A modern poem about the cradle: the poem in the cradle is melodious.
Bypass the threshing floor
under cover
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look around
Cool wind
Spill the cup and kiss your forehead.
heat wave
Through the cold needle tip
Put it down, put it down
Flow through blood vessels
Rustling leaves
Sing fluently
Children's song
Call my heart
Fly to the distance
Cow calls in Cleisthenes.
Crisp birdsong
A tender song
Sweet guitar
I heard.
The flute of the old shepherd boy
Round and round
That eagle
Wandering in the smoke.
seek
The fireworks that are about to be silent
The (human) world
After a long time.
Finally, I have a happy voice.
I guess
The heart is unlocked.
Even a broken world
Wings of love
The surrounding wind
Still playing music.
Take a nap.
Yesterday in the sun.
Collect it in your eyes.
Love.
cradle
Full of poetry
You're not here.
Singing the intoxicating songs of that time
children's song
The core wall was finally dissolved.
I read it.
When the heart is good.
Silent realm
The second modern poem about the cradle: The sea is like the sea in front of us.
Very big
This is my favorite scenery.
Come to the seaside every day.
Wandering around.
Has become a habit.
The sea is my cradle.
When my boat was sailing on the sea,
The waves will lean on the boat.
Urge the boat to move quickly.
This boat is sometimes very tired.
Drive very slowly
Want to enjoy the sweetness in the cradle of the sea?
now
The waves will beat the boat and sail quickly into the harbor.
Shake the boat and go to bed quickly.
have a rest
Continue to patrol the sea
Look at the vast sea area of the sea
Stop the invasion of foreign enemies.
On the cradle of modern poetry: new life in the cradle, moonlight and the shadow of dead trees
With the courage of love
Natural and graceful in the coming world
Bright in front of bed
I melted the breeze.
Wake up the baby in the cradle.
I glanced at it faintly and was silent.
Look at his drowsiness.
He said he couldn't see the difference.
I said you don't have to care.
Anyway, when I came here,
You have no life yet.
He said he already knew.
I met him once.
Just as I left silently.
A new life in the cradle
Modern Poetry 4 About Cradle: Dad's Cradle Dad's Cradle
This is a port.
It is a sweet dedication.
Shake the stars on the horizon.
Shake the floating willow tips.
Dad's cradle
This is a quiet harbor.
It's the coolness of filar silk.
There is beauty without words.
There is eternal hope.
Dad's cradle
This is a sweet harbor.
It is the heart of rain and dew.
Raise a beloved child
A desire to appease the future
Dad's cradle
It is a harbor of honesty.
This is a different kind of love.
Seize the hope of the present
Hold up tomorrow forever!
Modern poem five about the cradle: at night, I slept in the cradle and forgot that person, only remembering the stars in the sky.
She stayed up all night.
Just look at the sleeping person in the window like that
She used her gentle sleeves.
Drift into a room full of quiet lotus fragrance.
Those poisonous smells made me unable to save myself.
Let me sleep without nightmares.
Forget that person, the stars outside the window have been with me.
I sang a song for her with my shy throat.
Only her heart can understand.
Only she will be intoxicated by that hoarse throat.
I clumsily wrote a poem.
I want to publish my poems.
Published in her magazine
One reader read this poem with his soul.
Only she will make this poem eternal.
Suck your poisonous incense.
Singing for her.
evenings
I am like a baby sleeping in a cradle.