( 1)
On a sunny day,
A closed glass door,
With cloudy eyes,
Behind the glass window, facing the outside.
Trying to find ...
The only echo is the wind,
alack ...
(2)
All kinds of colors,
Thin figure,
Deep in thought over a little flower,
a long while ...
No one came near her until
Darkness flooded her. ...
(3)
The voice of nature,
Floating out of a deep alley,
On and off.
The person who asked: Who is it?
Response: Noise! From a semi-epileptic patient ...
Silence,
Looking at the deep alley,
Until it falls silent. ...
(5)
A cabin away from nightlife,
An old voice,
Say to a cat:
Wait, let's wait. ...
He goes home when he is tired of playing.
But until dawn,
The door never rang. ...
Modern Poetry in the Corner 2 Flowers bloom and fall, autumn goes to winter, and all causes and effects in the world are reincarnation, just like the change of this season and the change of years.
Looking back suddenly, the agreement that I looked happy and passed by in my previous life suddenly became clear!
In this cold winter night, the endless starry sky, I miss you, think of you gently, the happiness in my heart blooms quietly, and I feel the joy that life has never had before.
As soon as the world of mortals is dressed up, it looks particularly good, and the troubled secular world suddenly turns into a haze.
Suddenly, all the right and wrong, gratitude and resentment in the world go with you and turn to dust. Love, think as before, this is the first time you and I met in my life.
How many poems describe your gentle face, and how many poems cover up the vicissitudes of time.
I often think, is it the agreement between you and me in previous lives, this life is full of ancient rhyme, who came to me all the way?
Mountains have no edges, and heaven and earth are in harmony. I swear to heaven, it is faintly visible, and heaven and earth are still far away, unchanged for thousands of years.
Why? You and I can't face each other day and night? Leave a sigh.
Looking around, the theater was empty.
And you, the lover of my previous life, waiting for you in this life, do you miss me as much?
I remember you once said that in previous lives, when you were in Naiheqiao, you would come to me all the way, perhaps in the evening, perhaps in the morning, or in the afternoon, with young pride and the most beautiful fragrance floating in the air.
Years have passed, and on the stormy road, you still frown, only shed your crystal tears and shed your love for the world.
Yes! Because of the agreement in previous lives, you and I can only meet in dreams in this life.
For the vows of past lives, I would rather miss the spring flowers and the autumn moon, miss the colorful leaves, and only wish to freeze the beauty of this moment forever …
Tonight, I feel sad to see your thoughts flowing in the world of mortals, turning into petals and dust.
The curved thin moon records the lovesickness of the years and releases the brightness of the night.
Idle sadness has also turned into melancholy and affectionate poems, which have been integrated into fancy books.
Broken in the wind, the dust drifted silently for thousands of years. After the storm, it will be exhausted, just waiting for fate to add a wisp of fragrance to you, so that my dreams will overflow.
In a trance, I'm going there to dream and look for your trace.
Corner modern poetry 3 recalls the corner of life
Never expect to think about life.
Fall like autumn leaves.
And the dusty inner complex.
When you come out of the ground
In the rainy season.
A heart that makes you sad.
Bloom like lilacs
Memories of petals dying.
Decentralized—
In the deepest part of your life
wait for
Come back, my love.
Come back, dear.
Your company
Make me happy.
I can't forget our past.
Time goes by and you leave.
I can't remember your face clearly
Immerse yourself in a dream with your past.
Always makes me sad.
Makes me miss you so much.
Waiting for your arrival day and night
Come back, dear.
I hope
My dream
You can understand.
Although only longing for germination.
Only that sweet smile
Enough to show ...
I have a crush on you.
I hope
my heart
You can understand.
Although it's just a simple scenery.
Only that bunch of crimson
Enough to show ...
I love you very much.
I hope
I am a small city.
Even if it's small enough for you, me and * * *
I think, my true feelings
Can touch you.
Please believe.
With you, it will become rich.
Who is waiting for the long journey?
Silent cherry blossoms fall on my window.
Destroy the love of spring
A temporary stop on a branch
This is just a beautiful moment
Destined to be a passer-by on the road of life
It's a long road.
I can't guess the change.
Who will live short?
Who will last forever?
Who will wait for the tears of time?
Don't want to be a cigarette in a hurry
I want to leave a beautiful place for the long road.
Let it not forget my existence.
I don't know who is waiting on the road.
Where in the world?
But I want to leave the long road under my feet.
Follow me to find the distance.
Memory, here it is
A crowded station
Rain drops in the eyes.
Walking alone in the crowd
Blurred everyone's eyes
Leaving only that memory.
On someone. Heart
Gaze into the distance
stretch out one's hand(s)
But there were tears in her eyes.
Reluctantly withdraw
A man with a backpack.
The figure gradually blurred.
finally
Disappear into the sea of people
If time stops,
He's not leaving either.
Leisure will naturally dissipate.
Slowly
Gone with the wind
If the air does not flow.
happy
Immediately following the next paragraph.
The dark clouds cleared and the sun was dazzling.
Manbu rensheng road
Tobacco and catkin
Between heaven and earth
We want to ask
Who can match beauty?
only
Memories here
June
I don't remember the original season.
Maybe this June, too.
I hold a silent poem.
The moonlight shines on your window.
I stared at your figure on the balcony.
I watched you leave in the rain.
I hid my silence in the rain in those years.
In those years, we threw our laughter into the sky.
My silent eyes
In order to enter your world
Now I have to hide again.