Modern poetry praising life

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Rule 1: Life is the meeting of a drop of water and the vastness of the sea.

A white cloud greets the embrace of the sky.

A flower meets another flower's love.

The spark of one soul meeting another.

Life is an encounter.

I met you and started my trek.

A trek is an arrival.

One arrives for the other.

I approach you with a sense of mission.

To accomplish the most important thing in life.

To enjoy the most beautiful scenery on the road of destiny.

I put all my efforts and strength into it.

Through the scenery of spring, summer, autumn and winter

Still deducing the dream of the four seasons.

Travel through time

Still deducing the elegance of the years

Life is an encounter.

People come and go.

I met another self.

It can bloom gracefully.

Chapter two: There is no absolute river in life, and there is no absolute river in life.

When it dries up,

But not completely dead.

His flow direction

It's his way home again.

Populus euphratica on both sides withered.

Waiting for the lost lover

From those flabby breasts

Send the memory of the deceased to a distant place.

The city was born in the mountains.

Disappeared at the seaside again

People ran from one end to the other.

A brand-new spacious room

Waiting for resurrection

There is no absolute river.

Until death

No one put you

Extremely forgetful

Article 3: Life is an illusion.

I tried to write a village:

Long reeds, higher than my shoulders.

Smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up thousands of miles across the river bank.

A fictional cormorant, standing in

On a stranded bamboo raft

You're right behind me. Turn around.

You can see in the distance.

Looking for our arrival, looking for

Our departure

B

I tried to make up a beautiful story:

There is a house and a French window.

Sunlight shines in and is rendered into ink painting.

The way you look at me.

In the dark, I passed through misty rain town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Waiting for a strange moment

Look back at that time.

Bury the foreshadowing of this story

Blue stone road, dancing raindrops.

Waiting for you to disappear from the dusk

The breeze found its way.

Cover up the ending

C

The rain fell on the banana like a spell, and the flowers fell to the ground with shame.

The beauty of the whole city is fleeting.

The sky will be clear, but it is not clear.

The rain brought by the spring tide came too late, and no one left behind in the wild crossing.

Moonlight is always salvaged.

Send it to you

D

I will never go too far.

Only in the apartment.

Yesterday's leisure thinking.

You take my hand and hide.

The secret of a thousand years

I never thought of walking thousands of miles alone.

There is only hiking in the story.

Comb memory

Your smile once brought me.

Migrate like migratory birds

E

I tried to make up a you:

Wearing a tall ponytail is longer than the distance between you and me.

Selling powder, calligraphy and painting are all over the world.

Make a chair and put it away.

In your shadow

I'm right behind you. Take it.

The brush that makes up everything.

Graffiti is a start, graffiti.

An ending

Article 4: Life is a habit, when we grow into loveliness.

We are too young to care.

When we become annoying

We are getting old. sorry

When we are numb with fatigue

Our goal is death.

Our lives

This is a journey of life and death.

It's just that some people think it's long and hard

Some people feel short and happy.

But anyway,

We must all move forward.

Because of us, no way back.

Otherwise, we have no choice.

Captain x

Fortunately,

Each of us has formed such a habit.

It will never end.

Chapter 5: Life is a poem. Life is a poem.

Not only a little old

You must have rhythm.

Think about youth.

The undulating notes will increase your charm.

Life is a sentimental poem.

In a long line of poetry

There are duality and parallelism.

Sighs and questions form poetry.

It won't make you feel lonely.

Please don't be stingy with what you should pay.

Don't miss what you should have.

You know, opportunities are fleeting.

Life is an unusual poem.

Maybe in middle age or old age

differentiate

-Tears, laughter,

The true meaning of passion and pain

I'm going to sing a swan song.

You can't be glib.

come

-Cover up the secret

Article 6: Life is a comma. Life is a comma.

You keep your head down.

But I can't find my way back.

just as

People can't step into the same river

Every step

Inherit the trace of the front foot.

The singer who led you on your pilgrimage.

Dazzle you at a scenic spot.

But you

Soon found out

This is just a departure stop.

All the glory, cheers and pain were cleared away again.

The boiling point is 99 degrees.

Bypass the sight of 100.

Draw the dividing line of a new era

There is another gene that will copy your image.

Transition in your unfinished space

Continue your dream in this life.

It's his long-cherished wish.

In the reproduction from generation to generation

In the staggered waterfalls

The progress of civilization

Life should come to an end.

restructure

halt for a rest

Don't say goodbye with semicolons for the time being.

Love life, I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.

Now that I have chosen a distant place,

I only care about the hardships.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Because I like roses,

Just show your sincerity bravely.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Because the target is the horizon.

Only the back is left to the world.

I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.

As long as you love life.

Everything is expected.

Chapter 8: Praise life, unless you can stop and look back at this withered life from a distance.

Excuse me, how to rewrite it

Yesterday's light and beauty

Flowing through your fingers

I release my youth.

I've seen flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.

Thought of such a road

Autumn leaves are flying on both sides.

Tears blur the course of life.

I guess

The falling of maple leaves is the pursuit of the wind.

Or don't you leave the tree?

Youth is like a gorgeous flower.

Anido Z.

Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.

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