Waiting for modern poetry 1 waiting for majestic mountains.
Waiting for the vastness of the grassland,
Waiting for your ordinary,
My insistence.
Waiting for you in the name of love,
Never committed to this relationship for life,
Just silently integrate this waiting into life.
No commitment is needed,
Feelings are not contracts,
There is no need to worry about breaking the contract.
What I want is simple happiness,
Just wait quietly.
If it's okay,
Please allow me to be with you in the name of love,
Simple.
On the grasslands of the plateau,
We hugged each other tightly,
Looking at the clouds in the sky,
Detail the gains and persistence we have gained along the way.
Simple,
Maybe, a smile,
It can also make us forget the bitterness of the past.
Never give up a word
I was deeply moved.
The happiest thing about waking up in the morning,
I can see the message you left me,
Some words are hidden in my heart
There is no need to disclose it directly.
You know me,
Just take a look.
Accustomed to it,
When you are here,
Accustomed to paying attention to your little things,
Read your poem quietly,
Feel your loneliness and loneliness.
Waiting for you in the name of love,
Listen to your favorite songs,
Feel your feelings.
Waiting for this relationship.
No deadline is required,
Wait for each other quietly in the name of love!
Waiting for the modern poem 2 Qixi, originally only for the legend of summer night.
Some people say it's Valentine's Day in China.
In the name of Capricorn and Lyra, I am waiting for a beautiful knitting.
As a result, the infatuated men and women in the world are lingering.
My waiting stems from my long journey 12 years ago.
Join hands thousands of miles away, rooted in your side.
Only in hot summer, you may smile.
To remember you, but I have to wait once a year.
Indulge in your smiling face and fragrance ...
I never thought about your expectations in autumn and cold winter nights.
Only from beginning of spring, can we unite the affection all the year round.
Just for that moment tonight, someone can wait for you.
Even, you'll never think of it.
Your short-lived charm and brilliance doomed your disillusionment.
Fang Qing, you are filled with endless expectations.
Can only reverberate in a bowl of soup, reverberate
..... Epiphyllum
Waiting for Modern Poetry 3 "Quietly Waiting for Love"
most of the time
Getting along is looking at each other quietly.
Start blowing
breach of faith
rain
Cann't be jealous all the time
A look
Is to convey warm sunshine.
most of the time
Dependence is holding hands quietly.
Life is hard.
Juncus is neither light nor sweet.
Have pain
It's just ripples on the lake by the wind.
A touch of tenderness
Will smooth the wrinkles in my heart
most of the time
Blending is quietly snuggling.
young
Passion expresses the wonderful life together.
old
Watch the sunset side by side, and experience the clear clouds.
A warm seat
Warm each other's dull years
most of the time
Falling in love is to hug each other quietly.
helpless
Interdependence will ignite the warmth of hope.
cold
Snuggling together for warmth will melt thousands of years of hard ice.
A wisp of body fragrance
A colorful life saturated with rotten bones and souls
Turn around in any season
Silent attachment has become a tacit understanding.
forgive sb's past misdeeds
Silent persistence has become eternity.
Time washes away lead.
In each other's hearts, it is the most beautiful scenery.
unconsciously
From dawn to dusk
From young and quiet to white-haired
Perhaps Love
We are still elegant in quiet days.
Waiting for modern poem 4 is like waiting for stars scattered in the sky.
Shine behind the lost time
Like a boat rippling on the lake.
I look forward to a wonderful encounter when I play.
It is also like an inverted, accurate and special sandbox.
Count the rhythm with sand.
More like warm, crisp hands.
Woven with every button of time.
Meditation spreads in the deep ditch of night.
Drive away impetuousness but not trouble
Floating mind, shining beautiful eyes
Slowly collect past tidbits and fragments.
Teenagers read books at night day and night.
In pursuit of the ideal of life
The old herbalist crawled dangerously on the cliff.
I have lived in fear for many lives.
Flowers are in full bloom and shy.
Is to put beautiful sleeves on the earth.
Memories are being played in a seemingly chaotic way.
It's counting down the rhythm of life.
Full of flowers and wine
Abandon the lonely old man
Push away the curse of sadness.
Sweep away the uneven sadness
People are always waiting for life in the rhythm of memory.
I witnessed the rhythm of memory in the waiting of life.
I am flexible in the rhythm of memory.
Slippery picked up the fragile pen.
Work hard slowly
Try to penetrate precious life gently.
Spread out with the song of youth
Enjoy a regular lunch break.
Taste light tea porridge.
Record the rhythm of memory on the satin of time
Condense into a stream of wisdom and courage
Waiting for Modern Poetry 5 (1)
Use witchcraft
Make an alternative graft.
Combine birds with bass.
Let chrysanthemum and purple bamboo fall in love.
Osmanthus fragrans green leaves lean on clouds and dreams.
The hut smells of spring.
Before approaching the canyon
I want the butterfly to have a bumpy dream.
In a rich and clean place
Chinese redbud in hand
Make the final embellishment for autumn
(2)
Autumn rain is lingering.
The weather is warm and cold.
Reconciliation and opposition.
The residual load struggled for the last time in the pond.
She is sad, she is silent, and she is helpless.
How many friendly encounters she squandered.
In late autumn
Measure the distance between rain and load.
One dream after another spread to the distance.
Has already left.
A drop of disillusionment
Enough to light the lamp of hell.
(3)
I'll tell the homeless
Buddha once walked through Dan Huade's childhood.
Autumn is coming.
No house, no home.
Some whispers came in.
There are some unimaginable things in life.
The related path has been sealed.
And the heart is still beating outside the body.
Find a cave to sleep alone.
Prosperity is neglected, and illness is far away.
Who cares about your life and death?
(4)
Wake up at dawn
Mist enveloped the Jade Belt River.
The golden fields are sown with eternal love.
Happiness and pain
Dew leaks time.
Moisturize the branches of life together
We thank the creator together, noble and bearing the cross.
The earth on the dragon is awake.
Looking forward to the primitive barbaric invasion of farmers
In her dreamy years
The flowering season of agricultural production.
Waiting for modern poem 6 to go out of the house to meet the biting evening breeze.
Suggest meek beauty; Will soon wither and spread out.
Winter has come here ahead of time.
Close your eyes; Flying snow all over the sky
Like butterflies flying in the sky
When it fell, it immediately froze the whole city.
At this time, my melancholy eyes are confused.
Tidy up your busy thoughts.
Go out of town and see the fog blossoming.
The suffocating chest has long been suppressed.
Think about the days when love passed away.
Depression can only be recorded with pen and ink.
The snow is still falling, or it is still falling.
The fog diffused at night.
Accompanied by me is the melancholy and confusion of winter night.
Use words to express the existence of feelings
On the keyboard, there is a pure reason.
Snowflakes are all over the sky and the scenery is white.
Will the vigilant heart still exist?
What if you stop looking forward to the future?
Lost the way forward.
Let go of your feelings.
What do I see in the fog?
I think it is too long. -Too long.
How I want to accumulate wealth, my hair is sparse; But very helpless.
How I want to learn from each other's strengths.
Finally, I was at a loss.
Will the vigilant heart still be there?
I don't know: I really don't know.
Let time judge the truth.
Let pen and ink continue to witness inner innocence.
Pray and bless silently in your heart.
Maybe tomorrow will be full of colorful sunshine.
Waiting for Modern Poetry 7 I am at some time in a certain year.
Give up a feeling that was once beautiful but never belonged to me.
Give up someone who is good to me but will never be by my side.
I gave up a dream that I wanted but couldn't really realize.
Then the rest of my life is my stubbornness and a lot of inexplicable sentimentality.
Think back to my old life.
Days of our lives, which was once considered beautiful.
Maybe it's just an imaginary enemy of mine.
When I have nothing,
I just see very clearly:
The so-called feelings, the so-called' people around us' and the so-called dreams are all just because they are fragile and need to rely on.
And when all this or when I have another dependence, I don't need it.
I didn't care about that feeling, that person, that dream.
I care about myself.
It should be calm now, right
Because of feelings, because of people, because of dreams.
It's just your emotions and feelings at the moment.
No, I gave up.
It doesn't matter anymore, or it's not what I said I needed.
And yours, including mine.
Waiting-our own waiting
Like I always say, be happy.
I always believe that giving up is only my own behavior, and others will not.
So be happy if you can.
Because we have too little, we can catch too little.
Wait-yours, mine and ours.
Such as modern poetry 8 leaning against the window, clouds and smoke lingering.
The distant mountains are rolling.
Clouds are gathering.
Run like a stream
Embrace the majesty and tranquility of the mountain.
The mountains in the distance, I
Feel your majesty
Can't touch your softness
The sky on the plateau is so blue.
No dust
just as
A beautiful painting.
These mountains are beautiful and colorful.
One peak after another
You, hand in hand with the gorgeous sunrise, set foot on the happy stream.
Run on the white clouds
dusk
Xiyangyuejin mountain' ao
The afterglow of the sunset precipitated the most beautiful scenery.
On your shoulders, sparks are flying all over the sky.
calmly
stand by you
Accustomed to looking up
Dashan, you
Broad-minded
Standing on the wall, not afraid of the vicissitudes of the world
Brave and strong.
You are tender and tender.
Flowers and plants are everywhere, and there are green radish and maple red everywhere.
You are affectionate and passionate.
Passionate and unrestrained, warm as the sun.
You, solid arm, let my heart as soon as possible.
If possible
Turn into a chrysanthemum
Or a girl who is graceful and restrained into shame
Gently open the tenderness of a flower.
Or open your arms.
Obsessed with your fiery embrace
If I become
Clouds floating above you.
Look into the distance
Expectation, your affectionate eyes.
Tender as water, so gentle.
Mountains and rivers depend on each other, eternal love.
The warmest companionship extends the meaning.
The mountain in my mind
Four seasons of attachment, quiet and beautiful years.
Looking at you affectionately
The sun rises and sets, singing with you …