Sonnet Modern Poetry 1 ● Miss, let the moonlight hold it up.
Although it is difficult to wave, literary thoughts are surging.
Still can't surpass a beautiful flying attack in the world.
It makes everything curl up and bend into an idyll.
The melody of pastoral music is in tune with the moonlight.
It is the sadness in the eyes that shakes the night.
The tangled confusion fanned the old truth in my heart.
Directly pierced the years given by time.
Exists in one's body in the form of wicker.
Missing is a bagpipe, and so is sadness?
Soul-stirring music pours into a river.
The river flows into the heart sea with moonlight.
The moonlight quietly reveals the clarity of the face.
Scenes of black software spread out from both sides of the cheeks.
Faint to protect me, point out the name of fate.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 2 ● Dedicated to the Sun
You are the most exciting life theme in the universe.
Your brilliance is as sincere as a wreath.
Heaven and earth penetrate your sense of high balance.
The tireless soul will shine in your department.
The beat of time opens your glory.
Your temperament has always been worship in the dark.
The edge of your deterrence is an unbraced light body.
Your natural soft halo regenerates the luxury of the soul of the moon.
Your great virtue fills the river at dusk with gold.
You connect yourself with the gap of the earth with red powder.
How much inadvertently makes you elegant and romantic.
How tired you are to bathe in the ring.
Ah! The sun! The light you shine at the end of the road
It is the truth of blood that the benevolent seeks in the west.
Sonnets: Three Customs of Modern Poetry
Every time I step into a secular home,
There will always be gossip at home.
Words without poems
Can only blame the money.
The profiteer has a big pile of money in his hand.
There are only innocent lines in noble hands.
The wife is disgusted, and the mother hates iron not to produce.
become dejected and despondent
An inspirational chapter in the skull
The rough tower haunts my ears.
Low-destructive poetry is copied into four-hoofed running.
Making psychedelic money, hypocritical and ethereal
Hands smell of copper.
And simple and honest lips will only spit out beautiful poems.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 4 Lantern Festival
Spring Festival travel rush spring tide has just come out.
The earth is about to put on the spring makeup given by teacher Chun.
The heat wave of the Lantern Festival appears black and pink again.
The thunder in the early morning awakened the dream of seedling stage.
A sumptuous banquet in the evening will make me wander in the glass again.
The happy time is about to fade away.
I didn't write the happy poem.
The reunion night of the Lantern Festival is brightly lit.
It also evokes infinite melancholy in the hearts of wanderers.
Tangyuan, tangyuan is round.
After eating, I have to sail again.
Old mother can't get up.
The child who is studying has entered a dream.
I looked back at the fireworks step by step.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 5 Madmen
Dragging long hair and carrying a tattered backpack
Eat yellow poems over and over again.
The whip of life lashes again and again.
Stubborn face, refused to give in a step.
Reading, reading, wandering, wandering
The family stood up and accused their wife of helping them.
The child said, dad, dad, don't always let me walk barefoot.
Broke into school naked with potatoes and pickles.
The whip of life whipped on my back again.
Want to keep my delicate face to meet.
The pure sunshine in the morning, the sunshine falls again and again.
Going up again and again, I go down again and again.
Stand up again and again in the same place, although life is short.
But I will extend my priesthood indefinitely.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 6 The Sun and the Moon
New Year's Eve has passed the Spring Festival.
A year has passed, and a thousand years have passed.
Leave more or less lucky or tragic memories.
The sun and the moon are like illusions, from ancient times to the present.
The hand of time swings like a shuttle.
I shuttle, they shuttle.
Some clothes are getting smaller and smaller, and some are getting older and older.
Old. Looking at a flower will wither.
More like a candle slowly shrinking the last ray of light.
Black roses are also flattering them frequently.
Guide them step by step to the abyss.
The little one thought of soft dreams.
In my dream, I sat on the moon bud boat and went back to the past.
Childhood Golden Childhood golden times is just around the corner.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 7 shines so brightly at the foot of my bed.
An old man with silver hair.
From the western paradise
The cat squeezed through my window.
Before he fell into bed, he began to moan in pain.
Alas! My hometown is full of gunpowder now.
My village is in ruins. Check it carefully.
People with flat heads have silver gray faces.
Follow the old man, looking for a paradise
The cat bent over and rushed in through the window lattice.
Sad face for help! Help!
Lying in front of the bed, the money came again.
I shouted, come on, come on.
People suffering all over the world
Let's hug and sleep and have a quiet night.
Sonnet, Modern Poetry, Eight Signs
You are carrying a small bag and a big box.
Harbin at night
See a cheerful goldfish through the glass.
Catering to the surging fish.
Flirting with each other, chasing each other, stirring up beautiful waves
In the ocean of time, I landed quietly.
Fish and fish ocean is your dream of swimming.
Swim to your heart's content, don't dwell on delusions.
The subtle air has lengthened the distance between you and me.
You are there, and I often sigh here.
Your mood or your pulse.
Mild air will speak softly.
Tell you that you have entered your dream.
A sailboat in the sea is braving the wind and waves.
Sonnets, modern poems, 9 streams
The mobile phone can't be opened bit by bit.
The world without traffic is really helpless.
I must escape from the secular, cold-eyed and deaf heaven.
See if there is any wasted space outside.
Traffic is everywhere, and people are beaming.
Big bags and small bags, carts and cars, to buy fascinating goods.
Flow of gold on the street, swaying with the wind.
I turned on my cell phone and people all over the world were boiling.
There are many misfortunes there. Are you heartbroken?
Or turn a deaf ear to Suoxing, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The human heart is harder than iron and colder than ice?
I gently stroke my finger on the screen of my mobile phone to give you a compliment and give him a heart. Humans should be a big family.
Send a red envelope, you'll get well, get old and rejuvenate.