Modern classic inspirational poem Part I: Everything North Island
Everything is fate.
Everything is a cloud of smoke.
Everything is the beginning without an ending.
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
All happiness has no smile.
All sufferings have no tears.
All languages are repetitive.
All contacts are new.
All the love is in my heart.
All the past is in a dream.
All hope is accompanied by notes.
All faiths groan.
There was a moment of silence when everything broke out.
All deaths have long echoes.
Modern classic inspirational poem II: "This is everything"
Modern Classic Inspirational Poetry Part II: Everything is Shuting.
Not all trees
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all flames
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars
It only means darkness.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs
It passed by my ear.
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not all losses can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts
They all stepped under their feet, in the mud;
Not all the consequences
It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
Modern classic inspirational poem III: Farewell to Xu Zhimo, Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
The green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.