Modern Poems in Alleys 1 Alleys
I like to walk alone on this path,
Immersed in the clouds, many ideas poured in,
Sometimes it is blank, and my heart is as quiet as an empty valley.
Say goodbye in a hurry, so that you don't become perfect and plump.
But some people explain that with the passage of time,
It seems a foregone conclusion that it didn't happen, just like the road always has an end.
In this thick twilight, I read different feelings from your eyes.
I abandoned all my sadness,
Shanju holds a bright smiling face, which makes autumn bloom meticulously and vigorously.
In the cold, fragrant and cold, there is unknown happiness and happiness.
We have never walked this road together, but we can always feel your presence.
Whispering of the wind, chirping of birds and gurgling of water are all your blue breath.
Accompanied by me, there is your bright-eyed moon.
An autumn chill comes as scheduled, who is still reluctant to say that a good autumn will be cool?
Those love-hate relationships hurt people. The days of running from the path
Push me into the future. The red leaves on the tree are like big eyes.
Road Modern Poetry 2 Country Road
The path covered with banana and bluestone is happy.
Equally happy are the poultry waiting in line for feeding.
At this time, smoke rose from the blue brick houses in Ran Ran.
The pond half an acre square in front of the door is shining with golden light.
The rosy sunset shone on mother's face leaning against the door.
Finish a close-up shot
Then enter the mountain on time.
A few dragonflies
Finally, on the dried-up Yang Liuzhi by the pond.
settle down
Several bats also jumped out from the dark eaves.
The dim light behind my mother came on for the second time.
The ancient mountain village gradually recovered its calm.
year after year
This road looks like mother's black eyes.
Whether it's on or off.
In the mother's eyes
It's completely banana-covered.
A winding path paved with bluestone.
Countless frosty rainy nights
The path woke up in her mother's cold dream.
Countless nights when geese fly south.
The road twists and turns in my mother's loneliness.
One end of the path is under the eaves at mother's feet.
On the other end of the phone, I was so lost that my mother was heartbroken.
Mother's happiest moment
Nothing is better than seeing it on Qingshi Road.
A schoolbag bounces on my back.
I heard you.
I rode on the back of an ox and went home with the nursery rhymes of sunset glow.
As long as you see the children on their way home.
Mother turned to feed pigs, chickens and ducks with a big smile on her face.
Then a gust of wind floated into the kitchen.
Thirty years.
Mother died, and there is still a way in my heart.
On the distant mountain, I still watch day and night.
And I, the road to my hometown is in my heart.
Gradually barren
Weedy plantains cover all the bluestone roads.
Path Modern Poetry 3 Campus Path
path
Campus path
No matter how long it is dusty.
Always emerge in silent dreams
Or that beautiful morning.
Or a gorgeous morning glow
Stroll along the path
Read English aloud.
Poetry and Fu
Interwoven together
Comfortable and cozy
path
There are straight and curved ones.
Bending and straight line connection
Weave countless dreams of youth
A lot of things have been forgotten.
But never forget this.
The road of hope
Or sunset
Friends in the same trade walked arm in arm on the path.
This road is like
A young and lively girl
Curled willow branches by the roadside
Soft and flowing long hair
this is great
be reluctant to part
path
There are wide and narrow.
The combination of width and narrowness
Create a song
A harmonious chapter
Along the path
You found an ocean of knowledge.
over there
Rows of neat bookshelves
Endless load
Mana
over there
Put countless people with lofty ideals and lofty ideals
Leading to the hall of science
path
Campus path
No matter how vague the memory is.
It's always branded
Deep memory
Path Modern Poetry 4 Path
Leave home at a young age
With a gentle dream
Set foot on a muddy path
Trying to find a way back
I am far from home at the moment.
Staring at the confusion in front of me
I don't know where it leads.
Did I do something wrong? The persistent pursuit of the morning,
Dream of flying by yourself
At this moment, I am equally persistent.
Go after it and fall.
Looking back on the vicissitudes of life in memory
Never give up, never give up.
No matter how confused you are, be strong all the way! With a gentle dream
Looking back at the footsteps of youth
Countless impressions,
Now more than ten years have passed,
Why is the road ahead still endless? I've been chasing, my dream
I never gave up!
Because,
I remember it clearly.
The promise to leave.