I made a promise to you with a rainbow,
After the storm, the sun will smile.
Have a safe trip,
Welcome a bright future,
Like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.
I made a promise to you with a rainbow,
Recalling childhood together,
Happy childhood,
Welcome a bright future,
Like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.
Rainbow is the promise of hope,
The truest love,
Happy forever,
Rainbow is a beautiful memory.
Rainbow,
It has seven different memories,
Pain, unforgettable, happy, disappointed, angry, sad, festive,
In these memories,
Like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple,
The emergence of rainbows,
Is colorful,
Is happy,
It's sad,
Emotions and sorrows,
Recall the rainbow.
2. The agreement to write a modern poem "Rainbow" with the theme of "The Agreement of the Rainbow".
I want to set foot on that beautiful rainbow
Write down a touching legend
It is drizzling on the left and oblique sunset on the right.
Red, green and yellow are galloping in the air.
I can't reach the sight and sigh in space.
I want to draw a gorgeous and charming rainbow.
People say that all good things will die.
Tell the blue sky: I don't believe it!
Why are there golden rainbows?
In my heart forever rises?
One day, my firm pace
Of course, I can set foot on that beautiful rainbow!
Midnight talk
Set out alone at night
The scenery is too late to be trimmed.
All the clues of memory have been broken since then.
Andante like a song, the good mood is slowly relaxing.
exhibit
The wind ended the wandering years and blew to the sunny harbor.
bay
So in this midnight meditation,
Please let me wave again.
break away from
Time flies, the old green trees and white flowers bloom.
3. A modern poem about friendship has a kind of friend that you can't forget at any time and place, that is, you should not let time dilute friendship, distance dilute the heart of missing, and let blessings and happiness shuttle in each other's hearts. Blue sea and blue sky are endless places of friendship. What time can't take away is loyalty, but what time takes away is true feelings. Even though the world can forget, the original purity and loyalty are like the fragrant moments when perfume lilies infiltrate memories. Recall the past, open your heart, let sincere friendship fill your young heart, extend your broad hands and hold my warm little hand, which will bring you infinite warmth and permanent touch. Play the melody of friendship with sincere heart, and I will never regret it. I will never regret writing a warm and happy poem in the name of love. Thank you for spending my youth with me. Please allow me to take away all your troubles in the name of an angel and let me use my beautiful mood. Decorate your sweet dreams and make every moment become eternal. I will always remember your friendship, just like a breeze. Terry Fan Ning's friendship is like a warm breeze. You can't get it, you can't smell it, you can't taste it, and you don't know when it will come, but you can always feel it and always realize its existence. It may come and go, but you know it will come back.
Memories of friendship in my childhood aroused my feelings for friendship. Friendship is the most common emotion in the world and the simplest communication of human nature. The students' passionate collision aroused my confession of friendship, and the friendship in my heart was like the rushing Yellow River.
I want to say that friendship is childhood virginity, friendship is girls' yearning for love, friendship is men's pursuit, friendship is relatives' yearning, and friendship is people's true love for each other. Friendship is what you and I yearn for, and friendship is the catharsis of true feelings between people.
Friendship is a bowl of water, and a friendship between gentlemen is as light as water; Friendship is a pot of tea, taste it slowly; Friendship is a glass of wine, which opens your closed heart for a long time; Friendship is a song that gushes out your deep passion; Friendship is bitter tears that remind you of the past; Friendship is the first love of youth, which makes you deeply attached to your first lover. In fact, friendship is not far away from you. You seem to see a beautiful white cloud floating in front of you, which makes you dream. You said to her, come on! My friendship, however, the white clouds are like floating fairies, but they are gone. You forgot the position at the top of your pyramid and jumped up to chase the friendship of your dreams.
Dear friend, I want to tell you that friendship is the most precious spiritual wealth in life. Without friendship, you will become lonely; Without friendship, you will lose the trust of your friends; Without friendship, your wealth will lose its golden halo; Without friendship, you will lose confidence; Without friendship, your life will no longer shine; Without friendship, you will be at a loss.
I want to tell you frankly, my dear friend, you should not be reluctant to part with your lost friendship, let alone feel depressed because you can't find it. In fact, friendship is around you. As long as you open the window of spiritual communication, friendship will get closer and closer to you. Friendship Sometimes you are warm, as warm as your mother's body temperature, condensing the temperature of my cold heart. Even if my heart is broken by cold, it can't make up for my gratitude. Sometimes you are as light as a flying snowflake, melting and soaking. Even if the dancer dies, I can't repay my apology to you. However, there is a frozen heart and endless thoughts under the soil. In the coldest night, you can see my figure, and my figure is getting farther and farther away. You growled and called to me in the gale. My soul quietly landed behind you, telling you that a single spark can warm all your experiences in the frozen world. "Friendship is a wonderful thing.
When you have it, you will immediately feel that the world is bright and beautiful; When it disappears, you will feel abandoned. "After reading my friend's letter, I was particularly impressed by these words.
Yes, friendship is magical. It combines the sincere feelings between my friends and me and affects my life path. As Ba Jin famously said, "My past life friendship is like a bright light, which shines into my soul and makes my existence a little bit glorious."
For another example, Cicero once said, "Friendship is superior to everything, because it contains many immortal interests. It can light up the future with good hope, it can make up for the trauma of the soul and save the fall of the soul. " Indeed, friendship is a pistachio. When a friend is happy, it is a blessing to him. Friendship is a pill to relieve anger. Give a friend timely comfort when he is sad and painful. Friendship is a sober agent. When a friend goes astray, it will make him lose his way ... after reading a friend's letter, I feel a lot.
Somehow, this poem rings in my ear: friendship is a small umbrella in rainy season, which holds up a sunny day; Friendship is a lamp on a cold night, burning with a passionate flame; Friendship is a warm wind that soothes the wounded heart; Friendship is a white handkerchief, which dries the tears on your cheeks. ..... What is friendship? What do you say, my friend? .
4. There is a poem about agreement. There are many references to "agreement" in the poem. Is the last sentence about Naruto's ending song? If you could see a meteor flying in the night sky now, what would you wish for? The promise I made with you who are about to travel far away will always be in my heart. What I want to hear in sleepless nights is your voice until I meet the morning glow. You are really radiant. I guard you who pursue your dreams. The same starlight shines on us. Don't look back, move on and hold back your tears. If you could see a meteor flying in the night sky now, what would you wish for? The promise I made with you who are about to travel far away will always be in my heart. I always hope that I can protect you and hide my loneliness quietly. From then on, I began to feel that time passed so slowly. If I can make my love more firm, the track you have traveled will become more correct. If I could see a meteor flying in the night sky now, what would I wish for? "No matter where I am, our hearts are connected." Recalling your words, I am guarding you who pursue your dreams. The same starlight shines on us. Don't look back, move on, hold back your tears and say goodbye to you. If you could see a meteor flying in the night sky now, what would you wish for? You promised to audition in in my heart forever with your upcoming trip, please link:/10089620.
5. What are the poems about love in modern times? If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
-Nalan Xingde butterfly lovers Author: Su Shi Age: Song genre: Word category: anonymous flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
On the 20th day of the first month, Mao Yi, the son of Jiang Chengzi, remembered his dream of ten years, and his life and death were boundless. Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Song of Eternal Sorrow An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Yu Yang Fu (pí) came at his instigation and surprised the colorful feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stopped, and no one moved, turned around and died. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
In the soil under the slope of Mawei (wéi), that memory, that anguish. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ? Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.
The south area of the West Palace (a book called Garden) is covered with autumn grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that no one has swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Since happiness has ended in the sunny heaven, Penglai Palace ordered people to pay for a fake boxing boat for couples.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
When I met Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I went to the West Building without saying a word. The bright moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. "Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong" Li Yulin spent Xie Chunhong in the South Tang Dynasty, which was too hasty.
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east. Qin Guan: "The Fairy of Que Bridge" skillfully uses thin clouds and flying stars to spread grievances, and the Yin and Han secretly cross Chen Cang.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time. Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc" has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. Liu Yong is chilling and sad.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Liu Yong, a butterfly lover, leans on a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
(3) In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. Planning madness is drunk, 4 is wine song, 5 is strong and tasteless.
⑥ The belt will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. ⑥ It will make people languish for Iraq. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I love you, but that you can only bury it in your heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I miss you, but that you love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance is not being in love but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees.
6. Modern Poems on Ideal 1 How much I like you, my motherland, my cheerfulness, the sunshine in Tibet, my tenderness, your charming water town, my strength, your developed south, my weakness and the frontier waiting for development. You go from the plan to the market, and I come from the countryside to the city. In the process of transformation, we have all experienced pain and had many successes. How much I like you, my motherland. Today, you are widely active in the international arena, making friends and showing a brand-new image of a big country, and I am here. I am more and more confident in my work. How much I like you, my motherland. The more I like you, the more I love you. In reality, no matter what you do, there will always be some countries criticizing me for being in a similar situation at work, but we all know that these will not affect us. 2. I am a young man. Call me a young man ... Ha ... I am a young man! I'm young, my God! Thank you for giving me a melting pot that can't make steel, sealing and melting my youth; Thank you for giving me a refrigerator to refrigerate my soul; Thank you for burning the ashes of the mountain and burying my germs in the deep stream! Thank you for giving me silk that I don't understand, and let me make cocoons by the river of years.
So I am young-when my poems appear in front of people, they are as fresh as yogurt fermented in the sheepskin pockets of Kazakh herders! ..... Ha, I'm a young man! I am young, my Hu Da! Just like my countless young companions-youth lost in the desert, only the jingling camel bells hypnotized me; Youth was exposed to the scorching sun, leaving only a dried apricot with an unspeakable taste. The bare forehead may be a mound that has already been filled, an arc-shaped wrinkle, or a parabola drawn casually.
So I am young-when we return to spring, you look at me and I look at you, ha ... we all have the characteristics of a generation! As a youth, I have attended numerous youth conferences. To tell the truth, I don't doubt my condition when I was young. Thirty-six years old, MINUS "ten", it's ... no, the group is only over a year old! The author of Scream was older than us. Compared with the young soldiers who never grew old during the Long March, we are just a "group of children"! ..... Ha, I'm a young man! Irony? Then laugh at yourself, bitter bitter-salty.
Motherland! Should I feel pain for my child, or should my child feel bitter for you? I often look at innocent children and strangers, and I caress my rosy face. They looked at me strangely and cocked their heads.
Like a flock of birds watching dinosaur eggs. They have come a long way, maybe they are heading for youth, but I only have a slightly trembling step inside. ............................................., don't! I want to tell my motherland that the most precious thing in the world is the autonomy of youth! I love, I want to, but I'm not jealous.
I cry, I laugh, but I don't complain. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, but I don't lament.
I'm angry and I hate it, but I won't give up. Since this special era has created a special concept of youth, I will say to the blue sky: I am-youth! I am a young man-my blood vessels will never be blocked by sand; I am a young man-my pupils will never be covered by fog.
My bare forehead is a piece of Yuan Ye in early spring, and my wrinkles are the beginning of a great river. I'm not an alcoholic, I don't want to dream during the day; I am not an old woman, sighing for the New Year; I'm not a monkey, and I won't be fooled by gong knockers again; I'm not a turtle. I sleep longer and live longer.
I am an eagle-there is ambition in the clouds! I am a horse-with a saddle on my back! I am a bone-there is calcium in the bone! I am Khan-there is salt in sweat! Motherland! Since you put us into the echelon of youth because of too many disabilities, we have youth and middle age-shoulder to shoulder! 3. The sunshine in the morning is full of the tenderness of moonlight, the crystal ice on the eaves, and a little tears. Under its gentle touch, the sun slowly melts, quietly depicting the soft face of the wind. Where were you that snowy night? Taste Hawaiian fruit liqueur; Or dancing with the beach girl in the tide? At this time, this city, which is about to wake up in the sunshine, will begin to repeat countless scenes of yesterday. A new day has begun, and the ice ridge has finally melted in the sunshine of the spring rain ... 4. Singing is not only for love, but also for youth and life, even though we are still too young and have not experienced too many storms and ups and downs.
It's not just the rich and powerful who are worth pursuing. We can pursue our ideals and happiness. Although we are still too young, we have not accumulated too much experience and wealth.
Success is not the only reason to celebrate. We can celebrate setbacks and failures. Although we are still too young, we haven't enjoyed much success and joy.
Although we are young, the world will be burned by the enthusiasm released by youth, and youth will burn the generated light to guide the world forward! 5. Happy thoughts are happy, just like a ray of sunshine in the dark, which opens the key to the soul and releases full enthusiasm; Happiness is like a picture in a screen, exquisite and elegant, stretching the hazy artistic conception; Happiness is like a poem in an essay, beautiful and eternal. Let your thoughts fly. Happiness is like a sparkling lake, a red flower in Shan Ye, an oasis with rolling yellow sand, and a cloudy day with accumulated water ... Oh, are you happy? 6, eagle I am a young eagle, I have been unable to open my eyes; I am a young eagle, only trying to open my little yellow mouth; I am a young eagle, and I haven't grown full wings yet; I am a young eagle, and I can only flap my tender arms. However, I am an eagle with all the sounds I hear: I want to open my eyes, I want to spread my wings and fly, and I want to have a vast sky.
I am shouting loudly to set up my ambition; I am a descendant of the eagle, and I want to hit the sky directly! 7. Ideally, a group of delicate birds fly close to the water surface, take you to the oncoming river and unfold the scenery that already exists on both sides of the river, but they don't ripple on the water surface or sink to the bottom. They fly to the sun in the morning, and the sun is not the purpose and destination of flight. It takes you deep into the spring and fills your heart with the breath of the wilderness, but never lingers on any kind of flowers, as if turning a blind eye to beauty. It takes you into the night, but it won't keep you in the dark. Stay, he gives you a pair of eyes darker than the night, and you can see through the day behind the night. He leads you sideways to touch the scarred wound, but he doesn't let you see the shiny knife seam. He gave you a huge.
7. Modern Poetry about Memories 1
Time is a piece of sandpaper.
Polishing memory has no edges and corners.
But shiny.
When the song rings,
That deja vu story,
Take me back to the distant past
2
Winter snow, spring flowers, autumn wind and summer rain.
In our hands
After several seasons, I shared countless bits and pieces.
Play games with time
You and I are carefree
Because I have memories.
Expect bravely.
What a good motive
Go your separate ways after graduation.
Will not lose contact.
A crowded crowd in the sea
I know you too well.
There is no distance between us.
Distance may also be just air.
All the agreements
Do not need any tacit understanding of words.
We trust each other too much.
The other person is another self.
So we cherish our tacit understanding.
Let the memories take their time.
Roaring towards the past
Admitting friends always has special significance.
Even if we don't meet again
Smile and part.
Every breath.
It is a tacit cycle.
three
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
On pure and fertile land
It breeds our hope for tomorrow.
We are eager to be an eagle in the future.
Soar above the sky
four
Hang your name on your chest every day.
I can feel your great love.
You will always be my forest.
I am the seed of a smile.
My thoughts germinate in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your door is like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
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In the school, weeping willows spit new green, while outside the garden, peaches fly green.
Pink Li Chun, Li Zixiang.
The good weather blows peaches and plums, and the pen and ink dance in the spring and autumn.
The three-foot platform urges Mabel Miao, and on one side is the pure land of bonuses.
A loving mother is full of love, and the gardener's soul is full of spring.
Dan Xin's music is a musical instrument, and Zhu Mo's painting is a picture of rejuvenating the country.
Aspiring to cultivate talents will last for generations, moisten things silently and last forever.
Frost dyes the temples, and the new seedlings are painstakingly cultivated.
Emphasis is placed on educating people, respecting teachers, and rejuvenating the country.
The peaches and plums in the school set each other off, and the cypresses, pines and cypresses outside the park are high.
Earth-shattering painting rhyme, beautiful rivers and mountains praise poetry.
Concentrate on cultivating peaches and plums and spare no effort;
I enjoy working hard to educate the pillars.
My heart follows Lang Lang's vocal music, and I love Xinxin Li Tao's poems.
Chalk sends white hair to friends and points to welcome the new year.
I like collecting hearts and tying peaches and plums, so that I can study the Spring and Autumn Annals written by Zhu Mo.
8. Seeking for modern poetry about "fate" is modern, not the fate of ancient poetry.
-and ...
On February 4th, 2002/KLOC-0, netizens made a nice comment: Fate is the continuation of feelings at the end of previous lives. Destiny is an unchangeable oath before the reincarnation of this life. Fate is a happy agreement that you and I once said. Fate is a beautiful dream, and we can meet again. So we can make peace.
If there was a previous life,
I must be a wild fox.
Captured by you
Wearing beautiful fur.
You were also hit by my eyes.
The hole between the eyebrows
Filled with fiery vows
this life
Follow in the footsteps of vows
Look and wait
When you come to the castle in the clouds
Go home, but in the distance, I want to go and stay.
I pray for the fire of destruction
Arrive early
Still won't come again?
The snow sparkled with gold.
The moment I set foot on the holy land
Recall the past and the past
Can't return to perfection
Close your eyes at night.
Meet again in the morning.
There is separation every day.
Reunion day after day
Who can get together every time?
As the last feast of this life.
Who can find it?
happy
love
A rare fate
Some people in this world know each other too early to fall in love.
Some people in this world are too close to fall in love.
Some people in this world are too far away to meet each other.
So there are so many sad people in the world.
So there are so many frustrated people in the world.
Therefore, there are so many down and out people in the world.
Destiny is the most nihilistic romantic fairy tale in the world.
Fate is the most helpless and unforgettable thing in the world.
Fate is the most elusive vows of eternal love in the world.
Life is alive, you can't take anything away, you can only leave something behind.
Therefore, Liang Zhu left a beautiful blessing to become a butterfly.
Therefore, Meng Jiangnu left the eternal swan song of crying and breaking the Great Wall.
So, moths left the item with tears in their eyes.
There are not many clues to find, love is love.
Can't tell right from wrong
It's hard to judge right from wrong in the world.
Why look for the right or wrong of love that has long been untraceable?
9. A modern poem about memory: Shilixiang Creek longs for the waves flowing to the ocean but longs for returning to land. It waved goodbye so easily in front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers, but after 20 years of vicissitudes, our soul returned every night and became a garden full of fragrance when the breeze blew.
It snows in winter and spring flowers in autumn. Laughing at the summer rain, we shared countless dribs and drabs in several seasons and played games in our hands countless times. The reason why you and I are carefree is because we have memories and a good motivation to look forward to it bravely. After graduation, we will go our separate ways and stay with the crowd. You and I are so familiar in the sea that there is no distance between us. Maybe it's just the tacit understanding of all the agreements in the air. We trust each other too much. What cherishes each other more is another self, so let the memories growl at the past over time and admit that friends always have special significance. Even if we don't meet again, we should separate each breath with a smile as a circular tacit understanding.