Your efforts
I can't repay you.
I'd rather stay away from you
Become a cloud floating in the sky
if
Your love,
I can't repay you.
I'd rather refuse you.
Into the cold river.
if
Your worries
I can't afford it.
I hope to disappear like smoke.
Keep missing away from memory
if
Your appreciation
I can't hold it any longer.
I can humble myself.
Exile the proud heart.
if
Your expectations
Not my tie.
I just want to.
You enjoy the snow quietly in the north.
I listened to the rain silently in the south.
if
Your hope
I can't achieve it.
I just want to.
You are happy in the distance.
I am safe at the end of the world.
if
You are the wind that blows.
I am the grass in the corner.
I do
The moment of solidification together
Don't let your mood fluctuate.
if
You are the star in the sky.
I am a firefly on the ground.
I do
Build a small room
Turn off the desire for satisfaction.
If Modern Poetry 2 (1)
When the face is broken
The crescent moon can't catch your favor.
Youth is a thing of the past.
Half a lifetime of wind and rain fell into the cracks of time.
When geese come and go, what do they see through the dust?
I just want your heart.
I'm glad to be here.
If the heart is there, we can
Chasing flowers in the coming year
Catch fireflies in childhood and cross the autumn rain.
Stay quietly by the fire and look at the old plum blossoms outside the window.
(2)
Believe that my heart is always so young.
In order to accompany you, it will not grow old.
We can't talk about love.
Stop talking about calligraphy and painting
Don't talk about the impetuous world
We just need to hold an umbrella.
Walking in the hutong of the former residence
Let the peach blossom fall behind him.
Look at the tireless stream, taking away the floating clouds in the body.
As long as the heart is still there.
I can be half mud.
And you are half a basin.
We will spend the rest of our lives making water and raising a freesia plant.
Just a touch of green, it will be fine.
(3)
If the days are too narrow to stay.
I can't even tell the four seasons.
We can't just toss and turn in loneliness.
I can put it gently on your chest.
Listen to the beating of the heart.
Because of your heart, I feel my heart.
The cold wall is completely reduced to Qingchuan.
So, in the quiet wind
A bird passed by, at that time of reincarnation.
Between the lips and teeth, a lifetime of fragrance lingers.
(4)
Dear, lover, baby
If at that time, all these calls
It's too sour.
Then look at you quietly and keep your head clear.
Whether it's happiness or pain.
No one can shout out our vows.
The only place in your heart is me.
A person who will never be absent
Like an ear of wheat
Your slender stems support my fullness.
When you lie down inch by inch
I work hard for you.
Grain by grain storage
At that time, you and I were simple and thin.
Two hearts, as thin as moonlight
In the season of osmanthus fragrance
Forget time, there is no eternity. ......
If you have a pair of eyes, you can see through the world of mortals and autumn waters.
Will there be a memory that can engrave an unforgettable face?
Maybe,
There will always be some expressions, hysterical crying or laughing.
There will always be some voices, quiet or melancholy.
Will there be an inspiration to write down all traces of time?
After that time, will you occasionally think of you at first sight?
Maybe,
There will always be some footprints to prove that you have crossed in my world or my trajectory.
There will always be some feelings, and you can make an eternal cry without fear.
Lust for your existence, as beautiful as the rain in Paris and the cherry blossoms in Tokyo.
Lust for your eyes, like a willow broken bridge in Cambridge for thousands of years.
In the world of mortals, drink a cup of intoxicating beauty.
Just in the dim light, I cut a white hair and dreamed of returning to the New Year.
I know, I think I know,
Feelings are selfish before selfless dedication.
I know, actually, I know,
If you don't pay for love, you will be rewarded. If you don't pay, how can you twist your fingers?
The smell of nicotine, dark and cold hair.
Translucent water blurs the pupils under the eyelashes.
A fireworks show, a heavy snow,
Just write a melody with your heart,
There, you have unforgettable memories.
If modern poem 4, you let me down too much.
I'm really ready to go this time.
I'm not going back.
When I was with you, I thought we would always be like this.
But you hurt me too much.
I'm not that cheeky
How many times did we fight together in a year?
I am tired. I'll go by myself.
I just can't stand it every time.
I don't know what kind of life I am living now.
I'm too transparent. In your eyes, you see through me.
What kind of life did we lead before we came here?
How about now
I have a headache. I know your headache is worse than mine.
I don't want to do this anymore.
When we first started dating, we always said that we met too late. Why not meet earlier?
Maybe you met the wrong person at the wrong time.
I really regret why I chose this road.
It's out of control now
How can I face my family?
How to explain what happened?
I really want to live with you.
But you did this to me.
Honey, what happened to us?
Is it money?
I'm too good at living in fantasy.
It's too unrealistic
I think it's time for me to face the reality.
If modern poetry has five-year rings,
Things that are constantly changing.
You,
I
Just a fragment of fate.
Destined for our lives,
It won't end well.
My love for you is in the sky, the sun and the moon.
You know everything about me.
You and me.
If it's just the first time,
We can carry on the remaining beliefs into the future.
If it's just the first time,
We can turn that sweet memory into eternity.
If it's just the first time,
We can get that luxury happiness and realize our long-cherished wish.
If it's just the first time,
We can tolerate each other's suspicions and sum them up as trust.
(If only as the first,
Once vowed,
Will get the signal of the future again,
Wake up at the end of vicissitudes,
Roaring at the resentment in my heart.
Those who belong to the past,
Under the roar of resentment,
Gradually feel lonely.
I saw those dawns at first sight.
Will be in the empty and lonely years,
Gradually pursue the traces of past love).
If modern poem 6 wakes up in the morning and walks out the door.
Take a deep breath of fresh air.
I feel tired.
My heart is so empty and cold.
Looking around, I forgot that the sky is gloomy.
Does he understand my heart at the moment?
Are you not satisfied with me?
bow one's head in meditation
I feel so lonely.
If there is no love in my heart, will the past go with the wind?
Suddenly I feel a little dull pain in my heart.
Examine/ask yourself
Is it really a mistake that we met?
Should I really not love you?
Is there really a fate between you and me?
Since there is no fate, why did you let me meet you?
Since I met you, why should I fall in love with you?
What is the reason for all this?
I don't understand. I really don't understand.
I want to forget, but I can't extricate myself
I want to love, but my heart hurts more.
Love is poison, which makes life worse than death.
But I ate it wrong.
Is there an antidote to love in the world?
Forget myself and let my love follow your face.
Bless with love, and pray with all your heart that all lovers will be well.
If modern poem 7 chooses a fleeting afterimage
Turn over with a wheel
A white light of the first snow
Illuminate the dream of missing.
In thousands of dreams.
You are better than Snow White.
Appear faintly
Hand flute, personable.
I am in the rainy lane of time
confused
Watching you crazily.
You are the only person in my life.
The most gorgeous page
Colorful colors
ambient light
I'm going to bind it into a book.
Make it an immortal classic.
Follow the footsteps of time
Read you quietly, quietly
Read your warmth and lingering.
Sing about the talents in your life.
Just quietly.
Quietly hide you in
The softest place in my heart
Cherish life
Never forget each other
The clear waves of missing filled my eyes.
My tears
Only one drop fell.
All the ideas in this life have crossed.
The brightest star.
Still at its peak
Recite affectionate poems
The moon leans in the arms of clouds.
be infatuated with
Winter night, quiet.
all is quiet and still
Silence is an elegant artistic conception.
Silence is a deep love.
Love is as quiet as snow.
So quietly, quietly let love drift.
So quietly, quietly let love fly.
Love is as sweet as a beautiful heart.
So quietly, quietly blooming.
So quiet, quiet fragrance.
If modern poem 8, I can clearly hear you yawn.
Is it the limited temperature that keeps you awake all night?
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
I am full of longing.
The way you dance in the rain
A thousand years is too long, and 500 years is agreed, okay?
Before you blossom.
I come to see you every day.
Look at your bright green coat in the sun.
Look at your hazy figure in the rain
Let me tell you something.
Today is different from yesterday.
What will the weather be like tomorrow?
Love takes you away from me and hides you in my heart.
It's been a hundred years.
The flowering period has been delayed.
I went from the throbbing ripples
Beautiful, blooming charm
I miss you all the time.
The days passed like this.
Spring has gone and autumn has come-the passage of time.
I'm here, sweet and scared
I'm crazy about reading.
Please be on time, okay?
Five hundred years of waiting is my destiny takes a hand's doom.
Yaochi first saw you.
This heart has since fallen.
Willing to exchange a thousand years of life for five hundred years of wandering in the dream.
Hope or greed.
The flowering season is coming.
Don't hate me when you bloom, okay?
Self-knowledge of love
The heart belongs to only a gentleman.
Waiting for you to come back
I should no longer be the god of April.
We will never meet again.
When you scatter snow all over China.
Maybe you will see purple flowers blooming in winter.
Smile, will you?
There is a woman.
1500 years of infatuation
Change your face with a smile
If I am on the other side of the river and see that I have come back, there is no hope of coming back. )
If you come back, the rain will destroy you.
The wind carries the lightness of early summer.
Come hand in hand with the rain
May comes quietly.
The endless silk rain in that moment
Row face down
As if to pour out
Pour out that little bit.
Endless memories
The sudden powerlessness of rain and fog
I'm exhausted. See what?
If there is despair ahead, why?
There's still a glimmer of hope at your feet?
Escape again and again but have to face it.
Let the rain penetrate the light fog.
Soak a heart full of scars
Look up at the sky and ask why.
But I don't know what the so-called subject is.
Tears and rain transpiration at the same time
What is left is a dense memory.
stifle
If you come back, the clouds will burn
The wind stopped when the sun went down.
Every landscape is plated with a layer of golden red.
What is gone is still there.
The clouds rolled to the horizon and relaxed.
Soak the sunset glow
Pick up a residual red coat.
With their own soft white.
Reflecting the sunset like a fire
Ignited by every ray of light
If your smile is warm and quiet
memory
At that time, you always liked to take a walk in the evening breeze.
Let every ray of sunshine jump there.
Time stopped flowing at that moment.
The night that passed quietly.
Bring your phantom.
Never walk in the sunset again.
Because I'm afraid to see you again. See you again. Your warmth is gone.
Leave my perspective
Return to the moon, halo
The death of a group of stars
17 months is so round.
Be surprised
There is a faint flow, and the gauze is slowly covered.
colorful
Like a dream, gardenias bloom.
Xiang he Ji Xiang
peaceful
Every time I meet you, I get amazing results.
Like the softness of moonlight.
intelligence
My heart gradually has a silk aura.
Erosion dumping
If you come back, the flower will die.
flight of time
In a blink of an eye, it is the season of beautifully dressed.
The wind blows
Flying flowers all over the sky and hurting all over the ground
The lost years are like this wandering season.
Drifting away, no longer picking up
The wind always comes with residual flowers.
Much like fragments of memory.
Piece by piece
Stick to your heart
Every fallen flower seems to record a page of infatuation.
In the past year,
The wind blows the pen, and time holds the pen.
There is a pen engraved on it.
I haven't seen you for a year.
Maybe you have changed and become cheerful.
Become more beautiful.
Always looking forward to
But I can't face this expectation.
Attachment to you has become the whole of a whole heart.
All your data is there.
Condensed into a world
All the flying flowers there have no feathers.
Time is ice, time is condensation.
All the scenery is still because of your beauty.
Freeze frame equipment
Loving you is like feeling sorry for yourself.
Lonely flying butterfly
Loving you has become the main theme of that world.
Never go out
If you come back, you are empty.
as if awakening from a dream
In this empty city where you once lived.
Trying to find
To look for
The trace you left unintentionally.
blossom and fall of flowers
Rain and snow are falling.
A year of light and shadow is fleeting.
There is pain, loneliness and madness.
There is no happiness.
But because you are in my dream.
Everything is light.
Much like burning smoke.
The wind has come and gone.
The smoke gradually disappeared.
A year of light and shadow is fleeting.
The fragrance of dreams between eyes
In the air, attachment like this.
Gently rippling ......
(thinking at night in December)
If modern poetry 10 life
How can I make it clear?
Say it's beautiful
But you have to go through many vicissitudes.
Call it sadness.
But also as happy as a butterfly among flowers.
Go through such a journey
Strong or weak?
Always looking for reasons.
Walk through this life bravely
Who said that this life is willing to live up to this life?
Who wants to let go without trying?
In fact, everyone has a small wish.
In a world of nothingness and prosperity
Are you lost in glitz?
Did it fall?
Have you forgotten that you had a dream?
Hold up a blue sky for family or relatives.
Hands can resist any wind and snow.
Walk out of a world of your own in the secular world.
Until they disappear
I also want them to feel happy.
Never thought about what color life is.
Maybe only in the joy of meeting.
It's blue
It is the color of the sky.
There are white clouds, breezes and birds.
You can see everything between heaven and earth.
Is it black when you are sad?
A kind of melancholy
Melancholy to sadness
Don't want to see everything
Fortunately, there are bright moons and stars at night.
I heard that life is incomplete.
Always colorful.
Some are not perfect, and you will always feel the happiness of some souls.
This is a gift from heaven.
Understand because of loss
Because you know.
Sadness and happiness lurk in my heart.
Sui yue Niang Xiang
Wrapped around your fingertips
Fly freely in the universe
Never associate