are everywhere
Books read, movies watched, roads taken.
It's always easy to think of you
Not as beautiful as you.
It's no use spreading it through the ages
I'm still dialing that number
Do you know
You are my nightmare that I can't sleep at night.
Ceci est Mon Corps
This is the bone marrow in my body
It's torture that goes deep into the bone marrow
I heard that love can last forever.
When you are old, quarrels are inevitable.
Quarrel makes feelings better and better.
If I could be more rational
If you can be more tolerant.
Are we still in love?
You used to make fun of me for crying.
Then give me coquetry comfort.
(Expressing disapproval, shock or anger) Excuse me?
If I were water
Do you want to cook fish?
Snowflakes fell from the sky to the students.
beautiful
then
See the heavy snow covering the asphalt road again.
I miss you very much.
Finally, modern poetry 10 April 1 April Fool's Day.
(* _ _ *) Hee hee ...
Even if you deceive yourself
Knowing that this will be the result.
But you have to hurt yourself.
Forget it.
Let it go.
Even if you hurt yourself for the last time.
I was really depressed yesterday.
I cried the first time I slept in bed at night.
I broke up with him until now.
I've always insisted
Make yourself feel indifferent
Pretend to be strong
Never cried.
I also pretend to be strong in front of them.
They said relax, be happy and don't think about it.
He shouldn't be like this.
I am very strong, smiled and said
What? What are you talking about?
I feel very happy and happy now.
What am I sad about?
That's because he is not blessed.
He will never find a good woman like me again.
Be so kind to him
It was his bad luck. I'm not sad.
What about the facts?
Hmm. How interesting
I feel really bad in my heart
I don't understand why we are like this.
Why are they so good together?
Why can't we?
Aren't we very much in love?
Why do you change when you change?
I'm really sorry.
I just keep it in my heart.
Pretend to be strong
Don't cry.
In fact, I am not strong on the surface.
I am very useless.
I am very weak.
I cried last night.
Cry very sadly
Because I really can't stand it.
I can't take it anymore.
The room is dark.
I cried alone under the covers.
I feel very uncomfortable in my heart
Because I still miss him, I still love him very much
I know what I should do.
A lot of people told me
If you really love, don't give up.
Try your best; Try to do it
But I really fought for it
I tried.
He's still like that.
I really don't know what to do.
Because I really love him.
I'll take care of my bag this morning.
I asked Bao what I should do.
Baoshuo
Then spell it one last time.
If he's still like that
Then give up.
Stop thinking about him.
So I won't think of him and I won't regret it.
And then I said yes.
Give us one last chance.
I asked Bao for his phone number.
Today is April Fool's Day.
So I sent him a message and lied to him.
He was really taken in.
He called me, but I didn't answer.
I sent him a message saying, "Fool, April Fool's Day is coming!" "
He said, "Shit."
Then I said, "Shit! I'm Tina! "
He did, but it really broke my heart.
"I don't know anyone named Tina."
When I saw this news,
My disappointed tears came out again.
Suddenly the whole person is empty.
I don't know why this is the result.
I said forget it.
Don't think about it.
Know that I will be like this.
Why do you want to do it?
Let go.
Delete everything about him.
Don't think about it.
So I hacked his QQ.
I put him in that group.
I quit the group.
I also deleted my mobile phone number. I don't remember.
I deleted everything about him.
I won't think about it anymore.
I won't love again.
Because I was deeply hurt.
I can't hurt myself anymore.
I'm really tired.
Very tired.
Today is April Fool's Day.
Pretend you're not being cheated.
Self-deception.
This is also the last time you were injured.
Let yourself be hurt for you for the last time.