Modern Poetry of That City 1
It turns out that my heart is transparent
It turns out that I yearn for all the beauty
It turns out that I thought The world is big enough to accommodate the most ordinary wishes of my heart
It turns out that life has beauty like drinking nectar
but there are also bad fruits that poison the soul and Body
It turns out that the world is a kaleidoscope with multiple perspectives
It is filled with bright lights that are a feast for the eyes
This city once had my immersive joy< /p>
It also brought me great pain
Unspeakable spiritual trauma
The past that I can’t go back to makes me hesitate
It turns out Friends are always there
You are my extremely precious friend
It turns out that you have never given up on me
Remind me of what I once forgot
Your comfort moved me when I was hurt
You are willing to give your love to the world
It also includes me and it still makes me touched< /p>
Just like longing for the bright moon in the lonely night sky
It turns out that I just haven’t fully realized it
Life is an experience-you still need to be strong in the wind and rain
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The scenery you have never walked through is still waving to you
May the years be as quiet as the spring breeze echoing in your heart. Modern poetry 2 of that city
The wind of the passing years, Blowing across the street,
bringing the bleakness of winter,
On both sides of the road in the small northern town,
The tree heads are bare,
The trees All the branches stubbornly stretch towards the sky.
There are dead leaves everywhere at the foot of the tree.
In fact, there is no need to be sad.
New green will grow in those dead places in the coming year.
Everything here is kind and strange,
Just because it is the dream hometown of that person from the end of the world,
With a warm heart, look at the grass here A piece of wood.
It turns out that this kind of soil and water has brought up such an extraordinary person.
I have already been to your city,
But you are a passer-by in my life,
When I arrive at the station, I will leave,
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Since we can’t hold it in our hands,
Let the past drift with the wind.
Once we met and got to know each other tenderly,
Let your heart bloom into a delicate flower,
Now let go, the flower in your heart gradually withers,
But I don’t regret it, I have been to your city.
Occasionally, I will miss you,
Occasionally, I will miss you,
But my happiness and anger have nothing to do with you.
The wind is howling and will bring a heavy snow,
Please ask the heavy snow to erase those traces,
And we will eventually grow old.
I no longer remember that encounter.
However, I have been to your city.
I have no regrets in this life. Even if I forget you one day, I will still remember that city. city.