The first part: Selected modern poems, full of aesthetic feeling and inspiration.
Travelers hobbled along the coast,
For days, sleeping and watching the scenery,
Keep a diary, think hard,
Sigh about the increasingly fierce monsoon.
No sailors, no boats, no sails,
But a bookmark, lying quietly,
Indicates that the journey ends here,
The process of exploration ends here.
The completed road is not recognized.
Equivalent to not walking,
The scenery he has seen.
Like it never existed.
The wet kiss lasted a long time.
Will remain on the page.
Unfinished sentence
Will stop at the landmark page by page.
Even a person who has never seen it,
Will be disappointed to wait in the distance.
Readers, your browsing.
This seems very important.
Chapter two: A group of modern poems with aesthetic feeling and inspiration.
Wake up at the inn,
I heard the long-lost rain.
They hit the blue tile roof,
The yard is also rustling.
Thinking about the diagonal of endless rain
Mountain, town, Yuan Ye and lake in the morning.
Join together. Everything is submerged in the water.
Cold alley, courtyard, bougainvillea, fairy palm.
The days of youth are slipping away.
Come here once in a while,
But it's like going back to the home you've been looking for.
The scenery seems to melt the wild heart.
Why do you want to travel around the world?
Isn't it all the places?
It won't be a unified place, will it?
All the people are not the same person, are they?
At first, stay here.
Sitting on the cloister watching the rain,
Look at the water green of camellia.
I think even if we are separated, we will come back.
Chapter III: A group of modern poems with aesthetic feeling and inspiration.
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially at night, in such a drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside and inside,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
There is a star hanging on the cornice of the superstition museum.
Earrings are hung separately.
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
Chapter four: A group of modern poems with aesthetic feeling and inspiration.
Lilies don't bloom in ecstasy.
Memories of summer are fading away.
The memory of berries is purple,
There is juice all over the mountain.
Come on, hurry down the hill.
Sometimes you have to catch anything you can.
Branches or grass, lest
Too fast will make you fall.
The frozen rocks on the mountain stream are cold and hard.
From summer to winter, the changes of festivals
Never too abrupt,
Every day, because you are in it.
You sit there,
Sensitive Woodenhead.
A trickle on the rocks and under the ice,
Clear and full of chill.
Although the mountain road is still extending,
But some things are really changing.
Time still leaves its mark on the mountain,
With your slow and hard heart.
Chapter five: A group of modern poems with aesthetic feeling and inspiration.
Threaten the squirrels on the mountain
Of course it's not a skill.
Only occasionally, unintentionally,
Two eyes looking at two eyes,
In the Woods in early winter,
Just for a second.
It's so different. It must be aliens.
Or it and I will think so.
In addition to the hair on the head, thick clothes
It doesn't happen to be wool, even wool,
It won't really grow in.
Blood and meat, like it.
It ran away first, turned its head,
Seems a little angry, and then rudely
Hit the branch with your claws,
Suddenly crawling away, calculating, hesitating.
Jump down from this tree
On the storm branch of another tree.
Go far correctly and without hesitation.
It will dissipate before you are sure.
Out of reach in the bushes.
Then the rest of the forest is completely different.
People's tranquility and loneliness.
Think it has reason to ignore and be impolite.
Even it,
You will never.
Feel victorious.
Of course, not because of its weakness,
But because of some real differences,
I suddenly thought of another thing.
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