Chun Qing was thoroughly dyed in March.
Forty years of footprints, only in
The moment when the heart meets the wind.
I wait for you every year.
Appear in the spring breeze
Lonely bridge
I wait for a wisp of wind to blow.
The wind carries a boat full of flowers.
Floating in the blue sky
My eyes are swaying in the wind.
Catch the scattered petals affectionately
A slight lament
The fragments fell sadly.
An elegant heart
Shuttle through the spring rain in March
Pick up a round stone
Carve sadness and heartache
Throw it into the rainy sky.
Leave inner peace.
Modern soul poems II. No snow in winter still covers up the past.
And everything in the future.
A story that covers the heart
So spring is blank.
Does the sun have heat?
Some people say that some people say no.
Is spring coming?
Some people said they saw it, while others said they didn't.
Concealed thoughts lurk under the frozen river.
Melt the heart into a story
Trapped by a dry river
So among the flowers in full bloom in spring
There must be one or one missing.
rainy season
The aquatic plants in the river have grown into an island.
The sun has heat.
Spring comes and goes.
There are no waterfowl, osprey and no one on the island.
The story of the heart is booming.
The modern poem in your heart 3 strolls in the city you built.
be committed to
Sweep the market
Everything is a clever arrangement.
Cross the stream of people
It doesn't make any sense.
if
Can't spread in the wind
Your information
Why should I worry?
therefore
Wandering around the world
Emotions should be controlled.
Don't let hope disappear.
I am dandelion
With the help of the wind humbly
Work hard.
Wings of dreams
winter
The soil is too dry.
Can't catch dead branches
How could you?
Paste my acacia
Let the night devour helplessness
Can't be swallowed
Is a stubborn soul.
One by one.
Rooted in the path you must take.
a photo
You must feel unyielding growth.
Drought is not bad.
There is not a drop of rain.
My umbrella can be shelved.
free space
Complete use
Save your story.
The city you built.
You don't need gorgeous decorations.
There is only one meter of sunshine.
a love song
That's enough
Encourage sprinting forward.
dandelion
Take root and you can write.
She said the whole brain
Just concentrate.
Listen to your heart.
Place your story
Modern Poetry in Mind 4 I still remember the lively and unrestrained July day in the midsummer that year.
After the evaluation, it is time to apply for the exam urgently.
In September, you ride separately, you go south and I go north,
It's hard to get together on both sides of the world.
Four years passed in a hurry,
People change every year.
How many faces have people around you changed?
Open the diary, we haven't been in touch for too long,
Your name is familiar,
I don't remember what it looks like.
Although the certificate of honor occupies a shoe box,
Looking for a job but still confused,
It is neither 985 nor 2 1 1.
I regret that I didn't work hard.
Without a rich father and rich relatives,
Everything is on your own,
I envy my classmates for accepting it when they graduate.
I can't wait, I have you.
I will visit you in the south in July this year.
You want to be with me without a car or a house.
Waiting quietly in the wind,
I believe there is true love in this world.
It turns out that as long as you bravely step into other places,
Someone will save your soul,
As long as you bravely rush over,
There is no need to be sentimental about failure.
Even without her in the future,
But we have memories.
Modern Poetry in Mind 5- Throughout the Sunset
Every word or phrase
On white paper
The carbon color of pencil characters is deep and light.
Like a broken bead.
Slowly strung together by vague ideas
Wake up like a lake in winter.
Greening the grassland on the lakeshore again.
Generations have coveted the warmth of spring.
Once bloomed in your smiling eyes.
Broke the wandering of the clear sky
only
What should I do?
How to hint to you
Beneath this ancient appearance
What about the volcanic heart?
in fact
I was so beautiful.
As bright as a star in a little girl's eyes
Just wandering for a long time
All the tears are long gone.
All the stories have forgotten the beginning.
I envy that brave girl.
Young face basking in the sun.
Strong love is sweet.
I am greedy for seduced prostitutes.
charming
But it can capture people's souls.
I am as greedy as a dying old man.
I have no courage to express my love.
Only at sunset
One dry word after another
Piece together a lame poem
Quietly groping for how to
Track your eyes over and over again
Imagine it staring at me.
This is also the case.
The modern poem 6 in my mind seems that everything is still in midsummer.
That exaggerated enthusiasm
Still melting sweetly.
Vacation leisure
Still blinking his lazy eyelids
Autumn rain that may suddenly come.
But with a little bit cold.
Freeze them all there.
Draw a period of dissatisfaction.
//
Has it started?
Has it all started again?
I have a cold.
But the brain is still a mess
My heart is still not awake.
I want to live what I want.
You can take a closer look.
Actually, some of what I said doesn't count.
//
Many books I want to read.
Can only be put aside
I want to write a lot of words
Can only rot in my heart.
I'm still at the mercy of others.
Sit in a seat you don't like.
Do what you don't like.
But I don't know why.
There are no complaints in my mouth and no dissatisfaction in my heart.
//
Is to become more mature.
Have you seen through the world?
Or suddenly become insensitive?
As if all this had nothing to do with you?
Or learned to be confused.
Want to use a stupid and philosophical attitude
In exchange for a good mood every day and live longer?
//
But at four o'clock, I'm sure I'm still awake
It pains me to think of my son.
When I think of my parents, I will miss them.
I prefer to be with him every day.
Three meals a day, chatting and walking for recreation.
When I face those lovely children every day.
I still seem to live in a spring full of flowers.
The seventh order of modern poetry in my mind: light red meets the shadow of the sun, and blue enters the clear sky! In the afternoon, a clear rain poured down.
Walking through the pond, what you see is picturesque, and feelings are born from it.
"Water caresses the lotus, and Yin Yin Qing Zi. If Lotus explains what I said, please continue to miss you. "
Lying on the branches are the bitter cicadas sung by wanderers.
The bugs enjoyed it and kept it for a long summer.
A persistent, distant gaze in early autumn.
Dimfragrance floats, my thoughts wander several times, and I feel inexplicable sadness.
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The lingering clouds rest in the embrace of the wind.
Just wait for a gentle call
Then it becomes an afternoon poem, falling hand in hand.
Leaning, slim, wet lotus heart.
/
A pool of ripples, swaying leisurely
Touching the warmth of raindrops, shyly dodging, dizzy the misty rain.
Water lilies, with their backs against the foggy sky.
Step into poetry and painting gracefully, fall in love and write the rhyme of the season.
/
Clouds are flowing light ink.
The rain is stretched and lightly dyed.
Fantastic colors and charming smiles.
A lotus fragrance is floating in the lotus pond in the wind.
/
Singing in a low voice and talking on the green pages on the water.
The sun suddenly appeared in the clouds.
Set up a gentle arch bridge on the bank of the river.
A figure, looking at the graceful water of the lotus.
/
Lotus leaf, covered with water.
Water reflects the rainbow and flows along the oblique vein.
Han Han, swaying between the water and the sky, is brewing a beautiful bloom.
Lotus, Qing Zi Jianshui, Lingbo Man Dance.
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Oil-paper umbrella, hold it up slowly and fold it gently.
Between bone stalks, hidden in the clouds.
Waving hands, the faint sound of rain, lotus fragrance and yearning came from afar.
Store a wisp of breeze, fold it, bend it, let it be placed under the moon, ignore the clouds.
Modern Poetry 8 in My Mind My emotions have completely fallen.
Fall unprincipled
Can't find the direction
West for a while, east for a while.
I tried desperately to cover it up.
Try to grab the line and wind it into a circle.
Let it return comfortably, at least peacefully.
The sun is still in the sky, and time is still flowing silently.
I stopped at that moment.
At that moment, I was turned into a sculpture by the frost falling from the sky.
It was blank for a moment.
I thought and thought.
Or was it frozen by the sudden' cold'
I like white.
White enough not to be disturbed by a grain of fine sand.
But I refuse the cold.
Refuse the cold silence
Refuse false approval
A long day.
I stood on the side of the road like a statue.
Feel the eyes of passers-by
Listen to the sweet whispers of lovers
The wanderer trembled.
Those topics about me that have nothing to do with me
How humble this moment is
What I need is a lamp, a lamp that can warm myself and illuminate others.
Stay away from emotion, indifference and misunderstanding.
Just smiling at you.
Nourish the earth and the dry past with melting
Let's shake hands and make peace.
After today, it will rain.
And stinging thunder.
We have no chance to live up to time.
There is no chance to come again.
It's only once in a lifetime.
Those who leave will never come back.
I'm afraid you'll have an epiphany as soon as you say goodbye.
Destroy my memory.
I am willing to melt into a pool of water for you.
Into a crystal tear.
Remove all corners and beauty.
Did you hear that?
The same is true of Modern Poetry in the Mind.
There is a bird perched.
This is a falling bird.
There is no thinking, no redundancy.
idea
Its companion abandoned it mercilessly.
I can't see any emotion in my eyes.
Look, it is taking a nap.
Are you tired?
Thinking about landing for lunch.
Or are you insulting your partner in cold blood?
Did you have a good dream?
Or are your paws numb because you sleep standing up?
Why doesn't it fly away?
Did you hurt your wing?
Poor bird.
Next to the beautiful asphalt road
There is a crazy person, so cute that he is crazy.
She always doubts me, which makes me uncomfortable.
I only fly alone once in a while.
She cursed me for being abandoned only by my peers.
I'm just tired and want to stop and have a rest.
She insulted me because I fell.
It's really hateful
I'll curse her, too
You will eventually be abandoned by the people you love.
When the modern poem 10 in my mind was not finished, I accidentally stepped into the maze of May.
A shelf of roses, I saw the happiness of the wind.
The resurrected heart is wrapped around the fence and the sun.
Green growth, open and humid.
What worries me most is the wind of freedom in May.
He blew me into a rose instead of wearing a green skirt.
Swinging in the wind is the charm of alley in early summer.
You can see a small floating flower.
Walk slowly to the bottom of your inkstone.
Because only spring can tell me.
So enjoy climbing the lonely peak.
Immerse yourself in a warm embrace
Please draw me at my best.
Please leave me when I am most withered.
Time will automatically erase everything, I am pasting the past.
Meet strangers, and the flute will look back in the moonlight.
When I think of the sunset, your shadow dances before my eyes.
The pages you are looking at hold my falling red petals. Who's expecting it?
A stream of mountains and rivers, a few stoves, May.
I will slowly decorate your fence and windows.