Lu's Modern Poems 1 Pathfinding
The direction is the end of the journey;
The direction is lost or a clear destination;
There is evil in the direction, even the abyss of evil;
There is kindness in the direction, and it is a happy life after all;
In the direction of the goal, there are temptations from others or environmental infections;
In the process of going all the way, you, he and we are together;
During the period of directing, I met you, and you met and separated.
In the days of chasing the direction, there are sour sadness, licking happiness, bitter suffering and exciting spicy;
In the process of pursuing the direction, there are setbacks and failures, successful smiles and joy, as well as lost pain and unwillingness;
The direction is to wake up from a dream and face the cruelty of reality; It starts from scratch after its own regrets and mistakes; It is from the random pace before, which promotes the transformation into fast running;
The direction is your own choice, and there are also choices given by others. Among many choices, choose your own destination and which one to choose; The wrong choice, the right choice, all blame others, maybe hit the direction;
The end point of the direction goal is so straight when you look up, and there is a feeling of waving when you look closely; Bow your head and suddenly realize that this is a hazy and unknown bumpy road, so bumpy, so ups and downs, so dangerous;
The direction should be persistence, and walking against the wind is not afraid of blowing down the spirit of getting up again;
The direction should be firm, advance in the snow, take firm steps without fear of the cold wind;
Be determined in the direction, and no storm or hail can stop the goal from moving in its own direction. These bad things will only give them greater motivation to move forward, move forward, move forward.
The Road of Modern Poetry II. Finish this road.
I'm walking on a thorny road.
Poisonous vines pierced every inch of my skin.
I close my eyes.
Endure this extreme pain
Waiting for the venom to mix with blood.
Wait for the disordered breath to calm down.
This road is really too difficult to walk.
Too many poisonous vines, too much darkness.
I can't see flowers and light.
Have you been silent since then?
Don't just die?
No I don't.
I'm going to keep going.
Looking for my sky
I don't want to fall.
Let this thousand kinds of poison invade my body so black.
At least I have a beautiful dream.
And indestructible courage.
I believe
One day, I will finish this road.
The Road of Modern Poetry 3: The Road of Summer
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Brush gently
Forest of Secrets
log
hug
Lingdingde cabin
Birds are sweet, birds are sweet.
Honey in the fresh air.
Infiltration window
Birds sing softly, birds sing softly.
Turn into a green leaf
Stretch window
oh
My window
My window lamp
My summer road
oh
My window dream
My window view
My road to life
Four modern poems warm the way home.
Home, distant hands are calling for mom.
Stand on tiptoe at the door
Looking at where you are, there are tears in your eyes, father.
Standing under an old tree, I picked up an old cigarette and smoked for a long time.
Smoke melts into the winter clouds and walks into the sky that belongs to it.
Find your city and know the way home.
Sprinkle the warmth of your loved ones for the New Year, wandering you.
Anxious to return once again threw himself into his parents' arms.
The moment of parting has long been a floating bubble.
Colored you are not enough for your relatives to look at your cheeks.
Dark eyes and mother's wrinkled face hug you with a smile.
In my father's arms, there was a scene where you spoiled as a child.
A warm way home is what migrant workers are eagerly looking forward to.
Waiting for a relative in my hometown 365 days a year.
Tianya Haijiao, Tianya Haijiao, Tianya Haijiao can never be separated.
The hot fertile soil rich in ink
The road of modern poetry 5 the road of hometown
Humming childhood songs.
Thinking about first love.
Always in the lost time.
I remembered the road to my hometown.
The road in my hometown
Full of memories.
We spent our childhood there.
Remember both sides of the road.
Trees and big banyan trees planted near the campus.
Are there many kind families on both sides of the road now?
sometimes
We also don't forget to look back.
Look back at the road.
Now the city surrounds us.
Will we be as prosperous as other cities one day?
Can neon lights light up the whole village at night?
The village where we lived as children.
At that time, there were not so many people and there were no neon lights at night.
But at that time, we were so carefree
Look back when you grow up.
The road in my hometown has also changed a little.
Every door is paved with snow-white cement roads.
Go home occasionally.
I can still hear the sound of Aunt Zhang bickering with her husband next door.
Year after year, day after day.
We have experienced the changes of the times.
When can I feel the way home?
At that time,
Always staring at the sky when no one is around.
Can we change our habits now?
Although this city surrounds us now.
But when will the hometown road become the main road of the city?
Oh, there are too many roads in my hometown.
Recorded our childhood.
Oh, the people in my hometown are really nice.
Including everything we have.
My father taught me when I was a child.
Be a useful person after long hair.
But who can really understand?
The road to our hometown is our last road.
Oh, the way home,
Recorded everything about us!
The Road of Modern Poetry 6 Summer, the Forgotten Road
Where will you be tomorrow?
The road of years is in a hurry.
I don't even have time to say goodbye to the past.
The wind scattered the sadness everywhere.
It withered all summer.
Arrive at t.a. in late summer.
Remember the future.
But I can't find an exit in the ruins.
The sun is dazzling.
Falling dark green leaves
Turned into an autumn bubble
I saw my lost youth.
It struggled in the blazing flame.
The moment you close your eyes
look into the future
Burning cold tears falling from the corner of my eye
Who is tomorrow's dream?
Forgotten fate
Realize freedom for a period of time
I will be here tomorrow, right?
Smell the flowers in the soil.
Bathe in the warm sunshine.
Enjoy the carefree time given to you.
I am no longer afraid of what is the end of this road.
Is it a lie?
Or an oath of self-deception