You and Me Modern Poetry

You and Me Modern Poetry 1

Your articles,

are always like a painting.

Aesthetic,

Hazy,

Understatement.

My articles,

always seem to be talking,

verbose,

nagging,

talking to myself Talk to yourself.

Your words,

are always like a love song,

sad,

tactful,

touching .

My words,

are always like a children’s song,

lively,

funny,

playful cute.

You treat me like an elder brother,

Much love.

I treat you like a best friend,

crying,

joking,

caring To.

You,

are always like a shadow,

like a shadow,

follow each other,

inseparable .

I am always like a cloud,

If hidden,

If present,

If present, if far away .

You,

are always like a bird,

Go to bed early,

Get up early,

Morning Nine to five.

I am always like a hedgehog,

lurking during the day,

coming out at night,

black and white reverse.

You and Me Modern Poetry 2

Looking forward to the winter solstice at the end of autumn

Winter has my pious dreams

So pure and white

I once collected one Unfinished dream

In the dream

The white snow at night fills the earth

Under the tree

Her thin gauze outlines the beautiful shadow< /p>

Standing so perfectly

Even

The night is so black and the snow is so white

The big withered tree tries to block her The diffuse white snow

The snow

still falls on her shoulders

It seems to know that there is nothing to repair and stands to show its companionship

I leave Close up

Little by little, step by step

The bright white moonlight sheds a tender silver light

The silver light must be kissing her face

Gently

I thought like this with tenderness

Putting her hands together under the shooting star tree

She lowered her head piously

Make a wish

In the silence, Snow and Ni Hongzhao stood behind her

Her thin and hazy face

It was so pitiful

< p> He couldn’t help but brush the white snow off her shoulder

Touching her shoulder

The moment of feeling through the gauze

It was tenderness and calmness.

Dependence

Like the wind swaying the delicateness of the gauze

A sad soul flows under the gauze

The girl disappeared in an instant

Regret for the untouched white snow

Nostalgic for the moment of touching

Outside the window

The silver moon is like snow and sheds a piece of white

Floating and permeating the air under the tree

I am dreaming

The white snow in the dream

The pure dream

And the swaying yarn