Who's shaking?
Oh, little life,
Why are you sad?
Why are you worried?
I saw it. ...
Under the empty blue sky
A bird
Facing the forest.
It said: I cry, but I am free.
I can even ignore you!
I don't know
Above the sun
Is it the shadow and darkness of night?
I just want to laugh.
That tireless bird
Laugh at its courage and overreaching.
I can't help laughing.
Keep laughing.
Laugh at the bleak sun
Since the last century
Last century
For ... centuries
In some hellish valley.
Go up, go up
What are you laughing at?
I think maybe I don't even know myself.
In a word, in a word.
Laugh and laugh happily.
Cry, cry happily.
No one needs to look for it
The answer to this worthless question
Wasting time.
In this way, no one will laugh at you
Bang, bang, bang!
Impression of modern poetry 2 Tujia impression
Tujia impression
It's the girl on the diaojiao building looking out of the window.
It's the desolate doors and windows of the house in Sijiangkou.
It is a curved paddy field hanging on the slope.
It's water under the mountain, a boat in the water.
It's the road on the mountainside, and it's the footprints on the road.
It's the larks on the top of the mountain whispering.
Tujia impression
It is a song that rushes to the beach and rolls to Qingjiang River.
It is the mountain people who call the sun.
It is the camel bells of the caravan jingling on the salt road in the distance.
Really, sister, please take a series of actions from loading cigarettes to making tea.
Tujia impression
It was my sister who wanted to cross the river. Who will make me cry?
It's Sister Huang. She looks good, like a peddler.
It was the daughter who murmured and stared at the lover under the parasol.
It's Salho's death. Cheerfulness, drumming, sadness and joy.
It's the colorful brocade of Xilankapu.
Yes, birds fly over the wave hall singing.
It's delicious cooked by a firewood stove.
In the center of the room is a plush chair.
Tujia impression
It is the warmth of 30 degrees north latitude, and it is the fragrance of birds and flowers.
It is a looming blue tile and white wall under the green forest tree.
This is a joke between men, women and children under the osmanthus tree.
This is a blue sky, clear water, blue sky and white clouds floating auspicious.
Impression of modern poetry this summer 3
Soil spreads from one place to another.
Get wet by the rain
With the rain
The weather crept into autumn.
Talk about everything online.
It feels like mint.
In the hot summer
Day after day
A rare ray of coolness.
I stared at my fingertips for a long time.
A long portrait
How many times do you have to type these lines?
No electricity, no sentences.
Only myself
Love is in rainy days.
My heart plopped.
Crystal clear, waiting for the moon to come.
When the moonlight dances.
Splash, tears, flowers and frogs
Spend a few late nights together
Xian Meng he Tang
It's early autumn.
The hidden door of autumn
Walk for a few days.
I seem to be still in summer.
Impression of modern poetry 4 Summer after a rainy day
Always love to stack hot emotions.
Lock it in the memory drawer.
About cicada singing
About laziness in life
About the way rhubarb dog licks his long tongue.
When the day is too thin to get close to the sun.
Naked shirts and dresses
This is the best decoration in summer.
Recall the coolness of summer.
When I was young, a group of friends didn't wear hats.
Barefoot always loves to chase clouds.
Tread in the shadow of clouds in search of shade.
There seems to be a huge straw hat hanging overhead in the sky.
It's just that the clouds occasionally move at an amazing speed.
Run away suddenly.
What is left on the ground is still burning green thorns.
Gourd egg
When the sun reminds and orders a string.
Squeeze into the envelope of years
Summer goes from the southernmost tip of the earth to the northernmost tip of the earth.
Imagination is still
Dull clouds and mood
Impression of Modern Poetry 5 Childhood, Father
This is a thin yellow photo.
It's a two-word name without temperature.
He is an ugly man with long hair and black stubble, and laughter can wear through the whole compound.
It was a big hand that threw me over my head and smelled of oil.
At school, my father
This is a letter from desert and plateau.
It is a pair of shoulders that carry the rations of a family of five.
It is a red signal suit that drinks against the north wind, sings against the sand and rocks, and beats on the desolate surface.
It's a circle that my mother and I drew on the map with our thoughts.
After work, father
That's piles of red certificates and awards.
It is a piece of chalk, which travels around in geophysical exploration class to impart knowledge.
It is an old machine with a profile, with a data line hidden in the chest and full power to draw lines.
It is a pair of eagle eyes, which can screen geological structures and accurately locate oil reservoirs.
Now, the father who is over the age of ancient times.
It is the tricycle driver who walks the streets under the command of his mother to see the scenery.
Running under the little grandson's ass is a mighty steed.
Is a revolutionary veteran who stubbornly regards pills and syrup as his sworn enemies.
It's just a monotonous repeater that talks about desert, drilling rig and derrick all day.
Father, my father
It is a stone on the road of oil development in China.
During oil and gas exploration, it fluttered in the wind. A flag
In his dream, desert wind and oil flowers flow in his blood.
He used the pride of youth and the strength of life
Explained the oil man's enterprise spirit of "patriotism, pioneering, seeking truth from facts and dedication"
Impression of modern poetry 6 seems to be in the past.
I will walk behind you.
Look at your beautiful figure.
This narrow space
Especially bright.
I hope this corridor
Infinite extension
regrettable
In the corner
You suddenly disappeared.
/
Just like now.
You sit next to me.
Listen to your gossip
Sunshine goes all the way forward
Very clever
I hope this time
Stop here.
regrettable
All the way to the finish line
You just watch.
/
You are not what I long for.
This is not what I want to see.
You're like this.
How can I ignore it?
Smoking seems to have become a habit for a long time.
You can't quit anyway.
I can't say how urgent it is.
Who can believe it?
I can't forget my heart.
/
As thick as a mountain
As long as water.
Can't turn a blind eye
I still count every day.
Rely on your own changes.
That's illusory.
Are moving in the same direction.
/
I'll look in the direction of your finger
There is a vast area of water and sky.
It seems that I am driving this kind of oil-burning furniture.
Give everything.
You cann't get that close
Sweeping yourself has nothing to do with it.
No wonder the scenery is Leng Yan.
So lonely
Melt me in an empty glacier
/
What exists will continue to exist.
Day and night.
No matter how crowded the space is
Or is time just endless?
In short, we must be worthy.
God-given natural conditions
Impression of modern poetry 7 Ganghedu
20xx March 23rd
The flower of self-confidence
Don't need green leaves to support.
Just a little warm breath.
It will be brilliant and flourishing.
You come from the severe winter.
There are snowflakes on my body.
Please keep that clear and transparent heart.
In this season of falling English, flying insects and flying grass.
KINOMOTO SAKURA has its own.
KINOMOTO SAKURA's integrity
When you came, it was like a dream.
When you leave, it falls like snow.
year after year
We wandered under the cherry tree.
Sometimes it goes too far.
Sometimes it seems to go back in time.
But the days when everything was engraved are gone forever.
Because of the branch of time
No more driving
Yesterday's flower