Beautiful modern poem 1: Chen's two trees
There is one in a strange city.
The two trees face each other across the street.
Although it is close at hand, it is impossible to hug.
There is a bird on the trunk.
There is an oyster hidden in the branch.
Birds and oysters are always a pair of faithful messengers.
Through muddy streets, through
A little juice, feeling or warmth.
Two trees, gradually feel
Live, there is hope.
The streets are getting sticky and moving faster and faster.
One day, the oyster finally came down from the tree.
Fell down and was swept away by the rushing street.
The bird got lost in the chase.
Never come back
Two trees, finally understand.
He who has nothing will eventually have nothing.
Beautiful Modern Poetry II: Farewell Fairy Tales for Xue Jia
Light, with laughter
Slowly, the water reflected on the wall.
Dark tentacles
Negligently
I have climbed up my window and the city lights are on.
Soft, like mother's eyes.
Warm and kind
However, my eyes are astringent.
Are they tears?
Let it flow quietly.
Lies are in dreams, deception is in dreams.
It's broken.
And carefully put it together into a fairy tale
Light, dark again.
Even the parting disappeared.
The night wind blows thick dark clouds.
Let me drink it quickly
The moon in the cup
Beautiful modern poem 3: the shepherd's star lantern worm
Grassland thins the sky, and at night,
The tip of my whip,
You can't ring the wind chimes on horseback.
Wandering stars, grazing in the distance
Starry night, don't light the moon.
Arouse the bent arm as soon as possible and miss love.
My Aries and gentle clouds,
yearn for
Dip in smoke and pick up the spring and winter that fall to the ground.
The Gobi desert is full of water and strong wind.
And I didn't blow off the stars,
The tent stood quietly in a pool of water mist.
Hold your breath and listen to the piano in the distance.
The milky way is as pure as snow lotus,
Every meteor
All the sheep fell down, flashed and disappeared.
While speaking, the gentle wind winds around your fingertips.
Rich grassland, all is silent.
Bright eyes, eating grass silently.
Every dewdrop hanging on my cheek,
You can soak the dawn
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