A string of waves strung pearls on the chest.
My window is very shallow.
A group of children walked by.
I can't.
Call them.
The cloud is not true.
cruel
Haggard, only dreams.
Wake up during the day.
Children passing by
Pick up the pearls left under your feet quickly.
The waves are full of satisfaction, piled with laughter and propped up.
The wind covers the wound, and it does not forget.
Imagination of thought
Confused and running, counting pearls
A few are still making up.
Beautiful coral, the bridge is very loud.
Call your figure
Wander around
After this summer,
It rained all the way.
The ocean of love is flashing.
IOT, looking forward to the Chinese style.
Make up and browse the diary
Pearls are broken in a bowl, and dreams overlap.
The rest of the topic
Nowhere to preach
Looking for a boat is foggy
The shadow holds the rope.
The sun went down.
Bangmu
When I woke up, it was dark.
fierce/wild/violent wind
Yellow leaves are flying.
Sunset town
This song is humming.
blue
Color, embroidered waves with endless silk thread.
There is no boat to go.
On the island.
Open a lonely flower
From modern poem 2, this is in late autumn.
Someone's dispersed again.
I wrote a farewell poem.
It's been several days
I don't remember how many days have passed.
I heard you say you were leaving.
Always say it's still early, don't rush to leave.
In the blink of an eye, you are empty.
Never left a shadow.
I started complaining.
Complain that we met too late
Leave too early
I left in a hurry.
Did you stop?
I never felt it.
Maybe you stayed too short.
I have no time to pay attention.
That night,
We talked about interesting things on the roof.
as usual
We are unscrupulous.
talk and laugh cheerfully/merrily
Never felt the taste of parting.
Hmm. How interesting
But who knows, this may be the last time we let go.
Looking at each other's blurred faces for the last time on a breezy night
Gradually
Gradually
instant
The familiar smiling face left.
I remembered
I'm telling you, when you leave,
I will write down the words with my thoughts and send them to you.
You see
Have you seen it?
These are the exact words.
There are no gorgeous sentences.
No heartfelt words.
You're watching
Behind these words
Recorded our happiness in those days.
I never told anyone.
These pleasures are right after you leave.
Will be repaired here.
Others don't understand
We understand.
Go ahead
Just go like this
Very quiet
It's really quiet
I don't know if you are ready to leave now.
I don't know whether you are facing sunrise or sunset.
Will leave this land
I am very quiet
It's quiet around.
The atmosphere is harmonious.
Never felt you leave.
Very common.
The usual makes people feel that something is missing.
I just can't remember.
Originally, all my real friends were poor.
When you leave,
hum ......
Forget it.
As you say.
You have to go when it's time to go.
Start (a disease)
I won't send it.
When shall we meet again?
When did I say goodbye to you?
We never said that.
That shouldn't mean you have to leave.
late autumn
late autumn
Separate from others
Quzhongsan
See you again.
See you again.
Maybe I'll never see you again
I won't send it
It's not that I don't want to send it
I was afraid to see you off at that time.
oneself
Laugh ugly
See you again.
friend
For you.
Beauty ci
The glory of modern poetry from the west gradually disappeared.
The wind kissed the quiet lake warmly.
Touch a handful of green willow leaves and hold them in your hand.
Put a wine glass on the stone fence by the lake.
Pour a glass of low-alcohol liquor and drink it quietly alone.
Night crept in.
I can't hear footsteps, I can't see people.
Close your eyes and the night will hold me in your arms.
Touch my tired body with her generous palm.
Slightly drunk, leaning against the bar to sleep.
The west building in the distance, on the foggy lake.
"The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand." This is Qinhuai River, no, this is my dream.
The tree-lined paths and bamboo forests are so quiet that I can hear my breathing.
I looked at my vague shadow and walked slowly.
Song and dance, bamboo flute, piano.
I lifted my gown and gently set foot on the west wing.
Here, there is no figure I am familiar with.
Standing in the west wing, looking at the quiet place in the corner.
An elegant girl in a red shirt plays the pipa.
Transparent me, as thin as cicada wings, jumping
I flew to her side.
The jade emperor, who had not played the piano for a long time, took it out of his sleeve and listened to the girl's pipa.
The red shirt fluttered and rubbed my face gently.
The fragrance masked the decadent sound coming from the west wing.
Distant
Over the noise, fly to the vast night sky
Outside the city, fireworks scattered and rose, and rose and scattered.
Colorful, but easy to get cold.
pipa
The flute is far away.
Is it a brief encounter, or should I be glad?
I dare not profane beauty, just quietly watching your gentle posture dance.
Wandering around, turning rings, vicissitudes of life
I don't want to walk out of my dream, I don't want to belong to a hypocritical dynasty, I don't like it.
With the painter's pen, I use it to draw your eyebrows and portraits.
Tear off a piece of red paper and smear your lips.
In the lonely street where there is no one, the watchers play too much.
For families that don't close their doors at night, farmers sleep at cool nights.
The stars are always waiting for the bright moon.
One, two, 10 million?
Thousands of miles away, the real world is dragging and calling the roll.
I can't be absent. My native place was predestined from birth.
You said we corresponded.
Send the letter to the destination station by station.
I write to you.
I'll read it to you when I'm asleep.
Yueming
wake up from a dream
The girl in a red shirt's lithe body flew into the distance on the lake.
Open your hazy eyes
The glass fell to the ground and broke in two.
I wrote a letter, but I never dreamed again.
Qiu Ge, who came from modern poetry, can't hide the sadness of leaving people.
The leaves of banyan trees are peeling calluses from the south wall of branches.
Longxu River breaks after crossing a section of Changhuan Road.
Its unbridled sweeping shames the black-faced people.
A runaway who was pregnant with crickets tripped over a disease in his hometown.
He stepped in front of the roots of the coconut king.
Listen to the bus of three magpies. Come on in the blue sky.
Silver eagles and white clouds melt at lofty heights.
These exotic sad memories are locked in the fog and worried about the city.
These unconscious collisions are like throwing eggs at a stone.
It makes sense to leave people under the temple.
But I was spurned by simple facts.
How can the organ awaken Qimxy who has left people?
The whereabouts scattered in the starry sky
Rolling tears rotting in acacia Chi Pan.
The mountain dwelling has deteriorated in the rearview mirror of time
autumn
The morning bell and the evening drum of the apocalypse
Wings tilt in autumn.
Bats escape from twilight.
Good fruit of betrayal
Back to the rubber disc, burning and expanding.
Grind the girl's mouth
A sad camel is like a desert storm.
Rest along the oasis with water as the mirror.
It carries heavy trafficking.
Meet the bride of my dreams.
Teenagers who race against the dawn
How can mantis get in the way?
Strike with the wind and pick it up for autumn.
Show the golden voice
Autumn is coming again.
It is not empty, it is not in vitro, it is not empty.
Surrounded by seawater, there is a saltworks in the middle.
Everything has been baked with ice thorns.
Guarding the soul and the rest of itself.
Hold the flame tightly
Rivers hit by stones are happier.
Pigeons with branches retreated to the top of the mountain.
Show great strength and salvation
The yellow and gold of autumn berries
Everything sings together.
Fence in autumn
The fence that stands out in the sunset is the boundary of autumn.
No strawberries, no fairy photos.
The turbid waves are monstrous, and the sound of the city is rolling forward.
The dumb lanterns on the eaves are still flirting.
The golden breeze is always lazy.
Twenty-four withered autumn old people talked in silence.
The cat shape at dusk will slow down breathing.
Capture a sad nothingness in the corner.
The toddler picked up odds and ends everywhere.
He doesn't understand the changes of seasons and life.
Sit in ignorance and enjoy the bitter joy of harvest and game.
Sing the call of the dawn to the night.
I am alone on the dark side of autumn.
The Fence in Liang Zhu's Sympathetic Folk Songs
From modern poem 5, from the excitement that can't be hidden during the day to the silence at night.
But I didn't expect to have such a lonely heart
Think of someone who is so tired.
Walking alone on this road
Between the sleeping ancient street and the breathing air
Under the flashing street lights
A person's figure is looming.
So the loneliness of half of the body
So inadvertently exposed to the familiar cold air.
Bear it silently.
Tears hollowed out the chill of the night wind.
And at the moment when the air suddenly solidified.
A warm song came from the middle of the night.
One by one, the beating notes outlined his image.
Flip through my old calendar book easily.
Set off the sweet memories of meeting in the youth campus.
But when I accidentally woke up from the song,
Only to find that the warm moment of singing has long gone.
Accompanied by a hoarse call.
It turns out that my heart is still in the tenderness of memories.
He will never forget it.
Maybe the subconscious already knows the ending of this song.
But how should I answer?
Wrinkled eyebrows
Today's "sadness"
And he's still hiding in a dream so far away.
Maybe Providence has ordered its model.
Too fragile.
I have read the most beautiful melancholy.
You disappoint me so much.
I am really ready to go this time.
I'm not going back.
When I was with you, I thought we would always be like this.
But you hurt me too much.
I'm not that cheeky
How many times did we fight together in a year?
I am tired. I'll go by myself.
I just can't stand it every time.
I don't know what kind of life I am living now.
I am so transparent. In your eyes, you see through me.
What kind of life did we lead before we came here?
How about now
I have a headache. I know your headache is worse than mine.
I don't want to do this anymore.
When we first started dating, we always said that we met too late. Why not meet earlier?
Maybe you met the wrong person at the wrong time.
I really regret why I chose this road.
It's out of control now
How can I face my family?
How to explain what happened?
I really want to live with you.
But you did this to me.
Honey, what happened to us?
Is it money?
I'm too good at living in fantasy.
It's too unrealistic
I think it's time for me to face the reality.
I'm sorry, it's not that I don't love you,
It just never appears in your heart,
You know my heart is broken.
At night, I bent down and hid in the dark.
I don't want to remember everything,
Because of all the memories,
Only you left traces of pain,
You turned and left.
Leave me alone in this long lonely night.
Thinking of you, my tears are dripping,
But not a drop falls on your heart.
Dragging a tired body in the dark,
Tomorrow, I don't know where to go,
Where is mine?
Go, go, go,
Forget yourself.
Looking for the continuation of dreams,
But I don't know if it's the beginning or another memory.
Dare not try,
Because I can't hurt myself.
If I don't have the wind,
I have been hurt mercilessly by you.
Tomorrow, is it another bitter memory?
All this, after all, can't be deviated.
The rain in the sky falls on the ground,
I don't know whether it's rain or tears,
Depressed and heartless
Q, is there love in heaven?
I will allow you to hold hands with me, thank you.
Love is inseparable!
Why are we so far away from Modern Poetry 8?
People who live in my heart
The person I cherish most
Someone too precious to hug.
Because I didn't give everyone the happiness they had.
And the one who has never laughed, I love you.
Someone who has been with me through thick and thin.
As long as I can do for you, I will go all out.
Dear, I will always protect you.
Thank you for always trusting me. Wait for me.
Wait for me, a man with many shortcomings.
if there is an afterlife
I hope you will still be my favorite in the next life.
Even if you get lost in the dark
We will be each other's street lamps, illuminating each other's roads.
Whether it's strong wind or heavy rain.
Please don't let go of my hand.
When I am tired
When I was weak, you were by my side.
I always use "sorry" instead of "thank you" to you like this.
Dear, I will always protect you.
Thank you for always trusting me.
Wait for me, wait for me, I have many shortcomings.
Honey, whenever I call you that.
I will feel happy, and I will cry happily.
I love you
Goodbye, my love.
From modern poem 9 When Qingming still lives in April,
When the weeping willows on the shore are not green,
God arranged a rainy season,
This continuous rain curtain,
It seems to understand the sadness of the world.
The rape blossoms in March are particularly brilliant.
Wheat seedlings are also green in human eyes.
My father loved it all his life,
Studying these crops in the fields,
Every grass and tree condenses his bitter sweat.
An honest and frank father is not very talkative,
Doing farm work is the best,
Xia Tian went into the kitchen, more capable than his mother.
Do it at sunrise and rest at sunset,
This is a good habit he has developed all his life.
Father treats people sincerely and never cares.
If the neighbors can tolerate it,
Let it go if you can,
I can't stand smoking and drinking,
How much unnecessary trouble has been avoided.
My father has never traveled far in his life.
I don't have much culture in my stomach,
But he knows how to love his children,
How to manage your own small world?
Decades of ups and downs have flowed through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
I envy those people with beautiful hair on their temples countless times.
You can call "Dad" one by one,
Every sacrificial season,
I can only hold a bunch of flowers,
Go to your grave and whisper dad, dad.
Missing, only separated by a piece of land,
I silently pulled up the weeds in the grave,
Kneeling and talking to you,
Dad, how are you over there?
Can you give me an answer in my dream tonight?
From the modern poem 10 When water brings the message of spring.
When the breeze blows the green color of spring
I've been saying
Looking for memories of walking with you that spring.
The yard at dusk is as quiet as ever.
Who thinned the spring breeze?
A little across my heart.
So soft, so delicate
Outside the window, it is the color of a painting.
I folded up an old story and hid it in plain paper.
Suddenly a flower opened in the corner of the lip.
Your breath is still dying in this flower.
The sunset smeared poetry on the window.
I live in a poem.
I don't know the falling petals
Whose past life was a memory?
Beautiful paintings when flowers bloom.
When the flowers fall, they are full of poetry.
If you come, whether the flowers bloom or fall.
Is the most beautiful encounter in the world.
Don't ask how deep you are
Just hold a poetic heart in your hand.
Waiting time, eyebrows and heart
Half loneliness, half happiness.
My Jiangnan, your hometown
I'm still the woman who attacked plainclothes.
I always thought waiting for a long-lost reunion
There is only one poem apart.
This spring, I am still here.
Write a poem for you with a smile.
In a fragrant small print, there is you.
Looking for the trace of that flower.