Beautiful modern poetry, please come to me, when I am old,
Blood gas drops, nerve tingling;
When my heart is heavy,
When all the functions of life are numb.
Please come to me as my senses.
Suffering from overwhelming confidence;
Time is like a madman scattering dust,
Life is like the flame of revenge.
Please come to me as my faith.
It has dried up and people are like flying insects in early spring.
After laying eggs, they will sting and hum.
Weave a cocoon and wait for death.
Please come to me when I die,
To mark the end of the struggle for life,
On the dark edge of lower life,
Point out the dawn of an eternal day.
The second part of aesthetic modern poetry has a future goal.
Always cheer us up.
Like a gray moth flying to the flame.
Willing to be a prisoner of fire
It's you who keep swinging.
It's your beautiful tassels flying.
In the days of infatuation
Who knows?
What is sweet and what is bitter?
As long as you know that you are sure, you will never look back.
If you want to lose, you will lose to pursuit.
If you want to get married, marry happiness.
It's beautiful. Chapter III of Modern Poetry Silent loneliness is like rain
Piece by piece.
The interweaving of cold crystals looks for jade-like stone in cold time.
Like a flower and a dream.
Autumn in the distance
Send me a white maple leaf.
The map on the leaf is our contact information.
I covered the earth with leaves.
The day you miss.
But I remember.
Beautiful modern poetry: four mountains and one night forever.
Everything is like a dream.
What could be better than complete silence?
More resistant to listening?
No matter how long and busy the history is.
There will always be a moment.
There's no need to argue, is there?
But what about the wind? you said
Wind? That's the transit of time
Occasionally a little
A little echo