Modern Poetry with Artistic Conception I: Diary Haizi
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
Modern Poetry with Artistic Conception II: Homesickness Jiangnan My sky is raining again, like a water town, wet and cool.
A girl without a paper umbrella, carefree rain lane, endless hesitation.
I looked down at the village. The fishing song was late and the boat was burnt yellow.
Occasionally, there were a few jingles, and the smoke drifted away with the river.
When you are half drunk, you can return to the piano, and your fingertips are flicked and melodious.
Misty rain is like fog on a ship, splashing ink on the south of the Yangtze River, and my thoughts are wandering.
Then pour a bottle of wine, sing and drink, sing and sing.
Send Greek far away, and forget it, the ink is full of rivers.
Modern Poetry 3: I like that you are silent Nie Luda.
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
It seems that your eyes have flown away, like a kiss, sealing your mouth.
When everything fills my soul,
You emerged from everything and filled my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams.
You are like the word melancholy.
I like your silence, as if you had already left.
You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly moaning like a dove.
You hear me from a distance, and my voice can't touch you;
Let me be quiet in your silence.
Let me talk to you through your silence,
Your silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with loneliness and stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars, far away and bright.
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
Distant and sad, as if you were dead.
At that time, a word and a smile were enough.
I'll be happy because it's not true.