Appreciation of Modern Poetry of Dandelion

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty, which is a kind of poetry. Compared with ancient poems, although they are all written for understanding things, they are generally informal in format and rhythm. The following is a modern poem I arranged for everyone to enjoy dandelion. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

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Dandelions are growing on the ridge.

White flowers waiting to fly.

Every seed is hope.

Every new life is an uproar.

Each one is a soul parachute.

Dandelion flies over the playground

Fly over the place where you used to play

Dandelion flies over the school

Flying over the voices of teachers and students.

Dandelion fly

Flying over the eyeful of trauma, flying over fear and despair.

Dandelion fly

Fly over the ruins and broken walls, looking for soil for roots.

Dandelion flies over the factory

Fly over that place where you forget to eat and sleep.

Dandelion flies over the factory building

Flying by, the master and the apprentice laughed heartily.

Dandelion fly

Fly over the unbearable memories, fly over the heartbreaking past.

Dandelion fly

Fly over your hometown and land beside it.

Dandelion flies over the village

Fly over the place you love.

Dandelions fly over crops.

Flying over the back of a Chaoyang family

Dandelion fly

Fly over sadness, blood and tears and heartbroken.

Dandelion fly

Flying over loneliness and running for a long time, splitting the soil and expanding the territory.

Dandelions on the ridge are dancing.

Every soul has wings of rebirth.

The pursuit of dandelion

I come from the north.

Falling with the wind in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River.

The splendor of Jiangnan

The cold humidity is full of charming fragrance.

willies

in a hurry

Fall into this fragrance

But I don't stink at all.

I just want to get rid of it.

dust

Stuffed in my thin body

lure

Jiangnan Fei Ying Caochang

Jiangnan xiaoqiao liushuiqu lane

The neon in the south of the Yangtze River is filled with. ...

I tried to find my direction.

Busy activity

Bright colors bring fragrance.

Desperate sunshine during the day.

The charming fragrance of the night

Where is my direction?

I bring tired wind and tired rain.

Take a long-term view

Just a full face of loss.

With faint pity eyes.

I'm looking for a corner

Not smart

No fragrance

Someone who has only one breath left to shine on me.

Weak wind and half sunshine.

I'm used to it.

Even if there is only a piece of rubble.

I am extravagant about everything here.

Yu Lu huaxiang

My weak body

Suck hungrily

Breathe greedily

The nutrients that belong to me

I slowly and deeply took root.

Longing for the next stop in life.

Dandelion's dream

Maybe you accidentally blew it gently.

But it gives it the power to fly.

From then on, it had a colorful dream.

Fly and float around the world

Get lost and leave your hometown

Suffering and dying.

Finding you, everything is worth paying for.

If there is wind, you want to fly higher.

It thinks, you always open the window.

It has a chance to land.

Closer to you, no longer lonely.

If you still have love, please bury it next to the violet.

Its youth will start here.

It whispers to the stars.

Dreams in the moonlight are as colorful as fairy tales.

Hair fluttering in the wind, morning light

Wake up in confusion

The new leaves began to grow and the heart had blossomed.

Only a few leaves will grow in various ways.

Green radish, asparagus and dripping Guanyin are all reserved.

Let it enjoy your warm love alone.

When life blooms a yellow flower again.

This small world has been sunny ever since.

"My little sun!"

Your pity

Excited its heart

Watch it regenerate fahua.

You take it off, and your red lips slowly approach it.

Gently, take another breath of fragrance,

The sky is full of stars, flying all over the world with love.

Dandelion's heart

Stroll in the city you built.

be committed to

Sweep the market

Everything is a clever arrangement.

Cross the stream of people

It doesn't make any sense.

if

Can't spread in the wind

Your information

Why should I worry?

therefore

Wandering around the world

Emotions should be controlled.

Don't let hope disappear.

I am dandelion

With the help of the wind humbly

Work hard.

Wings of dreams

winter

The soil is too dry.

Can't catch dead branches

How could you?

Paste my acacia

Let the night devour helplessness

Can't be swallowed

Is a stubborn soul.

One by one.

Rooted in the path you must take.

a photo

You must feel unyielding growth.

Drought is not bad.

There is not a drop of rain.

My umbrella can be shelved.

free space

Complete use

Save your story.

The city you built.

You don't need gorgeous decorations.

There is only one meter of sunshine.

a love song

That's enough

Encourage sprinting forward.

dandelion

Take root and you can write.

She said the whole brain

Just concentrate.

Listen to your heart.

Place your story