year after year
Dye your face
Like ancient antiques.
The mark of vicissitudes
Transfer of annual rings
Accumulate traces of air drying
Like a mummy
Dry and calm
Years are like wine
A lasting fragrance
Take a sip.
The thick fragrance permeates the heart.
Years have passed.
Characters' faces
Keep bumping into each other in my mind
Like a history book
So fascinated by similarities and differences
Time is like water.
delicious
Take one.
The lost scenery
Unforgettable memory
Can't erase the lingering heart
Like a green ribbon.
Flow flash
A few ideas
Several times of red dust
Time is like water.
Years are like wine
Years are like the wind
Drunk artists are born.
After the thin man
Dispel smoke
dispel the dark clouds
Look at the morning glow
It's just sunset red
Love and hate
Come and go as freely as the wind
Life is a mystery.
People's gratitude and gratitude
the truth of the matter
How much happiness?
How sad
How much sadness
How much dust
how much do you love
A long road to life
The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.
Origin and extinction
Just to be in it.
The exclamation time is too short.
Sigh how time flies
Sigh for years.
Life is like fog and wind.
The most beautiful thing is sunset red.
Hurry up
I really want to live for another 500 years.
Restore the glory of the past
Poetics of Modern Life II (1)
Time is a rushing river.
From ancient times
From the past
Cross the present to the future.
Everyone is a boat.
From yesterday to today
From Today to Tomorrow
Drifting in the river of time
(2)
The river of time passes through 20xx.
Without warning, silently.
Quietly, 20xx
Some people 20xx is hot.
Full of challenges and struggles
Some people don't care about 20xx.
Full of prosaic.
Some people 20xx are unforgettable.
Full of surprises and joy
Some people are suffering from 20xx.
Full of obstacles and scars
But anyway,
Our boat rowed 20xx.
Has set sail for 20xx.
(3)
We can draw hard.
Despise all rapids and eddies.
Think of them as challenges again and again.
We can also go with the flow.
Let the river take us away.
Let the flood drown itself.
Maybe cross a dangerous beach.
We will see colorful clouds all over the sky.
Maybe I waded through a whirlpool.
We can see the long river and the sunset.
Maybe behind a dangerous beach
It's also connected to a whirlpool.
Maybe behind the whirlpool
There is still a dangerous beach behind.
(4)
But, dear friend,
Our ship is still moving forward.
No matter how far we can go.
Our other shore will get closer.
As long as we continue to work hard
As long as we are together
We control the direction of the ship.
We will always be full of joy.
Modern life poem 3 has a beginning and an end, and a beginning and an end.
It is joy and parting, and it is the beginning and the end.
There has never been a place to gather the flow of such people.
There has never been such a place for joys and sorrows.
From morning to day, from dusk to night, from night to dawn.
Countless footprints, with dirt from all over the world.
Overlap and step on it.
Red soil comes from mountainous areas.
Brown soil comes from the fields.
There is black soil from the city.
There is white soil by the sea.
Gather and disperse, gather and vent.
No seed can take root in the soil.
It's like no footsteps will stay here.
Because-
This is just floating residual soil.
This is just the platform of the past.
The platform can be extended to any city-to-city switching location.
Look at the edge of any town.
Just wait silently.
It's a person who keeps harassing.
For life, for ambition, for dreams,,,
Come and go, busy and busy.
This is a discrete place.
Trains often stop to leave.
Drop off a group of passengers on the platform.
The other batch was taken from the platform,
The footsteps coming cover the footprints of the past,
The footsteps of walking also cover the footprints of coming.
The brisk pace spreads the joy of gathering,
The heavy footsteps bear the sadness of parting.
Walk leisurely towards the predetermined goal.
The hurried pace shows the urgency of the mood.
The slow pace is entangled in boredom.
The leisurely pace is only for visiting.
There are also anxious and uncertain steps.
Belong to travelers who have lost themselves.
How many times have I been unloaded on the platform?
How many times have I left the platform?
I don't know what my steps show.
Parting is always more than reunion, and disappointment is always more than gain.
Loneliness, melancholy and deep desolation
Often my close traveling companion.
Leaving is not leaving, but my heart is still lingering at home.
How can the aggradation take root if it returns or not?
There are countless stations in the journey of life.
All the stops are just for taking a nap.
Just for the connecting flight before departure.
Don't stay too long, stagnation is not peace, it will corrode the soul.
Don't pause for too long, pause is not stable, it will make life wither.
This is the beginning, and I hope this is not the end.
This is the beginning, and I hope this is not the end.
Yes, we have set off, and the destination has yet to be pursued.
It's anticipation. It's time to get together.
With light luggage-full of confidence and small wishes,
I am always ready to set foot on the platform of life.
Just wait for the time train to arrive.
Start over.
Modern Poetry of Life 4 Which gust of wind messed up my black hair?
Which hands gently hold my cheek?
Which seed can produce the most beautiful flowers in the valley?
What steps to find the warmest home in the world?
Heaven and hell are only one step away.
Time and distance are always changing.
People who cherish will talk about loneliness and silence.
The waiting heart can sprout tenaciously on a cold night.
I'm just a mess.
The sky, the sea and the north are all falling into pagodas where people gather.
I'm still a little stupid by nature.
Love and snow walk past and smile at the world you want.
Which drop of rain floats your chic?
Which cloud contains your child's painting?
Which one has an open mind and a more caring mind?
What kind of faith is firm and not interspersed in front of you?
Loneliness bares one's teeth because of missing.
Sweet words with beautiful women are awesome.
The fate of Sansheng can always pass through the ban of years.
With you along the way, you are really one step closer to happiness.
Love really doesn't need even a little vacation.
There is still rice, oil, salt and tea left in Anli.
The sky is always infinite.
Life is just a little hemp and full of ups and downs.
Modern Poetry of Life 5 This is a poem.
The era of running around the world
this is a
The era of mobile communication flooding
this is a
Reunion is only in the new year.
/
Running around for a whole year.
Catch up with Spring Festival travel rush peak.
Crowded thousands of miles of roads.
Walk in
Where the smoke rises in memory.
/
Your arrival made your parents very happy.
Cook the dishes that children like to eat when they are young.
Busy in the kitchen for several hours
Bring the food to the table
Watch the children brush their mobile phones.
Watch the food get cold.
Until the stomach protests.
Just remember, it's time to eat.
/
The age when children have wisdom.
Parents' inquiries, simple answers
No, I'm busy. I'll talk to you later.
Busy giving red envelopes to the boss.
Busy sending messages to every friend.
This voice, that text message
Busy distributing the dishes cooked by parents to friends.
There is no greeting between husband and wife.
Brush your own world.
Didn't communicate with the children.
Children are also wandering in the mobile phone.
/
What is Chinese New Year?
This is a family gathering.
This is a busy dining table.
This is a bittersweet description of the past year.
Not a cold cell phone
It's not sitting still.
It's not like I'm going home for the New Year.
/
Life is not a few years.
I wish you a happy new year.
Parents' nagging disappeared.
Your childhood problems
Do parents have the patience to answer?
Look up, time stamp
Is it getting clearer?
You are a beautiful girl.
Tall, handsome and dignified.
You are our loyal customer.
People often see you in a hurry in the hall.
Or remittance or transfer
Your sweet smile and handsome appearance
Leave a deep impression on us.
I suddenly heard the news that you were seriously ill recently.
Dare not and unwilling to believe it.
On the rings of your life
There are only three months left.
Me and my colleagues
It's hard to suppress the sadness in my heart.
Sigh that life is short.
Hate the impermanence of life
Not long ago, I saw your beautiful figure.
I haven't seen you for days.
How did this happen?
Your life has just begun.
I just became a bride not long ago.
After learning about the illness,
You shut yourself in the house, you can't eat or talk.
We know that you are sad, and we know that you are sad.
we know
Any words of comfort are weak and lengthy.
You are your mother's only daughter.
It's her husband's love.
They dare not shed tears and pretend to be strong in front of you.
I can't do anything for you
I can only pray for you silently.
I can't do anything for you
I just want to be a time machine.
Go back in time and give you a good body!
Life Modern Poetry 7 Life is like a flower, which has buds, blooms and withers. ...
Accumulate energy when spitting, be full of longing when budding, forget yourself when blooming, spread sunshine when blooming, and be full of melancholy when dying. ...
Weave dreams when spitting, wander when budding, be melodramatic and willful when blooming, lose your way when blooming, and be narcissistic and sentimental when dying. ...
Flowers are beautiful. I am infatuated with them. For whom do you caress the window and taste tea? Flowers are falling snow roses.
Flowers are the edge, mountains and rivers are the water, and butterflies love to play the piano, humming their own thoughts.
Flowers are memories, long-term dependence. Daiyu's funeral lyrics were sad, and no one knew that she was crying with her sleeves covered.
Flowers are for love, meet happily, have a special liking for beauty, and are colorful and romantic.
Every sentence shows feelings, and every word is bloody. Flowers contain life and have nothing to do with it.
Express your feelings, frame by frame. If a person is a person, he will sing and spread the sunshine.
Flowers bloom with love.
It's unintentional.
If you are in full bloom, butterflies will come. If you are great, the days will be arranged by yourself.
Life Modern Poetry 8 Life is lonely.
Inadvertently, you come to this disturbing world at a loss.
Growing up, your soul seems to be imprisoned in an iron tower.
The heart is a lonely body, and everyone is lonely.
Just through some symbols, some incomprehensible and ignorant words.
Different creatures have some unnecessary communication with different people.
Communicate your thoughts, your joys and sorrows to them.
We walk alone, even though our bodies can depend on each other.
But not just together. A lonely soul is lonely.
Maybe you don't know anyone, and you don't know anyone.
The forehead is covered with a veneer, but the heart is blind, but Wan Li is empty
Full of family weddings, noisy, just want to escape alone.
Escape to the mountains, to all corners of the country, to isolated islands, to dry streams and to the ends of the earth.
Along a dangerous and lonely road
Find a place to find an exit.
Free yourself from the spirit that torments you.
Truth and freedom may be liberated in love.
A tired soul may wish to rest in a woman's arms.
But after waking up, it is still lonely, helpless, desolate and desperate.
Life is actually ugly.
Loneliness, pain and happiness go hand in hand.
Dancing like a butterfly among flowers.
See its dirty pupa shell escape successfully.
Disgust, terror, disappointment, helplessness, loneliness, helplessness
It is a long and painful lonely journey, in which beauty and ugliness are entangled.
Nine encounters in modern poetic life,
It can't be accompanied by running water;
Tea makes people cool,
Buildings are places where people go,
Love acacia;
Know each other when you are cold.
What you can't stay is the little things you get along with.
The rest is always a distant figure.
The flowers are similar every year,
People of different ages are different.
A sad sigh,
Things are people;
Fate,
It's so superficial.
Life,
Endless trains,
No matter how wonderful the journey is,
Always passing by;
A short stay,
Can't stop in a hurry.
Around,
The constant change of scenery;
People stayed in Lu Yu for a while,
How many stops are there?
Keep meeting,
Constantly losing;
Once we meet,
Like a changing landscape;
Stay there,
Become a memory of the past.
The train of time,
Let people drift away;
Days have faded memories,
How many encounters,
Silent as a stream;
The only impression,
This is a short-lived relationship.
Step by step,
This station is better than that one;
The long road of life,
Looking for no end;
Flowers bloom and fall,
Natural reincarnation;
After many vicissitudes,
Hongfu covers the sky.
Modern Poetry of Life 10 Life is a landscape.
After many vicissitudes,
Tell me in the past:
He who has no long-term worries will have near worries!
Can't keep the lost time,
Ordinary days,
There is also a moment of beautiful flashing.
With dreams,
Travel around the world,
Looking to the future,
With sincerity,
Survive in adversity, follow the trend,
Grasp the opportunity of life with wisdom and light.
Life is an encounter.
The clouds are light and the wind is light,
My heart tells me:
Don't flatter, don't slow down!
Can't keep the sky of fate,
Looking back suddenly,
I don't know each other, but I passed by.
Sprinkle a cup of light ink,
Neither humble nor supercilious,
Have a clear conscience;
Run a line of poetry,
Learn to forget to sing with words,
The melody at the fingertips is full of free and easy temperament.
Life is a storm.
Over time,
Years comfort me:
Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself!
Can't stop in a hurry,
Walk quietly,
Time will soften people's hearts.
Soak in the spring breeze,
Put down your complaints,
Keep your heart warm;
Holding fragrant tea,
A touch of calmness and elegance in the fleeting time,
Deep down, I know that a thousand words are better than.
Life is not easy.
Walking in the world of mortals,
Life has taught me:
Give someone a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand!
If you can't stay in the water,
Listen to the rain in the wind,
A complete life is willing.
Choose a corner to die,
Half rainbow,
A misty rain,
Spill your feelings with ink,
There is a cool breeze and a bright moon in the world,
Warm your inner persistence and watch the sunset.