It won't rain in the sky, and the Milky Way won't flood.
The bridge was in disrepair and fish were carved on it.
Fall into my silver bowl and smile at each other.
A stupid flower, a stupid cow
Carve and hollow out at the bridge head
Memory of time. Fairy clothes year after year
Brush a layer of antiseptic water.
Brand new cassia twig, get the password.
Find a shortcut to cross the river.
The stars don't take turns to stand guard, my tonight.
Make an alliance with the breeze
His wide armholes make him a handsome and talented person.
2)
Be an assassin, don't waste time.
Take your heart.
Night is my wardrobe, moonlight sword.
Break through loneliness
Accompany loneliness
I brush my hair with transparency.
The name of the fallen flower is put in the running water.
Be a walker, wandering feet
Pursuit, the initial fragrance of dreams
Baiyun is my mount, and the world of mortals has a shore.
Rely on a sad song
You don't understand. I farm again and again.
What kind of rain is hidden?
imperial park
You are in the middle of the water.
Peel the moon and prescribe a prescription.
Tonight's Modern Poetry 2 Whose Eyes
Through the deep and silent night sky
Alone in endless days
Looking at the painful scenery from a distance
Whose plain hand?
The mist that brushed my forehead.
Pick it up with a smile
Sadness is scattered in the sky
Whose powder?
Loneliness has become a tearful sunset on the horizon.
Reflect a lifetime of trauma and pain.
On Tanabata, life changed into a new form.
Meet at the ferry
The end of the world of mortals
Who dances with me gently?
Drink up the sadness of the night alone
Who do you watch for when you miss cocoon?
Sleepless candlelight
But the stream is always there
Look at each other
Burning into a fallen star
Dreams and tenderness have been flashing for thousands of years.
Aphasia, but can't forget.
He Han, one step away.
Become an insurmountable sky for life
Tears bloom in your eyes.
The last hanging petal
Suddenly fall
Chest landing
I want to retire at dusk.
Escape from the cold and fragrant enchanted gardens.
Helps happiness and memory.
Let your shadow walk into my shadow
In a garden full of flowers and plants
Make a cup of tea with you
* * * Sang Ma.
Modern Poetry 3 1 tonight,
I thought I was really an elf.
A written poem
It will blur your eyes.
It's only three minutes away.
The tram has left.
Cann't keep up with your departure
Leave me alone and wake up crying in my dream.
2、
The bell rang deep in the forest.
Wash your hands and burn incense
Yun Qi Chu
Whose piano sound penetrates the night sky?
This is just a game.
A sudden old dream
Wake up from a nightmare
I have no time.
call for help
3、
Who cuts the soul with a blunt knife?
There is a voice neighing in my heart.
Red elf, whose pain is yours in this life and the next?
Love is death, destruction and rebirth.
Give you a pair of scissors.
But the myriad things in this world are always.
The next reincarnation
Hide behind the moon
Think quietly
4、
I won't write poetry tonight.
Chatting with you is the theme of tonight.
Race with the soul is a prelude to dreams.
Angry with the elves
This is my unchanging melody
If the dream has entered the poem tonight.
All the sadness in the world will end.
The red elves are just incarnations of past lives.
The name of the afterlife
Tonight Modern Poetry 4 Tonight I am drunk in WU GANG's osmanthus wine.
Lying drunk in your arms, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.
In that undulating rhythm
Enjoy your heart.
I am intoxicated in the autumn wind tonight.
I look forward to the swallow returning to the south tomorrow morning.
Can bring news of my hometown
Even a shallow whisper
I am intoxicated in your arms tonight.
Moaning softly in your tenderness
That is a shallow singing of happiness.
There is a double shadow of you under the moon
I'm drunk in the clouds
Look at the bright moon in Mid-Autumn Festival.
Is there a golden toad playing WU GANG?
What are Chang 'e's comfortable sleeves like?
this evening
I got drunk on Bibo.
Drink a gourd ladle of river water in my hometown and listen to crazy waves.
Just to return to the original hometown of the sea.
this evening
I was drunk on the fallen leaves.
Choose breeze
Dream back to the Tang Dynasty and Du Li fighting for wine and reciting poems.
Sing a song about colorful feathers
this evening
I am intoxicated in the arms of Iraqis.
Listen to the chirping of insects quietly.
Smell the fragrance of flowers in the wind and your lingering love words
Want to touch your red halo with your fingertips
Allow the palm soaked by raindrops to be sucked away.
this evening
I'm drunk.
I'm really drunk
(That's it) suddenly. ...
forever ...
Modern Poetry 5 Tonight When the moonlight sets from the western hills,
When the stars stop flashing,
Your face fills my heart,
I don't know,
Tonight, I will never sleep.
Who authorized such a dark night,
Who stole my heart?
Light a cigarette,
To pursue.
A cigarette,
But I can't read the heart page full of missing and missing.
The cold wind in winter blows into my nest from the window,
Cool the air in the room,
But it can't touch my heart,
Because my heart is hot,
It's also frozen,
I don't know.
Everything is eternal at this moment,
I don't know whether the music player plays Listening to Songs and Leaving Tears or You Are My Tender Feelings.
I don't know if I'm smoking now,
I don't know if I'm drinking.
Sit down,
Sit quietly,
Became my eternal posture.
That room full of smoke,
There seems to be your shadow there.
The smell of wine in the room,
There seems to be you, too.
I don't know if I'm awake.
Or still drunk,
But I clearly know that I am not sleepy at all.
Maybe,
It's called sleepless,
Who told me to stay awake,
I might know,
Maybe I don't know.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
Maybe you don't know either!
The luxurious curtain of modern poem 6 has been rolled up high tonight.
You will appear on my stage.
Take off the worldly disguise layer by layer.
With your real body
Dance a heart dance for me
Moonlight through the window lattice
You look blue.
She is recalling her girlhood.
Or are you jealous that I am the only spectator?
We used to have secrets.
Wake up! Let the heart of losing a lover
Back to this hidden territory
I can't fight like a soldier anymore.
Please leave.
Bring my ribbon woven with passion.
Because of the light on your forehead
After the washing of the river of the mind
What I need is
Occasionally go to the river to enjoy your silhouette.
For tonight's date
I sold all my memories.
It doesn't matter whether it hurts or is sweet.
Happiness or misfortune is not so stubborn.
Because the world will finally grant you a wish.
But she can only watch what you give.
To replace some of her surprises.
Tonight's Modern Poetry 7/ Wooden Cool City.
Yu Di whimpered outside the pavilion window,
The voice is bleak and deep into the bone marrow, and the dream breaks the castle and wakes up.
I was startled to think of the afterglow of the sunset and miss the strong wisteria tree.
But we still have to face the reality and cruelty.
That heart buried a few tears, who will follow that life,
Even if the silent castle stands under the rendering of the waning moon,
But I can't escape the moonlight and fade away the bleak weaving.
Wisteria is also in the lonely mottled wall,
But only the breeze can bring some comfort,
Please don't ask me how I feel tonight.
Let the stars tell me, dream of broken bridge,
If I haven't drunk Meng Po Tang, can I still remember what you told me in the past life of reincarnation?
Whether I can find your previous concern for me in my next life,
Wake up in the cruelty of reality,
Don't ask me how deeply I am entangled tonight.
Loneliness and loneliness are like that castle,
Why can't afterglow and wisteria trees have a lifetime of * * *,
Let Huiyu look forward to seeing the wisteria tree again tomorrow.
Don't ask me how sad I am tonight. ...
Let the soil of spring cover up your deep crying for me,
Let the wisteria tree slowly realize the deepest part of the afterglow,
Don't ask me how helpless I am tonight
Just like a castle can't dance with the stars.
The degree of helplessness can only be expressed in this way ...
Tonight, I was still young and frivolous.
Once upon a time, I was arrogant.
Once, I was floating in the air.
be conceited and self-satisfied
Now, I am humble.
Now, I'm a walking corpse
Now, I have forgotten the glory of the past.
Glory, pride
I use the beginning of life to understand.
Proud, frivolous
Now I will spend the rest of my time studying.
Silence, ordinary
In my world, I am God.
In others' eyes, I am an ant.
Maybe I'll admit I'm scared.
It's not that there are too many pits on the road.
It's not that you stumble and feel guilty.
It's just that I don't want my short life
Live too tired
A few short decades will not make my career successful.
But I don't want to end up exhausted.
Tonight, no sleep.
Tonight, the moon won't stay for me for a second.
I forgot once tonight.
Not from the beginning.
I just want to be comfortable alone.
Not when you are tired.
My heart is still very tired
Tonight's modern poetry has shed its biting cold clothes.
Run wild on the green field.
Through the flame
Under the scorching sun
Meet a smiling lotus.
The bright eyes of April deeply touched the sadness of September.
How can I manage a period of history carelessly?
Let you bow your head in tenderness
Plant the sadness of my life.
Tonight is the Double Ninth Festival in September.
Borrow a pot of nostalgia
Du Zhuo west window
Accompanied by the bright moon from time to time
Tongshi Jinsha Laojiao
But it's hard to get back to the old sauce.
sadder
sadder
Who can ride a horse?
Drive away my barren desolation
Jiang Yuzhong's Double Ninth Festival
Since that full moon
You are me.
Another straw in the acacia river
Since it's grass
I don't hold out much hope.
But there is still hope.
I think it's better than nothing.
Cuncunbian
That rugged hill.
But there are white-haired people every year.
Be careful of this day, be careful. ...
I don't know how much autumn water I have seen through.
Yiren is still on the water side.
Modern Poetry Tonight 10 Why is it so long tonight?
Why is the moonlight so bright?
I was nailed to the bed because of illness.
A faint look.
The seductive moonlight outside the window
I really want to borrow a beam of moonlight.
Take my mind to heaven.
Let the relatives who leave home be safe forever.
Hateful diseases are becoming more and more rampant.
Take me to the Arctic Ocean later.
Trying to freeze my blood and body and mind.
Then he sent me to the Flame Mountain.
I want the flame to burn the tenacity of my heart.
Although I am in pain, I am powerless to resist.
I know that only by accepting the test of ice and fire.
Only in this way can we make ourselves stronger.
Moonlight flows quietly in the dark.
I fell asleep in a daze.
Can't see the dawn before dawn
I only see the black and blue wounds swallowed by the disease.
I'm angry, I'm crazy and my eyes are glowing.
I don't want to lose my happiness and health like this.
I want to break through the darkness and look for sunshine.
However, why is tonight so long?
I can't see the light that breaks through the darkness. .......