Clouds dotted with white clouds are leisurely.
I walked into the distance.
Without a little quiet.
Small yellow flowers blooming by the roadside
Make public dreamed of Gao Shuang in autumn.
light footsteps
Like the precipitation of a dream.
Encounter drifting wind
The swaying leaves tell the story of wandering.
Wandering like a cloud
Full of freedom.
Fall in love with the hazy sky
Willing to pick a flower of love
Hold it in the palm of your hand
Breathe carefully and moisten.
Run in a hurry
The sky is hazy and distant as usual.
Scattered sunset projection
Tired and flustered.
Let go of the flowers in your hand.
Flowers are flying in the air.
Relieved the melancholy in my heart.
Hazy is the color of dreams.
Grab the spring by the roadside.
Wash away the contaminated dust.
The orange sky.
Thoughts hang quietly
A comfortable and warm sunset
Dye everything in the world golden.
Stop the pace of progress
turn back
It's already deep to walk modern poetry for 2 nights.
But I don't want to disturb your dream,
Do you know that?/You know what?
Angels in the night have no shape.
If destroyed,
Should we stop chasing?
The ostrich lost its hair, the eagle lost its wings,
Jumping flowers chase furry wings.
I don't belong on the swing in the tree,
The elves in the forest are not my masters.
Don't make me wear green,
I'm not very beautiful.
Fell into the mud beside the ferry,
Die happily,
Lying beside me are all my companions.
Or continue to wander with the ferry,
Reach the other shore,
Fall into the water
I am dead,
Belonging to this vast land,
The dead lost their roots,
I took away happiness.
It stopped,
Life will arrive at the station.
Get on the train and go to another station.
I will meet my mother,
Call her and hug her.
Like a child,
What I want is your arms in winter,
Not a dragging teddy bear.
Mom,
Tell me, is there a home I love in heaven?
Oh, mom,
Don't tell me yet,
Let me have a look first.
I follow the footsteps of freedom.
Please give me a big hug when we meet.
A gift for a long-lost child.
Others say it's crazy,
I said it was the peak.
Give me a minute,
I'll be right there.
I am just a flower that walks freely on the ground.
Walking Modern Poetry III. Save the incomplete opportunities and pile them up into a landscape.
Save new machines and build rivers and mountains.
Seize every opportunity to reproduce the imprint of history.
In my heart, it affects the rise and fall of everything.
Only the old ones and the brand-new ones.
A new self is also a long-term inspiration.
Dominate the broken imagination in the integrity of choice.
The trade-off between value and vague true love.
Carrying a lot of burdens, beauty is fermenting.
In the mind, flow is changing.
Wisdom haunts my mind and arouses strong associations.
Light up time and be crazy in your dreams.
Many people inadvertently joined the growth camp.
Saved the persistence and released the cold and warm.
Adjust your feelings and enrich your appreciation.
Brewing harvest, everything comes from the eternal wreath.
I haven't kept a diary for a long time.
I just want to write an article to see who else is watching me. ..
I have been in a strange city for almost three months.
Seems to underestimate a lot of things
I found that there was really nothing to miss.
Remember who? Who thought of me?
I used to be famous there.
Who remembers me now?
Who replaced my previous position?
When someone enters a circle, someone leaves.
I don't think anyone went out this time.
But I'm far away. ..
After walking for so long, the public opinion in the past should have receded.
I said it before. I used to feel like a god, but now I feel like a person. A person without eyes, I don't know if I can regard myself as an individual in the future.
Fortunately, to this day, I still regard myself as a person.
Now I can walk into a circle at will.
Leave a circle without any feeling.
Am I a god again?
God without feelings, troubles, smiles, tears and expressions?
Hehe, I'm pretending again. I am trying to win the sympathy of others again. ..
I want to cry again. No more tears. ..
It's dawn. I should go to bed.
The devil can't see the light .. It hurts my eyes. ..
I should disappear in the bright sunshine.
Walking Modern Poetry 5 Forget Everything
Forget everything
We are silent in the cold river of time.
We forget who we really are.
We are addicted to the inertia of thinking.
We learned to be tactful.
We have learned hypocrisy.
We also learned to give up our purest selves.
We're either laughing.
We're either confused
We're either sad.
River of time
Icy water
What is indelible is our truest self.
We gave up our dreams.
We indulge in what we are greedy for
We forgot our original intention.
When did it start?
We gradually become lonely individuals.
When did we stop following the so-called moral ethics?
When did it start?
Our ugly side is gradually exposed.
Since when?
We began to bury our hearts.
Expel people's hearts with interests
Time is a long river of greed.
What we expect and want.
We were submerged in the river.
We ran forward.
Just for the wider world.
We never stop.
Calm down and think about it.
Look at the stars and the moon.
Look at what time has turned us into.
Cold water soaked our hearts.
We never feel how cold it is.
Because I'm used to it
A cold heart wears a mask of hypocrisy.
There is always a distance between us.
What is love?
It's warmth, it's warmth, it's the harbor of the soul.
Just warm, warm, harbor.
You have to find the right person.
We seem to have been fighting.
Keep moving
I have been running.
It's just that we never look back at the chapter of history.
Never stop to admire.
Our hearts are cold.
A body covered in blood was buried in a sea of people.
We support another person's lies with lies.
Open secret business secrets.
Just for ourselves.
The river of time is cold.
It is also cruel.
Is sad
Can't dock.
It's loneliness
It is also full of various flavors.
It is bitter
This is also the most helpless.
Innocent, we no longer exchange love for love easily in the long river.
I'm just used to tit for tat.
We froze our hearts.
But I want to warm myself with my body temperature.
Helpless, we feel the pain of life.
And enjoy it.
Walking with a cane polished by sand.
Travel far under the touch of the sunset
Let the west wind blow over the wrinkled skin
Clear eyes still disappear.
Crossing the wind and sand
Through the mottled desert
Pick a berry
Throw it in your mouth.
I can't tell if it's sour.
It's still spicy
Life always goes on.
What about you?
bear one's cross
Still travel far
* * * You are like a dream in the morning.
* * * You are like a dream in the morning.
In an instant, it disappeared.
But you see, the bridge is windy.
The wind is vaguely accompanied by shadows.
I read and express friendship in words.
At that time, the eyes were in your palm.
I read and draw a heart screen.
How can it be a night clock?
Sitting alone tonight
Watching the shore cool in winter
Liuhen riverside
Zong Siyi sent it gently.
I know. I think I remember.
It's not as thick as before.
I know that at this moment
It is difficult to become a lifelong hug.
If you are fishing,
Wander around
Get drunk tonight,
When acacia is full of wind.
We are the stars of the night.
Count the dreams on earth
We are also like the stars at night.
Stay optimistic.
Walking Modern Poetry 7 Happiness of Walking
Submerged in traffic.
It seems to be derailed from society.
We forgot.
The hardships of the long March
Only remember its glorious course.
Forget muddy barefoot.
in fact
The most beautiful scenery is around.
because of you
Accustomed to the days of car delivery
I miss you very much.
Walking hand in hand among flowers and plants
But I think ...
This request is too extravagant.
One day in May
Let the joy of walking
Take you to fly
Put the hope of parting
Knead into the morning sunshine
Put the joy of going home
Scattered in the afterglow of the sunset
The pleasure of walking
Crazy and happy with each other
The pleasure of walking
Through your surprise.
The pleasure of walking
Use weighing scale to measure your limit.
The pleasure of walking
Happiness is your happiness.