Quiet night and moonlight are like practice.
The distant starry sky whispers.
His tenderness is like water, rippling.
The last ray of moonlight fell.
The last friendship collection
The last love is gentle.
Finally, sing songs in the distance.
A rainbow across the sky
Build a bridge that will never fade.
You came lightly.
My eyes are obsessed with waiting.
Finally a gust of wind blew.
The last leaf is floating
The last thought is buried in my heart.
Finally, smile goodbye.
Only the bright moon shines in the sky.
Only missing burns in my heart.
Those years have passed.
In the end, it all ended in silence.
The last sound of the piano faded away.
The last swan goose passed by.
Poems written by splashing ink in the last autumn
Who will sing the scattered broken sentences?
finally
Fortunately, I have you in my hand.
Hard days in the wind and rain
How can love be calm after many years?
The Last Modern Poetry 2 (1)
Use witchcraft
Make an alternative graft.
Combine birds with bass.
Let chrysanthemum and purple bamboo fall in love.
Osmanthus fragrans green leaves lean on clouds and dreams.
The hut smells of spring.
Before approaching the canyon
I want the butterfly to have a bumpy dream.
In a rich and clean place
Chinese redbud in hand
Make the final embellishment for autumn
(2)
Autumn rain is lingering.
The weather is warm and cold.
Reconciliation and opposition.
The residual load struggled for the last time in the pond.
She is sad, she is silent, and she is helpless.
How many friendly encounters she squandered.
In late autumn
Measure the distance between rain and load.
One dream after another spread to the distance.
Has already left.
A drop of disillusionment
Enough to light the lamp of hell.
(3)
I'll tell the homeless
Buddha once walked through Dan Huade's childhood.
Autumn is coming.
No house, no home.
Some whispers came in.
There are some unimaginable things in life.
The related "path" has been sealed.
And the heart is still beating outside the body.
Find a cave to sleep alone.
Prosperity is neglected, and illness is far away.
Who cares about your life and death?
(4)
Wake up at dawn
Mist enveloped the Jade Belt River.
The golden fields are sown with eternal love.
Happiness and pain
Dew leaks time.
Moisturize the branches of life together
We thank the creator together, noble and bearing the cross.
The earth on the dragon is awake.
Looking forward to the primitive barbaric invasion of farmers
In her dreamy years
The flowering season of agricultural production.
The Last Modern Poetry 3 Listening
The sea is roaring.
The sea without boundaries is boundless.
The wind blows over the sea level.
Like a windbreaker worn by a cleaner.
I know he will devour everything.
Swallow all the sadness and roar.
look
The loser is trembling.
Blood vessels protrude from the skin surface.
Anger burns in the storm.
Losers run at night with frequent lightning.
This is the last trip.
This is the final redemption.
I know you are angry.
I know you have to swallow the sweat.
Phoenix is burning, phoenix is burning.
listen to
The fire is burning in the field.
The earth is shaking and you are running.
Loser, you are angry.
You fight lightning.
Soar in the ocean
Rebirth from the fire! Rebirth from the fire!
This is your last battle before dawn.
Burning! Burning! Burning like a phoenix
Learn to be boundless in sadness!
The last modern poem 4 is arranged in this way.
Write the wall of ideas in code
Build an emotional house
I am driving away the slaves in my heart.
Complete the overload of taxes and imperial grain
This is the combination.
Build the legendary carved beams and painted buildings
Decorate the Qushui in the history books.
The fate of the emperor depends on my fate.
Scholars make waves, and they make waves next.
I have a plot against my ex.
I have the arrogance of trampling on Shixian.
Thoughts are always more flustered than footsteps.
Even talking in a dream intermittently in the dark.
Hide and hide
There is no secret heirloom in hand.
Like a fallen craftsman
More often, I wait gloomily alone.
Like an alien trapped in a mire
At the end of despair, seize the last hope.