The classic haze is blooming and becoming bright.
Shine a plum blossom in the cold wind and float on the water.
Elegant and elegant form, unique and proud.
The Messenger of the Plateau is full of purity and Zen.
Running along the ancient river.
The totem of life is in the waves.
Water, wading through spring, is a smile
Moisturize the beautiful aquatic plants and songbirds on both sides of the strait
Slightly clear sound drifted to the green patches.
The reeds in the water sing softly.
Cheerful voices chase the sun.
Touch the pulse of the earth along the river
Arouse the desire of a group of fish
The flame above the earth, through the white clouds.
Burning around us
Pure light flows in the fields, covering the whole spring.
A butterfly has a dream about flowers.
Fly over mountains, rivers and farmland
Wings and feathers are sprinkled on the earth, shining with bright luster.
The ups and downs on the field became the call of maternal love.
Brilliant sunshine is blooming on the earth.
Eternal flowers penetrate the sky.
All life grows in simplicity.
Nourish the soil and nourish the blood of all things
It is the glory flowing on the earth.
Looking up at the sky, a male is tall.
Conquer all the birds and starlight
Water Modern Poetry 2 Travelers in the Desert
Dry mouth, panic
The sun was burning on his head.
stumbling
Over sand dunes
He counted his bags countless times.
heaps of times
With a dry hot water bottle in his hand.
His heart is like a water bag.
Opposition quietly sprouted.
A growing desire
But no one.
No one knows that in
Somewhere south of the Yangtze River
The green wind blows gently.
The girl's beautiful face
There were tears in her eyes-
Like a clear spring.
An earthenware pot full of sweet springs.
Lean on her ankle.
Follow her eyes.
Look at the distance silently. ...
Water Modern Poetry 3 Maybe maybe.
It is not what it used to be.
Clean and clear
Water as delicate as pearls.
The same flash
Because of the depth of the soil
Unable to detach the selection.
We built a lake.
The crystal is missing.
Glorious overdraft is flexible
But silently for muddy water.
Look, look, look.
I don't want to go there again.
Simple dust
Because he is deeply integrated with water.
Can't distinguish between sight and sight.
We have been working for a beach.
Soil erosion.
Nourish the fat and save the ancient gas field
But quietly turned into mud.
This may be looking.
Not as crystal clear as before.
It's not as simple as before
This is for them.
Blended by time.
Make them harder.
No more energy.
muddy water
Walking on the horizon
Even if forced to fall
Neither you nor I will abandon each other.
Mud and water have merged into one.
Give it to me.
A glimmer of brilliance
But I have always believed in the blending of water and mud.
Water Modern Poetry 4 may be a beautiful legend of Jingwei filling the sea.
Will want to light a lamp in the endless suffering of children.
Perhaps it's a firm attachment to Gong Yu's yearning for mountains.
I will want to sing new songs in the mountainous areas where children are blocked.
You don't care about the dark twilight hanging on the horizon.
I don't care about the rugged thorns.
With young dreams and persistence
Say goodbye to the neon lights of the city.
You're gone!
Crush a mountain with your feet.
Fill the river with gravel.
Mottled adobe walls are children's eyes eager for knowledge.
Tears boiled and flooded the ancient world.
You are like Pangu's high arm.
Pierce the chaotic sky
Since then, there has been no winter snow in the children's world.
The spring of life begins to change color here.
Lang Lang's book Sound conveys a kind of freedom.
The candlelight in the middle of the night gives off endless waste heat.
How many stories have been blown by the wind and fallen without a trace?
How many lives are noisy and finally silent?
You stand in the wind and watch the sun set.
Time has shaped you into an eternal stone carving.
When the tide rises, dusk floats over the mountains.
Children's tears are your best harvest.
You are like an angel.
With the smell of children's tears
Carve the most touching legend in the world.
Water Modern Poetry 5 1
What was hit by the rain was a corner of the sky.
Eaves and grass roots.
The broken glass is in the window not far from me.
Mottled, speechless
Large-scale thick ink watercolor, rendering natural canvas.
Playing among the leaves, dripping nonsense.
With the ups and downs of love
Let go, drift
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How can we not give in to this force? Manipulate the decorative hands.
Point the acupuncture points in the season and destroy the makeup of flowers.
Dispel the down of the warblers and drop with the falling.
There is also a warm me.
Once the ashes peel off from the top of the green grass,
The heavy shackles of the world of mortals are like
A mountain pressed into my heart in an instant.
Get wet in the rain and bear the weight of life.
I have longed for it for a long time.
three
The hard rain made me weak.
Can't lift this rain curtain
Let the plum blossom rain kiss my body
Kiss the transparent cup in my arms.
The past is like rain, non-stop.
Focus on wealth and fall in love.
Go straight to my destination ―― Fill me up with wine.
When it overflows, it has an eternal name.
It's called "Forgotten Water"
Water Modern Poetry 6 Yes, we are all waiting for this day.
Heaven and earth
Wait, those skinny birds.
Lay a thin bridge
Waiting, those whispers about morning and evening.
besiege
The people in the story
Wading through autumn waters, reading is prosperous.
People in reality
Standing beside the Milky Way, Mu Feng cried.
A night of golden wind and dew
Gather less and leave more grievances.
Dissipate in the blue clouds
The world is close at hand, and there are thousands of kinds of love.
This is a confused bird.
Seen from a distance, this is a bridge.
Look carefully, it is a hierarchical thinking.
One voice, another voice.
The trend of poetry
Ups and downs
Tears will dry and birds will fly away.
The west wind will continue to blow
Only people who read poetry.
Be carried away by the tide
Water Modern Poetry 7 Yesterday's Tears
In today's calendar
Gradually turn yellow
Show the story of the years
yesterday
What keeps us warm in love?
In the painful tears of losing freedom
Divide heaven and earth
today
In this season
We are full of pride.
Let this season of deep appreciation
Let the training of time
Prove everything
We grow beauty.
This harvest season
Looking up at the autumn wind and clouds
Bow down to the color of the earth
The beginning of the story
in a flash
Turn slowly
once
Shyness of love
today
She can release as much as she wants.
Everything is broken.
Let her start over.
Water is full of modern poems, which I call dry water.
The stars are so thin that only a few things remain.
The pond pushed the scenery to the shore.
The lotus in the center is obviously thirsty.
I don't talk about other people's eyes, she puts forward her details.
Obviously, there are many plots, all of which are dead.
Even if a loving eye can fill a dusk.
Cicada can't sing like silk into the water and become a swimming fish.
A good woman is also worried about walking in the eyes of some people.
There is a risk of pregnancy. The dromedary camel muttered to herself.
For many years, footprints in the desert
Never climbed a cactus.
Windows don't mean like shutters, but I have lost my sensitivity.
A rain came in and out at will, leaving no trace.
So, the wind in the closet
Who's going to smother the skirt?
Even if it is windy at noon, when you take an extra breath,
I must see the face of the sky.
Even if a cup of tea is still wet.
Thirst, once a timid granddaughter behind Grandma Liu.
Water Modern Poetry 9 When Time and Time Again
Will be helpless and buried deep.
Tears of water are springs that never dry up in the mountains.
A gurgling sound
take a risk
Want to stop
I can't find the controllable valve.
When the wind blows away
Pull up the pain in my heart again
Tears dried up at that moment.
Soul, soul, soul
Towards the universe
Wander, wander
God, don't make the water tremble.
Push it all the time
Down, down, down.
Water falls sadly on the stone steps in front of the house.
Caught in a fleeting haze.
It hurts! The water is crying!
Tears fly and fly
Fly to the passionate spring
spring
I don't want to collect it carefully
Tears began to flow.
Go to earth?
To the sky?
To the vast ocean?
To lonely Shan Ye?
Oh, the water is crying
Standing in the sky
Tears of water fly freely.
But never fly out of Na Pianhai's heart.
The water cried.
When crying
Want to know what is bleak.
When crying
Know what pain is.
The water cried.
I didn't know until I cried.
No one can see the tears of water.
The water cried heartily.
Tear at will
then
Imprison yourself forever.
Water Modern Poetry 10 Sweat makes the Yellow Tide.
Sunrise and sunset every year.
The hope of spring buried in loess
It's time for the wheat waves to roll again.
I have gained more than I can eat.
Exchange towels in the market.
Use it to comfort your heart and skin.
Wipe away fatigue and sweat in spring and summer.
How can farmers sweat so much?
Flowing all year round
Melt unnecessary grease.
Water the yellow land under your feet with sweat.
The yellow land is fertile and the farmers are thin.
The whole body is full of powerful muscles.
Have a good body for company.
Fall in love with the yellow land every year
July is another harvest scene.
Let the pastoral decoration of hometown shine.
I feel heartache for my fellow peasants.
Save sweat. The harvester is waiting in the field.
A thousand years, ten thousand years.
Sweat is blue on the earth.
There are also ten small places in the corner.
Wake up the sleeping sickle and try the old style.
I can't hear Qilu singing behind the horse's ass.
Buried in the ground early, always recalling the past.
Those tools that used to be accompanied by sweat
Walk into the museum one by one.
Farmers no longer sweat.
It's time to enjoy the illness of the rich.
Patents applied by the rich.
It's time for farmers to share.
Too much sweat in the past
Water the yellow land under your feet.
A spring rain like this every year
At the same time, I watered my soul.
The big garden of society
Farmers have watered it for thousands of years.
History is like this.
Let's thank the sweat of spring.