Poems describing loneliness and loneliness

1: Loneliness

I am struggling.

In a subtle way

Always liked it

Alone in the corner

kill time

Always trying to avoid

sunniness

A haggard heart

Always let me

Can't bear to see

Deformation and distortion of shadows

The pain in my heart

Don't want to tell anyone.

Let it die.

Accompany loneliness

Always want to shrink in the shadows.

Make the dull heart more dull.

Always looking for Noah's ark

That's even an ideal jar.

Seal everything that belongs to you.

Drift with the tide

Because I like

And more preferences

Loneliness is a person's Carnival

2. Love should be clear.

In the city.

I hope you don't have to cry.

Because there is a man.

He knows very well.

Arrange every game for you.

Acceleration of action

Then come on.

Can you say a blessing?

By the way, put your hands together.

Welcome to fill in the actual.

Don't be lonely

I always hold you in my arms.

It floats every day.

Romantic attention

Is the price of your freedom.

it was so clear to me

So hold hands.

Tips from the Guardian

3. Cool Shui Ying

Bright moons are rare.

shadow

Fall into a glass of water

But how can I pour it?

It's not as cool as Shui Ying.

Tonight,

There is moonlight.

Just be a good boy and send me.

Under the furry snowflake tree.

With me, I am cold and cold.

They have mine.

Dream shadow

Climb the peach branches of last spring and smile.

Selected Works of Modern Poets 4: Cooking Smoke

In the early years

Seven or eight playmates, up and down by the river, chasing and frolicking.

Smoke rises.

Rush home.

Cooking and smoking is mom's decision.

You can hear it no matter how far away.

When I was a teenager

go to school

Strict teachers, boring courses, and boredom.

Smoke rises.

The bell rings, just like the most punctual date.

Cooking smoke is the gospel of the school.

I always wait in surprise.

When I grow up

After finishing college, I left my hometown to work and lived in a reinforced concrete castle.

Smoke rises in dreams.

Turn into a little face

Round into familiar laughter.

Cooking smoke is the taste of hometown.

I can't forget it for a long time