In the wind
Yellow leaves are flying.
I don't know where it is going.
Walking through the fallen leaves on the ground
joke
Where did the dream go?
Be trampled under your feet
The lights in the distance are still shining.
At the end of a long road
The north wind is blowing from a distance.
Some people are tireless.
Run to the distance
There are no stars tonight.
The lights in the distance are no longer bright at night.
I can't see the fallen leaves flying.
There is a gurgling sound in my ears.
Oh! It's too far away
Looking for modern poetry 2 1
The night is getting colder and colder.
The story of falling in the dust
Gently blown away by the evening breeze
You sit by the window.
Those chapters circled by Gu Teng.
Living in the old city with a cigarette in his mouth.
Chen Hong Meng Xiao village
From a green leaf
Row into the paper full of autumn frost
Another year of competition
You are good at wasting time with the old saying.
Until the dull notes in my eyes read dark yellow.
A plain clothes wandered in the rain lane.
Through the heart of Qian Shan.
How to smell agarwood behind lead flowers
Qian Qian wants Qian Qian to think.
The dust dream cooked by years
Half happy and half sad.
2
Half a roll of thin cold passed by the balcony.
Your steps are still.
Suspense breeds moss.
Plant the seeds of dreams in the distance.
Stories hidden in time
Luohongkai
Those troubles are intertwined between the eyebrows.
Thick and thick in an old word.
Wash lead.
If the water is white, through the dark dust.
Let those skinny bones be alone
Looking for a pure land
Then give yourself to the original heart.
Sunlight shines into the heart.
There is a lightness like jade.
And the tenderness under her plain notes
And spend the rest of my life
Looking for Modern Poetry 3 Walking in the Blue Sky and White Clouds
Through forests and grasslands
Walking through the ancient town with blurred lights, walking through the countryside where chickens and dogs hear each other.
Through the south of the Yangtze River, through the setting sun in Mobei.
I have heard of Tibetan Opera and Kunqu Opera.
Pick Ge Sang's flowers and kiss the white water lily.
Look for the rice noodle shop you have been to along the bluestone path.
Turn the prayer tube and pray to forget that unforgettable love.
Or an empty heart, where to go?
Can the town mentioned on the train really make people forget the past?
Stay in a strange town and go to a movie at midnight every day.
I went back to a small hotel and stayed with holly.
There are thick wool carpets and shiny silver candlesticks.
Oatmeal bread and hot absinthe steaming white.
The basswood house is full of white snow flowers.
The child ran with a pumpkin lantern, leaving a trail of footprints.
The old folding cat is sleeping soundly by the red brick fireplace.
The white-haired landlady fell asleep while knitting a sweater.
Come to a strange place just for a stranger.
He said he was very popular in this small town.
Pushing open the window, snowflakes fall on eyelashes like sparkling stars.
Loneliness is a pipe that burns all night.
The smell of Marlboro is intoxicating and exhausting.
The Damascus red rose in the corner is like a girl's red face when she gets married.
The night wind blew through the empty street.
A figure in a black trench coat in a telephone booth.
Panicked and ran out the door in high heels.
Tears blurred my eyes and the wind filled my thin shirt.
Is that you? We have met before.
Looking for Modern Poetry 4 Perhaps it was an accidental night that touched the light covered with dust because of silence.
Faint, faint
Yellow tungsten lamp mixed with faint darkness.
Shine in the dark
Accompanied by hundreds of millions of crystal raindrops
Stretched by the wind.
Like the three thousand silk of the moon goddess.
It's just ... the night covered her face.
I tried my best to find it, even on tiptoe.
See higher and farther ...
Only to find that my eyesight is poor,
The vague mist rolled like boiling water.
Even the yellow tungsten lamp ran away naughtily …
At this moment.
The sound of falling rain has become the most beautiful note.
It seems to disrupt the layers of smog in essence.
In the end, only wisps of gray smoke remained.
Smell it carefully
There seems to be a lingering smell of smoke in the kitchen.
Seems to realize
A few dark clouds fled in panic.
The starlight in the distance is also very interesting.
And ... she ... hid behind the dark clouds and smiled shyly.
a bit shy
A pair of moving beautiful eyes are crystal clear.
blink
Are enough to cover the bright starry sky.
Under the gray veil I never want to lift.
Maybe it's sadness.
Maybe it's sadness.
I quickened my pace.
Let the muddy road splash.
Let the cold wind penetrate your cheeks.
Let endless nights be postponed indefinitely.
until
until
A fish-belly white hides her vastness.
The morning mist tore her veil.
An ethereal outline
The appearance of whispering.
A weak body
Getting lighter and lighter
It's getting weaker and weaker
suddenly
The dew on the tip of the leaf reflects the goose egg yellow on the horizontal line.
Just for a second.
Her caution is puzzling.
Why are you shouting again?
After all, we can only wait for the next dusk.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
be all tears
If you are well, it will be sunny. ;
Looking for Modern Poetry 5 Looking for Poetry
Go hiking on your back
Bent on finding this poem.
Go to the mountains to find historical sites.
Green mask, red wall and wooden fish knocking
Go to the grassland to sing and have a long rest.
Cattle and sheep float like clouds.
Go to the seaside to pick up shells.
Wave after wave.
Travel all over the country
Grass is everywhere in the initial letter.
Poetry is always accidental.
Love makes waves from the heart.
Autumn night travel
It's cool without wind
It's refreshing without rain.
The faint moonlight shone down.
Gorgeous street lamps set off the scene.
It's autumn night.
There is peace without looking.
Keep the change, but there is a voiceless sound.
Autumn insects sing softly.
The laughter of passers-by became a narration.
It's autumn night.
Raise the sky and invite the moon for company.
My heart is clear and melts in the vast starry sky.
Fall into the shadow and become three.
There is no wine, only silence and joy.
Text/straw
You are a thief.
Your finger, gently stroke.
It went into my pocket.
I don't know. When I lost everything
I keep my dignity and face a battle.
An unprepared disaster. You look calm.
I can't see the tension, as if I'm used to it.
So free and easy. Keep your original smile.
Until I left and saw you.
Walking into the crowd, a shallow figure.
There is no turning back. Like a good meal.
Start another trip again
* * * 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.
Love in the sky and snow (3)
The dull sky is mixed with a little chill.
The tearful snowflakes smell of blood.
The sea became deathly silent.
Weird cold air
I'm breathless with depression.
I cling to the only warmth.
But my eyes were ruthlessly wet with snowflakes.
Dark, lonely, cold
As snowflakes flow into my heart.
I used to think that there was a beautiful waiting for me in the depths of the sea.
Fill the empty heart of the sea with all your tears.
Just, this beautiful waiting.
Tear up my luxuries.
Pain kills beauty.
Tears sell the soul.
I only blame the snow, which left my world blank.
Let me lose the footprint of my return.
Stand quietly in the snow and cry silently.
Snowflake, are you also crying and sighing?
It's just that your tears seem to have dried up
I can't touch your face.
Imagine drawing an outline in the sky.
Repair your broken smiling face
I can't bear to touch the temperature of snow.
I'm afraid the cold snow will melt this beach.
Maybe I really should forget.
I used to cherish the sea with my life
It obliterated my sky.
Snowflakes ran aground on the beach
My tears are wet, and snowflakes have dyed the sea red.
Several white dreams dissolved in the waves.
I shed tears and was swallowed up by the sea a little.
The sky seems to have condensed into several pieces.
Gradually, some cracks.
Disappear in my eyes
This ending hurts me so much.
Dangui Hanxiang visited the West Lake.
Standing at the bow of Dongpo
Layers of green waves rippled gently.
Can't see the sun, grandpa's smiling face
A breeze blew up my hair.
Melting autumn and tiger heat
The top of Leifeng Tower is shining with golden light.
Is it sunny or rainy?
Is the moon dead or the Jade Rabbit hiding?
Always shining into the sky
But the white snake is in full bloom with tears?
Winter snow blocked the bridge of love.
bridge cutoff
Carrying the weight of love in the world
Xizi Lake treasures the misty rain in the south of China.
Make-up can't hide tenderness.
Mud and sand build a long dam.
Millennium Su Causeway tells the story of the old lady's teenage madness.
Qiantang River is boiling with blood.
Always input fresh blood for the West Lake.
Beauty of Smart Landscape: Beauty of Beauty
Blow the horn of reform more forcefully
* * * Draw a modern version of The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.