Just like every seed is planted in the soil.
Or destroy or grow.
The key is whether the vitality is prosperous or not.
Every poem has hope.
Like a fallen leaf leaving the arm of a branch.
Or silent or floating in the wind.
Every poem has artistic conception.
Like a long cloud
There are thin or dense things floating in the sky.
Every poem is looking back.
It's like a dream has a new direction.
Footprints, deep or shallow, extend forward.
Every poem is a kind of strength.
Like being hugged by the sun and the moon.
There is a warm light in the light or darkness.
Every poem is a symbol of life.
Just like a song.
Keep up with the rhythm, fast or slow.
Every poem is a yearning.
Like a nostalgic landscape.
Whether you are happy or ordinary, there is beauty in your heart.
Every poem is growth.
It's like harvesting crops
Laugh or sing with tears.
Poetry commands modern poetry 2 dogs
When I first met you,
Angry and viciously
The second time I saw you,
Mouth is still a dissatisfied hum.
When I met you for the third time,
Start shaking your head.
When I saw you for the fourth time,
Lie quietly in front of me.
My heart is waiting for the bone I want to throw away.
Poetry commands modern poetry 3 farmers
A group of people came out of the mountains.
Put your blood into the production line.
The pointer of life runs at full speed.
Still can't keep up with the pace of the machine
It is not facing the loess.
The back is a dazzling light bulb.
Leaving the land is not practical.
Go home, nobody cares.
City people call them migrant workers.
Poetry requires fireworks to measure modern poetry,
Length of hand circulation.
In a hurry,
Faded white hair in the mirror,
Life in the mountains and seas in the clear autumn,
The flowers scattered with laughter.
Handsome and handsome fan,
Relying on the distant future,
I've waited a thousand times,
Shadows sink,
Not as smooth as bluebird.
Go behind my back,
I forgot, I forgot the unbearable sunset.
This beautiful mountain is full of water.
When will you come back, with bright spring and warm winter flowers?
The sun and the moon shine on my way,
I went backwards in the dark.
Go behind my back,
I have been in Lacrimosa all my life.
I heard the sound of plums,
I can't see the snow dancing,
Who knows my late footsteps,
Hidden in an infinite corner.
Finally,
Dust to dust, dust to dust.
But how to ask,
The fate of an affair?
I forgot, actually, I was crazy.
It was the shadow of the wind that told me,
The sky beyond the sky is still the sky.
Tears will still leave a heart mark.
I can't keep up with life,
Had to sit and watch the sea,
Then the wind and waves hit.
Silence in the noise,
I saw the sound of dripping water.
I marvel at this charm,
The original scenery of Hongda
I always turn a blind eye.
But the purity of this drop of water
Burn the dusty heart forever.
As a result, Yin and Yang have a slight breath.
Six realms, messy footprints.
Maybe not you,
Whose secret is urging me to sleep?
Hua Qing Du Fei
I yearn for it, and I am confused.
Finally, I found the mark of life.
Come quietly, go quietly.
I drive away the smell of water.
I can't drive it if I look at it all my life.
I can't explain the cause and effect of meeting you.
Soul trembling,
Touch the mountains and rivers,
The Declaration of Chasing for Nine Days with Life
Seeing you guarding the dust,
Come with a promise
Whose lovesickness and regret do you bear?
Gave me so much wind, thunder and rain.
Yan Zhen Nan Zhu, Xuan Er Yao Ying.
Residual feelings and flowers
I still whitewash the years in my life.
You gave me a dream, and I gave you a shirt with tears.
Far away, Qin Chu, Viet Nam.
Heartbroken.
I looked at the shore ahead,
Who sits on the purple mountain, who wets the fan?
It's just a lingering song.
A flute is broken.
The mountains are in love with the peaks, the clouds are far away, and the sky is blue.
It is better to play a pair of kites than to get to know each other.
What a pity!
Yunfu Wan Li Hua Xie Chang Tianlun's number
When will the reunion last forever?
The ups and downs of life
Day after day.