I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please carry her love,
And sadness.
Modern lyric prose poetry 2 lyric with both hands
Like land.
Will it take so long?
Inhale deeply into abdominal cavity
After that, grass or trees grow.
Grow the light of the ears of wheat, so that
The whole sky
It's the palm
Warm and gentle
Hold fast to the first sound of life.
Let it follow the doomed texture
Become clear
Interlocutors
I heard my palm.
The fearless noise of the river
go on foot
All the dark valleys and ups and downs
Refraction proof
It also proves the tenacity of life.
Huang Huang Suiyue
Wanqian meteorology
Where are the coordinates in the latitude and longitude of the universe?
Not polished
Deep or frank in the palm of your hand
Every breath of fresh air
Everything exists for you.
Barrenness is provoked by plowshares.
And then ground into powder.
Time travels through mountains.
Flocks of leaves
Just hiding the memory of ochre.
Those completely different spaces
A palm that can't rewrite its own lines.
But it has been rewritten all the time.
About a city
About countless lives
The theme of
Extremely fresh smiles and songs
Always born here
In fact, the little globe
Is to turn your palm over.
The wind blows the grass.
I saw cattle and sheep.
lie at the foot of a mountain and beside a river
Eventually it flows to the ocean.
Check a pair of palms.
I think it is unparalleled thick and wide.
Gratitude for human dignity
What about you? you think
More magnificent colors and images
From the palm of your hand
Open Your Eyes
Three Modern Lyric Prose Poems by Xi Murong
My youth flows smoothly in your pen.
All my expected worries have been solved by you.
Carefully depict one by one.
How can you analyze me so accurately?
Trauma deep in the soul
Put that faint sadness on my eyebrows easily.
How did you catch a glimpse of me in time?
Play with and comb white hair
Even the sad moments of hesitation ...
I also want to take notes and record the pure sky.
Green mountain peaks
Reed and grass growing along the river bank.
Record the stars and the moon at those nights
The wind through the forest
By the stream that wet my skirt, naked flowers and plants.
Those dreams that lurk in the summer night when fireflies fly by.
No, maybe I have more to describe.
This is not enough.
But when I face the time you wrote,
I was speechless and burst into tears.
All my expectations and worries.
All my lost time.
I was carefully portrayed by you.
arrange
Modern lyric prose poetry 4. Remembering the deepest love
one
Daughter who goes out,
When my husband's family is wronged, the most common mantra is: no, I want to go back to my family!
Daughter who goes out,
When my husband had no money in his pocket, my first thought was: no, I'll go to my mother's house to get it!
Mother's family,
In the eyes of her daughter who goes out, she is an omnipotent reserve army.
second
The best memories of life are:
Grandma, have a nice day.
Because, you are the only one who loves me.
The only love is mine.
In your love,
I don't have to pretend to be worried,
I don't feel any "bad karma" in your love.
Others are orphans when they leave their mothers!
I'm the real orphan without you.
Regardless of the world and thoughts.
"three"
I made a promise,
Let you have fun in the future,
Don't envy others!
I made a promise,
When I grow up, I will buy you the most delicious food.
Don't be disappointed. I'm just a granddaughter.
I made a promise.
I'm married. I'll drive you to my house.
on one's pins
Make you proud once.
I made a promise.
Give you a lot of pocket money to play mahjong like an old man at home.
I made a promise. ...
I can keep these promises today.
Grandma,
Tell me, where are you?
where ...
four
Back in the village,
Looking at the familiar faces, they are all wrinkled.
I found the memory.
Look at those shabby old houses.
I can't find you.
I was instructed.
The representation of wasted years, wasted years.
It's all over.
I'm still so stubborn
Want to-
Find you somewhere
five
This field
What a big morning dew wheat seedling field
I saw you from a distance. ...
One night's nightmare
A horrible night.
Night after night.
A pile of soil
Full of desolation
mourning apparel
Your mind is full of my thoughts.
loess
You buried the greatest true love in the world
Here we are.
I just want to cry. ...
six
I pray
An ingot full of affection in this world.
later ages/time
Grandma, you must have a good life.
I pray
That evil firecracker
Please drive away some disasters.
Let me kiss my grandma.
You must live a good life in the next life.
I pray
Flowers bloom on the other side, and I forget my troubles.
If life can be reincarnated
Meet again
(paternal) grandmother
We should all live a good life.
Modern lyric prose poetry 5 water love
In the sky of the earth, there is the earth that I touch day and night. It cracks and absorbs water. Tomorrow is near the end of the world, and my soul is still hard.
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1
The clouds are lazy, and between heaven and earth, the tide rises and falls.
The land is spiritual, waving 90,000 heroic. The wind came, and the raindrops hid in the clouds, full and clear silently. My hometown is burdened with heavy years. How many vicissitudes are there in my smile?
It is difficult to sneak into Shui Rou with ink beads bit by bit. The hibernating earth wakes up, the grass sprouts happily, and the lines of poetry and ink are holding hands, rippling women's lofty sentiments with roughness and heroism.
Among the trees, a magpie achieved an indestructible beauty with a flying posture.
At midnight, the swinging pendulum ticks and the stars listen attentively. No one can tell the mood at the moment. A Mo Chi disturbed the Lotus Fairy.
Holding a word or a tube of ink, dreaming of salvaging the beauty of time.
Indifference I woke up and picked it up carefully. It turns out that not everything can be saved.
2
A drop of rain and dew contains thousands of miles of potential.
The tide of time has been unable to contain a person's inner impatience.
The village is still swaying in the smoke and the wind is gone. The wail of Hu Jia 18 was hovering over the desert. The red carpet was dyed red in the sun. All the way is red.
Needless to say, burning is something that accumulates over time. Come on! The wind blows kindling, a burning flame.
I can't resist the wonderful world, oh, burning all the way ... moonlight hides and filters out depression. What kind of trip won't bear long sadness? Taking the pulse history, Sangtian Canghai came face to face. I want to hold a drop of rain and dew, cherish roots, wind and sand, and open iron trees. Is it tracing back to my hometown?
There was silence all around. Only greedy birds can flap their wings.
Are those horrible weeds, wild flowers, whispers, flowers and plants clinging to the soul?
Yes, in a trance.
Memory is a skill. A little girl with a hairpin salvaged the moonlight at midnight and recited the story of the mermaid and the little prince. It is too late. Memory is a mirror. Will you get it back if you lose it?
three
Heavy snow closed the mountain. Plum blossoms smile proudly. The cold top is a little lonely.
Right and wrong hang on the crescent moon. Since right and wrong have been relieved, why should we pursue a drop of rain and dew in the future? Maybe meet flint and ignite a raging fire, or meet the earth-shattering sea.
The derailed mountain shouts, competes with time, hollows out the years, and then hangs in the bird's nest like a solid corn cob.
I can't be jealous of the corn that stands out from the crowd, and I don't believe that the arrival of ice and snow can wither and plump.
Ice and snow are dry and cold, hoping for rain.
The earth cracked. The strong wind has turned the barren hills deep in my soul green.
Willow tapestries are everywhere, and swallows cut through the spring mountain.
Water, water, water ... Cold water warms up, and a grass bud comes back with the impulse of life.
The flame crackles in the air, and I can wipe away the vicissitudes of the whole world. Tonight, I met a meteor.
The moon slowed down and listened to the wind.
People are boating on the Wang Yang, and a boat is carrying loneliness. What kind of strength will it use to cross the scab of years?
Ran Yan took the plum blossom bone and a drop of blood rushed to the crown. How many branches does Moonlight and Snow involve?
Many people and things are being thoroughly remoulded and constantly unbalanced in compassion. I found that the world is like water.
Clouds and stars are precursors of floods. Do you need another reason? This is natural.