Modern Poetry: Wandering

Modern poetry: vagrancy 1 bottomless pit.

Move your feet in the air

Someone lit the heart lamp on the crowded road.

The figure of Purdue on the road in the dark

There are also people

Turn the bottomless abyss

with knitted brows

"The heart is there, and the dream is there."

Stroll the streets in the wind

A song, echoing in the sky.

Drift into my heart

The horizon in the distance

Lush grass

The fragrance of lotus leans against the dawn of winter.

Come on, firecracker heart

Through the darkness and vastness of deep winter

Put a beam of light.

Projected into my heart

hesitate no more

Take advantage of dusk

I gave my heart to the hanging ice.

ponder

Turn around suddenly

Have you seen it?

A woman with rosy cheeks.

Wear dew

Wandering in poetry

Long rhyme short sentence

Modern Poetry: Wandering 2 1

How many strange faces have flowed through your eyes?

Never counted it instantly in memory.

It shouldn't be your destiny takes a hand's person

No matter how long you stay in your heart.

Just an anonymous passer-by

I don't know how many streets and alleys I have traveled.

But there is always no corner suitable for you to live in

The tired body curled up under the neon lights.

Show the loneliness and hunger of traveling around the world

I can't tell you how many times I wandered in the rain.

Tears and rain soaked eyes can't open.

There is no wandering direction and goal.

Like the ears of a ship without a lighthouse rippling on the sea.

I was wasted in the huge mirror.

Fate is a big lie that can never be killed.

Even if you have magical powers.

It won't change the way you want to go.

Because you've never seen the ground under your feet.

two

Who disturbed whose dream?

Drunk lamp

Can't wait until dawn

A person's eyes

Condensed shining stars

In the night sky

Keep swinging

Always longing for a little love

Carry sth through to the end

No parting

Just for life.

Love all of you.

Be infatuated with, be very absorbed in

Stop fooling around.

my love

Come back quickly

Jump into my arms.

Warm embrace

Sweet kiss

Heart to heart dialogue

passionate

Modern Poetry: Three Wanderers

This must be the warmest place.

Don't wander by talent.

if

can

I must choose to stay at home.

Create your own world

One side of the soil and water support one side.

Can not give up

homesickness

loaf about

Mainly to

Ideal or dream

And youth happens to be the age of dreaming.

There is an inexhaustible motive force.

Work hard outside.

struggle

I don't know when I can.

Return home in splendor-retire after success

Eventually, the leaves will fall back to the roots.

There are many things that will make you lose your soul.

maybe

The only gain is years of hard work experience.

Yes, secular.

rude

Must be strong.

Nobody's night

Cry alone

There is too little truth out there.

It's cruel

therefore

Conditional permission

I will choose to stay.

Ordinary diet

The water in my hometown

Feel hometown

Simple human feelings

The family lived happily.

Ordinary is bliss.

for this reason

adequately

I don't have high demands on life.

Everything is seen through.

Life will not bring.

Don't take it with you.

Turn into a wisp of smoke

Floating in the sky at home.

Guard a village.

Accompany them forever

Forever.

Modern Poetry: Wandering 4 Look at everything in your hand.

Hold on, but let go.

I grabbed her hand.

A pair of weak hands

A pair of sad eyes

It illuminates my past.

The wind blows

The snow is falling in disorder.

Watch her gradually leave.

I can only feel its taste with my heart.

I hope to see her again.

But I don't want to lose a trace in my hand.

So I silently bowed my head.

Dry eyes are burning.

Finally, I feel the wind coming.

Blow my hair.

Blowing messed up my helpless sight.

Blurred my eyes.

I just feel a drop of glittering and translucent disappear in the wind.

Standing in the sun

Looking at the trembling green trees

Familiar feeling

When the leaves drift by

Touch someone's heart

Can't help but look up.

It floats with the clouds.

The blue sky bloomed my heart.

Look in its direction.

A familiar figure

I saw her again.

Temporary joy is full of sadness.

I recall.

Strange but kind

I found my past.

Unfortunately, it will never come again.

Raise one's head habitually

Find your own direction

look forward to ...

Modern Poetry: Wandering 5 Standing in the Flower Sea of Summer Ranch

Facing mountains, pine forests and snow.

You might say.

Human ideal

It just delayed the beautiful scenery for a few more days.

To hell with the concept of the city.

We should give full play to people's abilities.

The floor is covered with smooth tiles.

Let me never see green grass again.

The gurgling mountain spring water poured into the sewage pipe.

Look at this heart that can hold up the sky.

At the beginning, your simple and simple thoughts.

Now because of greed

How far has it deviated?

At school.

There seems to be a ready-made answer to life.

It is standardized.

All you have to do is recite it like this.

You can successfully cross the threshold of colleges and universities.

But decades passed in the blink of an eye.

Until now, about life

People always can't find the answer behind it.

If all this is a lie,

Then why is everyone scrambling?

As crowded as bees and ants.

Even if it is to break the bottom line and tear your face?

Well, I finally understand.

What is the answer to life?

Nobody cares.

As long as I really understand

As long as the scam becomes money in hand

Do you see it? Why at school?

Those little bad guys whose grades are in a mess

Finally, I am like a duck to water.

Maybe they have seen through all this.

The ideal of lies is plausible under the pointer.

But they fell on the table.

Repeated snoring

Decades later, when those people

A naughty boy who doesn't listen to instructions.

Go into battle lightly and wake up first.

It turns out that everything is just like this!

Whether it was the loud praise under the pointer at the beginning

Or clusters and flowers in trance reality

It seems that only one is true.

for this reason

Throw away a lot of things that make you feel ashamed.

Forget the unbearable in the soul.

Let the arrow of interest

Decorate a lie into an ideal shot through!

Modern Poetry: Wandering 6 _ _ _ _ _ Thinking of the Wind

suddenly

The whole forest in Irtysh is green.

In a few days.

Will make the vast Gobi on both sides of the northern river

Smell the summer deeply.

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A few wild and unruly winds

Spring seedlings fill farmers with hope.

Watching it be uprooted.

Accompanied by sadness and helplessness

People replant seedlings.

Even pack up and give up completely.

This wind

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Let the wind of hope rise

It also completely shattered the wind of hope

The wind that makes people feel mixed.

The wind with changed temperament!

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Although I seldom go to the fields.

Although many people are just busy in the city.

But this sad wind

From beginning to end, I was teasing everyone's nerves.

This nasty wind!

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This is from the North Atlantic.

Crossing the European plain with seagulls

Climb the Urals with geese.

Floating through the Siberian forest with seeds

Take raindrops through the western pass of Altai Mountain.

As violent as Apollo, the sun god.

This mutated blue planet

A worrying westerly wind!

Modern Poetry: Wandering in North Station for 7 Nights

The crowd is still crawling.

The air is barren.

Outbound passengers are in a hurry.

Some of them were picked up.

Some take a taxi to leave.

Occasionally hear the door of the station.

The cries of the innkeeper to attract customers.

Under the roof of the homeless shelter

A little girl is lying in it.

A cool breeze blew across her delicate cheeks.

Lift up a few strands of childish hair

Maybe there is nothing today.

Maybe it's still cold today.

The girl slept soundly.

I wonder if she dreamed of milk bread.

Or dream about mom?

A smile appeared on the girl's face.

Cool wind.

I hope you don't wake her up too early.

Night at the North Railway Station

The crowd is still crawling.

The air is still cold.

Outbound passengers are still in a hurry.

Modern Poetry: Wandering 8 Knowing that you are not qualified for this job.

You are more active than anyone.

It's really going to be implemented

But your eyes are more flexible than anyone else.

Fish in troubled waters is your trump card.

Avoiding the important is your specialty.

Why do you only value the results in your mind?

Maybe you'll never understand

This wonderful road is enough to deeply engrave life!

In your opinion

Self esteem

Is it just a dispensable decoration?

Friendship and sincerity

It seems to be just a deserted desert.

So between people

Like a crocodile eating like crazy.

Except that the benefits are real.

Everything else is just a cover-up and confusion?

I'm actually netting each other for your benefit.

Are we fighting for something cruelly?

A poor and ridiculous person who believes in friendship

I just want to form a group with people I value.

* * * No pains, no gains.

Almost unaware

Turn a broad avenue into a narrow path.

This is the result of your demanding others.

When you are in trouble, you are always ahead.

Disdain calculation, willing to help the weak.

But who can get your love!

Might as well be a black-hearted guy

Confuse black and white, but mix and match freely.

I was once obsessed with the blue ocean of love.

Pure passion is just something to look at and laugh at.

Decades of struggle in the sea of people

There is nothing but vinegar and noise in the world of two people.

No wonder people were quiet during the Nanjing Massacre.

I have returned the book and forgotten it.

You and I are just sheep in the hands of God.

It's good to be able to cope with the food in your mouth.

Benevolence, courtesy, wisdom and faith are the business of adults.

Don't adults also eat cards?

Lao Wang takes the lead in finding someone to work.

Eunuch Wu is ignored.

Serves you right. You have laid a bad legacy in the past.

Being left out today should be shown to everyone!

If you're not stuck in the past, don't.

Live with old feelings

How dare your friend not call you?

alas

The poor living at the bottom

No one has a kind heart!

It's just that life is sometimes too difficult.

Have to show a cruel face.

Simple people think that

Only living is the first need.

As long as you live, the future will not be foggy.

Ordinary people are not heroes.

Only by melting morality into the blood

Regard morality as a treasure above all else.

The reason is that people are desperate

That's why you became a hero.

Heroes are fallen comets. Heroes are swan songs!

When comets cut through the dark night sky

A heroic era will come.

Hero-dominated era

The light is enough to illuminate the darkest corner of the soul!

Fuxi Shennong Three Emperors and Five Emperors Era

When will you come again?

Five stars come from the East to benefit China.

Isn't it a sign of rejuvenation in the old days?

Facing the great Irtysh River

Humble souls are like frozen rivers.

Although the sun has reached its lowest point.

The sun will naturally rise slowly.

One day the river will swell.

Worried Lin Shuixuan.

There is no need to lose sleep and worry about the weight of the soul.

Modern poetry: 9 thoughts of wandering, following the Mercedes-Benz train,

In the blue sky north of the Yangtze River,

Fly to Jiangnan at dusk.

Outside the window, the trees are still and stiff.

Not a sentry, but like my heart,

With dreams.

Sleep well!

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Night hangs over the wilderness,

Distant lights, like meteors in the sky,

Dragging a speeding train for a long, long time,

Now you are far away from me,

Is it like me,

Manual payment,

Think softly,

Shallow reading!

/

Time may be really tired?

In this silent night,

Except for the sound of the train speeding,

I feel the wind outside the window,

There are spring and autumn,

A wandering heart, a wandering person. ......

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You really should write a song,

For my travels again and again,

Like a fisherman casting a net, expecting to reap,

This is not an insistence!

Those once happy and sad!

Lonely, wandering!

With the calmest heart,

The most soothing tone, light song!

Not for the Iraqis, just for myself.

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Many memories will be awakened in Wu Man's light music forever.

Including plum blossoms that have been crystal clear for a whole century,

On every petal, there is a precipitation of love.

Blooming in the nameless night,

The fragrance is full of all emotions,

Love, let marriage enter the city of soul,

And marriage also guards the fullness and purity of this feeling.

/

Four fields, stratus clouds and distant mountains,

Only the nearby poles have been static for many years,

Have you ever thought that after the new year, we will read this spiritual waiting together,

She may be a kind of loneliness,

It may also be an understanding,

A date across Qian Shan.

Eternity,

With the softest corner of the heart,

Record the true feelings in the hardest struggle!

Modern Poetry: Wandering10-Emerald and Sunflower

I heard the name emerald bay for the first time.

I think it's ridiculous.

It is clearly two stone mountains.

There is a flat land that is not spacious in the middle.

A river as thin as a stream.

//

Now ruled by busyness.

Jingle on the construction site

Many people are talking about all this.

What does it have to do with me?

I'm just a traveler

I'm just here to unload cement.

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in my eyes

There is no emerald here.

Emerald belongs to you.

You once said with regret

I used to have a homestead here, too

Unfortunately, there was a lack of mind at that time.

The price is too cheap.

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If it is requisitioned by developers now,

It's just a place with jade!

Look at this.

People here

Everyone wants to own a piece.

Land worth as much as jade can't be eaten in a few lifetimes.

Everyone fantasizes about suddenly having a piece.

Pie is like emerald, right in your arms.

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Another city

The city is surrounded by large sunflowers.

People here dream of working hard.

Solidly accumulate wealth

People in emerald bay.

Your heart has been occupied by guesses and results.

A city surrounded by sunflowers.

Hard-working heart read all over the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

A simple heart is many times more beautiful than jade!

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When unloading cement

I look here quietly.

Emerald bay stared at us contemptuously.

it doesn't matter

I thought about it in the Woods

I come from a city that grows sunflowers.

I'm very proud.

I am a migrant worker from this city.

I have a piece in my heart.

Zhenyu

Warm and green