Beautiful modern poetry reading 0 1 seems to be love.
It seems that love
It's a little secret.
People who are loved like that are hiding.
There is a kind of unspeakable happiness and sweetness.
It seems that love
Is so detached.
Care for each other
There is an unspeakable joy.
It seems that love
Incredibly simple
I care about you.
You care about me.
Have a tacit understanding with each other
It seems that love
This is an endless love poem.
It's rhythmic and poetic.
I can't stop dreaming of love.
Beautiful modern poetry recitation 02 "Moonlight Gentleness"
Author: Dai Beibei
(1) missing
Tonight, my thoughts
Be imprisoned in a well
Then, from the deep wellhead
Climb out of the moon. Explore and look around.
Be frightened out of my wits by a dog barking.
(2) Feel timid
Hibiscus, Chrysanthemum and Osmanthus fragrans
Gathered outside my window, whispering.
You see, I can finally say their names.
After years of personal teaching.
The time has changed and the place has changed.
The faint fragrance meets the local accent.
Sorry to come in. Open a window.
You should know! Be timid near home
Not only you, but also those people lying by the window.
Naughty moon shadow
(3) speechless
Sitting in some memories. Afraid of light
Dim and smooth brightness
Staged alternately.
Listen to the wind and see the moon
No talking.
(4) awakening
Holding a strand of hair, imagining
You toss and turn, two thirds.
Bo Xue, frost
The village is about to awaken.
The first cough
Stunned on the eaves, tottering
Yutu-Moon
(5) tenderness
Thousands of miles away, I heard it again and again:
? How gentle the night is.
How much do you love me?
Like many years ago, rolling in the dirt.
Fragrance all the way, wash in the moonlight.
Return to the cleanest look in your eyes.
children
Beautiful modern poetry recitation 03 "I shouldn't learn to love"
Author: fish out of water
hole
You can walk past me in one step
From the back to the front
My years have become a river.
The temperature is still there.
The wind makes me nervous.
Water makes me weak.
You patted my water.
Can't hear my inner response
You can shoot me with an arrow.
From positive to negative
You can't see my wormhole.
The temperature is not there.
My cold and darkness are disastrous.
Cold love, black journey.
You hit my world.
I can only hear an unemotional echo.
therefore
I stopped.
Like a buttonwood tree
Flowers bloom every year.
It is hollow every year.
tiny
There is a role called Xiao.
The world is too big to see you.
Every metamorphosis
The world is too small for you.
every time
Think of you as a small ripple
Zoom in infinitely. Look.
Your undulating lines
decision
Be a little drifter.
Living under a microscope
The evolution of longing for reincarnation
Desire never breeds in the dark.
Think more and break the rules of life.
That damn heaven, convert.
where
moment
Rush through the leaking eaves of heaven
Hiding in the busy streets of hell
Between square inches
I guess the size of the world.
I shouldn't learn to love
If it's sugar
But why is despair so sweet?
If it's medicine,
Why does poison turn into sadness?
I am floating in the crowd.
From solidification to melting
In a hoarse voice
Butterflies are always betrayed by flowers.
You can't just be my dream.
No, draw a heart to represent my hunger.
Look at that butterfly with dead leaves.
Get used to tightening your pain.
Let go of your wings, so soft
Perhaps, he was never afraid of death.
Never shy away from the love of flowers.
What it fears is the departure of another butterfly.
I am not a butterfly.
A crack between a car and a person.
How can you be impulsive?
I shouldn't learn to love
Back to the body without edges and corners
The symbolic river is not endowed with romance.
Street lamps are as abstract as ever.
Let me put down the cement curtain.
A spider web just covers your eyes.
The light and darkness in the distance can't be close.