Since when
My life has started a tangled mode
Loss, insomnia, disappointment
The flame of a star is burning in my heart
Even though there are thousands of emotions, I still have to laugh at
The comfort I once had made my weight exceed 12
Not long ago
. Not alive
The original weight gain can also prove the happiness index
When I entered the other half of my life, time missed and I closed a door
On a cloudy day, I tried to open a window
Even if only a ray of sunshine came in, I could drive away the depressed gas struggling in my heart
and hide in the door. I also cried secretly
but who would believe the tears
Wipe them away quietly, turn around and tell you
I have always been the angel who loves to laugh
Life is still tangled
At least you are still on the journey
Even if you are crying, even if you are with you
Even if you are smiling, Listen to you
and walk in the wind and rain like this. 2
To kiss your lips
I am willing to give up
all the world for you.
In my confusion, I use my love
to gently suck your tears
The bitter taste
Slightly salty
Just because you said. The only woman in my life
My cheeks
flushed
Ruthless years
Curled up your hair
Your tenderness
became an intoxicating glass of liquor in my heart
I was drunk
I was totally drunk
Blame me
Wrong.
Autumn in September
I want to honor
the promise you gave me
I just want to hug you tightly in my arms
but I haven't caught your shadow
I'm so embarrassed
Where did your tenderness go
Late autumn night
It's chilly < > thrown into the moonless night
like an invisible thorn
stuck in my heart
painful
lost love
lost the rhythm of loving you completely
lost the rhythm of modern poetry 3
filled with coffee at midnight
awakened the golden dream
. > gawking about the past
illogical
inextricable
rugged road white
like a brooding puppet
like a jumping swallow
love and hate are born in the jaws of death
she rushes out of the door
like a bad man who broke away from Fan ▲B
she is half awake and half asleep
.
Sprint at impromptu navigation line
Under the scorching sun
The skin is about to burn
Sweat is oozing from every pore
Helpless
She seems to be in tears
It suddenly occurred to her that an umbrella
can block thousands of suns
She is still sprinting at impromptu navigation line
but I don't know it. Color
There is no day and night
In the noisy downtown
People are surging
Cars are rushing
She has entered the maze of the world of flowers
A pair of earrings are hanging from her earlobes
Swaying with the rhythm of the pace
When is the spring flowers and the autumn moon
. > Stop
Postscript: Remember the sad story of a patient with mental variation. Confused Modern Poetry 4
Who is not confused in youth?
Confusion is not your excuse.
You may use confusion as an excuse for your laziness.
You may also make up a cover to escape some facts.
Confusion, what a "confused" word,
Maybe you are really confused,
Confusion is not terrible,
What is terrible is that you don't have the courage and motivation to face it.
When you are frustrated repeatedly in the job application,
You are really confused at that time,
What is your direction?
When you are sitting in the classroom,
faced with a roll of paper with poor grades,
you are also confused.
Where on earth is this me suitable for me?
Perhaps only you know the reason for your confusion.
When you are confused, you seek medical advice everywhere.
You try to comfort your injured heart with other people's words.
Or it may be a good way.
But people have different thoughts.
Even if you have the same language,
Even if you have many hobbies,
But you and he (she) are two people,
two separate entities with a little connection.
If you want to get out of the confusion, you have to rely on yourself.
Maybe you want to be lazy at this time.
Take the confusion as an excuse.
I'm so confused. I don't know what to do.
Then you will pay for your laziness.
When your college entrance examination is over,
your miserable score falls on your heavy heart,
this is your price,
you should bear the consequences,
then you should really be confused.
When you graduate from college,
you pay the price because you didn't work hard,
because you didn't find a decent job,
you are still a nerd at home,
you are lying in bed in a daze,
you are confused and will quietly push your door open,
lie quietly next to you and
accompany you silently.
Being confused is actually an excuse.
If you didn't work hard at the beginning,
Now you should work harder than at the beginning.
Only in this way can the balance be balanced.
Whether you are staring at your poor grades in a daze,
or you are lying in bed staring at the ceiling in a daze,
why not think about starting and struggling?
Do you have to stay at home and be a confused person?
The ship is lost in the sea,
It is struggling to find the lighthouse,
Because it is the symbol of its survival,
It is the only way out of its confusion.
Being confused should not be your excuse,
More importantly,
Being confused should not be an excuse for young people,
You are still young,
You have the capital to struggle.
toward the bright side,
become different, learn to be strong,
become unstoppable,
not only an ideal,
it is a force against the wind.
toward the bright side,
become different and unusual,
become what you want, not just ideal,
be the direction of living.
Our youth is the same.
There is confusion and light.
No one can assert that this is life until the end of life.
We just try our best to struggle on our own roads.
Some people complain about their poor life.
Why is it so unfair to him?
If others live well, he will be jealous.
You should reflect.
This is the consequence you should bear.
You haven't tried,
Or you've only made superficial efforts,
You haven't actually paid,
You're not qualified to complain, and
You're not qualified to use confusion as an excuse.
For your own wonderful life,
wake up, stop using confusion as an excuse,
fight!
Your life may change because of your struggle.
For you who are confused. Confused modern poetry 5
I want to write something, but I don't know where to start
I think a lot of unknown things
I have some confusion in my mind
I want to find so-called inspiration, but I can't help but catch it
My mind is very upset
In fact, it's unbearable to look back at myself
When I'm complacent about myself, I might as well think about those people standing at the other top
. I can't
sigh but I can't touch it
Now writing has no purpose
and no thoughts
I'm confused
I don't know why I like it
and I don't know why I gave up
Maybe I'm not suitable for this road
Maybe
I can only be myself
Every time I look at those classics. I can't help sighing
I feel sad in my heart
I can't let go of the endless mountains and rivers outside people
I'm so depressed
I'm always frustrated
I always run away
Maybe I'm born with no perseverance
This love may not be deep
but it's
. I am drowned in this sea
like a helpless duckweed
unable to sink
unable to reach the shore
and can only drift around in a corner of this world
sorrowing for myself
crying for myself.