How many people live as if they were dead?
How many people love each other, but seem to be separated?
How many people are smiling with tears in their eyes?
Who knows where we should go?
Who knows what life has become?
Is it an excuse to continue living?
Or fly high and stay angry
How do I exist
How many times have I won the honor and felt humiliated?
How many ecstasies are painful?
How many times happiness has stuck in my heart like a knife?
How many glorious times have you lost your mind?
Who knows where we should go?
Who knows what life has become?
Is there a reason to go with the flow?
Or bravely move forward and break free from the cage.
How do I exist
Who knows where we should go?
Who knows what life has become?
Is it an excuse to continue living?
Or fly high and stay angry
Who knows where we should dream?
Who knows what dignity has become?
Is there a reason to go with the flow?
Or bravely move forward and break free from the cage.
How do I exist
There is an era of modern poetry II.
Bring unprecedented pollution to people.
If you want to be seriously poisoned in this era,
You can blossom and bear fruit if you live high.
First of all, clean up thoroughly and empty yourself.
Purge everything from your heart that poisons your opinions, thoughts, beliefs and beliefs.
Give yourself a full format.
Since then, there has been no historical imprint.
There is no ideological framework.
There is no artificial division and division of religion, race, caste, nationality, party, hill and so on.
Free yourself and become a truly simple person.
Secondly, on the basis of emptying your inner garbage
Be sure to keep the inner pure space clear and fresh through meditation.
Let the blue sky of inner essence
Always shining with the light of calm, joy and satisfaction.
From then on, you can feel it.
A quality of happiness, love and compassion.
An inexplicable sense of great value.
From the bottom of my heart
You are still alive
suffice to show that ...
Existence thinks you are worth living.
Existence thinks you are the only one.
Existence thinks you are indispensable.
There are three modern poets.
This is a strange creature.
Only people
Cheer when you are close to death.
Regardless of Chinese new year
Or a birthday?
We are all one step closer to death.
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We celebrate.
I don't know if I have seen through the peace of life and death.
Or the helplessness of broken pots and broken falls
or
Forget the confusion of death
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In childhood
You said you didn't want to grow up.
Your mother and I were both surprised.
ask about
You whispered that you were afraid that mom and dad would get old.
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Your answer
Makes me sad.
Although I didn't tell you
So small
You are afraid of aging and death.
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Dad never knows how to tell you.
The meaning of human existence
Express life and death
today
Dad wants to talk to you.
The reason why dad exists
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Dad's here.
This is because dad is not here.
You can move forward without hindrance.
Dad can't lay all the flowers for you.
Even if dad can do it
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Flowers always wither
What about you?
Now is not the time to listen to fairy tales.
You will meet a smooth road.
There will be bumps.
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Dad wants you
Walk through the smooth road, don't be complacent and lax.
Experience ups and downs, don't feel inferior and don't be discouraged.
It's all yours. It will definitely come.
We have always felt this way, so be grateful.
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If it's not yours, it will definitely leave.
We lose all the time, not demanding.
Dad can't make the sky clear every day.
You will meet blue sky and white clouds.
There will be storms.
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Dad wants you to go.
You can dance happily under the blue sky and white clouds
You can also sing in the storm.
Dad can't give you money that you can't spend all your life.
You may not know what poverty means.
Maybe, I will worry about my daily life.
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Dad wants you to live a luxurious life anyway.
Still simple
Would be grateful.
Will share
You will know that giving is wealth.
Dad can't give you eternal feelings.
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Of course, dad supports you in pursuing the happiness you want.
Dad wants you to know, too
If there is a more solid foundation of faith created by an emotional childlike heart.
You won't be unhappy.
You can always appreciate your love.
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No matter what you walk into
Or leave?
Dad will agree.
Your choice must have your reasons.
Dad can't always protect you.
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Dad can walk.
For the rest of the journey
Morning and evening.
You will go alone.
You will meet friendliness.
You will also encounter malice.
No matter how kind you are.
Because the world is like this, neither good nor bad.
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And you'll know.
Pets are not pets.
Does it hurt?
Dad wants you to grow wisdom.
Can see people, things and clean up.
I hope you can learn to transcend good and evil with compassion.
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Learn to be like the sun.
Shine on the flowers in liger.
Also shines on thorns and mosquitoes.
Gratitude and beauty
Influence ugliness
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Dad can't do much.
That's all.
If you have wisdom,
If you can be kind.
Dad will be very relieved.
Feel free to leave
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Enlighten your wisdom
Water your compassion.
Wisdom lets you know the essence of life.
Compassion allows you to enjoy the joy of life.
When I went to find my father.
You and I can smile tacitly and calmly.
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For the fate of our lives.
probably
And the encounter in the afterlife.
Know each other well
this is
The reason why dad exists
There are modern poems. In the evening, I accidentally turned to Han Han's blog "How Modern Poetry and Poets Still Exist". I accidentally saw it, and when I accidentally turned it over, I was depressed accidentally.
There is a classic saying that writing poetry requires youth and writing novels requires experience. I didn't drop out of high school, and now I'm still living in a university, so I have less natural experience than Han Han.
After the examination paper, the price is clearly marked, and the style is not limited to poetry. Perhaps because of the particularity of poetry, I think I wrote it well, but when I give it to the marking teacher, I may say, damn it, write something. It is natural for the teacher to say this. If he is a little grumpy, he may have to talk to the teacher. If he is more unfortunate, the teacher will raise his hand and slap him twice, and he can only bite his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. So poetry seems to be strangled in the cradle when everyone is just beginning to be young.
A stubborn and full of ideals ran to the university to find a foothold, only to find that there was no place for you to play. He asked a poem to be read by himself. Except for what he wanted to read, only his aunt planned to clean up the venue after the end. The school said that there would be a poetry recital, and I attended it with great interest. I didn't know there was nothing but it until I went there! Beautiful campus, except the manuscript of this sentence, others are Guo Moruo and Wen Yiduo. It is said that Haizi is famous, but his works are difficult to understand and unnecessary.
Then I accidentally remembered the man who said that he was naked to express the essence of poetry, the poet, but it was not too strange because he was a poet. It is said that he is obsessed with the poetic genre of the lower body, and he let people see his lower body, but the essence he wants to express seems to be far from what people understand, or there is an essential difference.
Faced with the embarrassing situation of poetry, the weak avoid mentioning poetry, the violent want to pat the earth, and the struggling are still struggling.
However, poetry is still poetry, no matter how badly you beat it, you still use a concise and precise text to express a person's real existence. As for some people who insist that poetry is a torture to words, there is nothing they can do. Whether he complains that he can't eat grapes or wants to catch up with the trend and make a fool of himself on the cusp.
There are still too many people who don't understand whether indifference to poetry is the evolution or degradation of the times. Some people shake their heads and want to draw a clear line with poetry, as if they were going to be shot if they accidentally said something wrong, while others are still sticking to the pure land left by poetry. You don't have to be an artist with long hair, you just need to polish your eyes and stick to your soul in the noise. Thousands of years of China culture is sacred. If someone stares at it and paints a big nose as a clown, it can only be a kind of bring disgrace to oneself.
Whether writing poetry is to express the incisive catharsis of my physical attachment or to express my thoughts with the stubbornness of dreaming as a horse, it is just to find a cool place for my soul under the big tree of poetry. In fact, there is no difference between avant-garde, pioneer, tradition and backwardness. As long as you can express yourself clearly,
It would be great if it could be used to influence some people. But if I want to say something with this poem, I can only say that I have no food and no support. If I think poetry destroys culture, I can't help but wonder if there is something wrong with my brain. I don't want to move many great people to explain to you the importance of poetry in the development of time. I just want some grandstanding people to know that you are no longer qualified to write poetry.
Admittedly, poetry does face embarrassment. As a person who likes poetry, all I can do is to persist as much as possible. As for those remarks, in what way will they eventually disappear.
There is a modern poem 5 Your love, I can't see it.
But I know you love me.
When playing computer, you yell loudly. Sometimes you look at me coldly without hesitation.
I can't see the love you understand. But you chose to wait and stop demanding.
I was so persuaded when I watched TV, and sometimes I didn't hesitate to fight with me.
I can't see your tender love. But you always have the ability to let me go, which makes me feel depressed.
You talked in my ear more than once when your grades dropped.
Sorry, I didn't catch that.
I can't look at you quietly. But you silently prepared dinner for me in the kitchen.
I quarreled with you today, only to find that we are all in the same pain.
Helpless, there is a so-called generation gap between us, right?
Just like two parallel lines, there will never be a day of intersection.
Sometimes, I am doing what I want to do, and you are doing what I hate.
It's still messy when you cut it.
We always have opposites of one kind or another.
But I don't hate you, really.
They quarreled again and again because of their opposition.
Actually, I love you very much, really.
It's just that we are all equally stubborn, and no one will bow their heads.
So, time and time again.
The past was always so fast, but there was always the danger of burning out.
Every time we quarrel, I always warm up first because of you.
After today's quarrel, you always buy me snacks quietly and go to school the next day.
You said to me fiercely: here you are!
I feel warm when I take it from you.
So your love is always there.
It's just covered by your stubbornness and mine.
Neither you nor I can win this helpless game of quarreling.
Therefore, we will continue this boring game in the future.
Even so,
I still love you, because you love me too.
In fact,
We are all children, except that I am a child and you are a big child.
But we all lose our temper.
But you always tolerate me more than I stop.
I just found out that your love is always there.
In those fierce days, we were all fools.
I think we just love each other silently and hurt each other deeply.
But your love is always there.
The shadow of modern poem 6 is the same as the body for the fifth time.
The farthest footprints have been covered.
Over a hill,
It's a little red,
In the distance,
In the sunshine,
It's too conspicuous
What is this?
Bright red,
Lying quietly on the yellow sand.
It must be a red apple.
Otherwise, what is so bright red?
That little red dot is the next step,
The air is full of the smell of apples.
The fruit of temptation in Eden,
The evil Satan is guarding.
There is no danger or death in the desert,
Because they are always there.
The shadow walked behind him,
A little red turned into a piece of red.
That will never be an apple,
Apples can't shine.
I think it's Ruby,
Left behind by a group of vicious horse bandits.
The noble castle was occupied,
The hostess clung to the jewels.
We can't change direction any more,
Fall beside wealth,
At least not empty-handed.
The shadow is drawn very long,
That piece of red actually jumped in the sunset.
Why does the GEM move?
It must be a unique creature in this desert.
Patience lurks,
Only half a head is exposed,
Waiting for the next meal.
At the last moment of my life,
But also realized the value of existence,
God's chance of redemption,
We can't let it go in vain.
The shadow is gone.
Pick up that piece of red,
Beating in my palm,
Soak in filar silk blood.
Oh, it's the heart,
Used to beat in my chest.