Beautiful modern poetry 1 "nostalgia"
I don't know
Do you still love you?
If you love
Why is there such separation?
I don't know
Do I no longer love you?
If you don't love
Why doesn't memory change with time?
pass
Think back to your smile
My heart is ups and downs
Hate everything
It is all over now.
It's just a revolving night
As beautiful as ever
Beautiful modern poem 2 "Walking"
night
Starlight is not gentle.
bow/lower/hang one's head
Walking in the wind
Black edge
Cover your eyes.
Solidified by grief
Let the tears flow or not
Be with people occasionally
past
No one will
Look back a little.
whether or not
Keep going like this.
You can reach the legendary place.
Clean up the injured ferry
Beautiful modern poem 3 "But I'd rather"
Why do I have to be recognized?
As long as the road is not wrong
Fame and fortune are always flowers.
It is also a shackle.
No matter how it ends.
It's hard to avoid boredom
In the process of flowing
There is an eternal happiness.
Although, I pray sometimes.
There is a moment that makes life wonderful.
However, I would rather
Let the mind be quiet and indifferent.
Beautiful modern poem 4 "Just give me a smile"
Don't give me too much affection.
What can I give you in return?
Emotional debt is the heaviest.
I can't repay it. How can I forget it?
Give me a smile.
Like a thin glass of wine, like a gentle wind.
This is the most touching declaration.
As if spring is warm and elegant.
Aesthetic Modern Poetry 5 "Eternal Heart"
Time is like water.
Where does it flow?
What kind of fashion is there?
How can we be demanding?
The world and change
Never change
Never shy to meet people.
Sincerity and kindness
The will of the people
No matter what kind of clothes you wear
It will be too ugly.
Aesthetic Modern Poetry 6 "Maybe"
Maybe, that day will never come.
The future is as gorgeous as the morning glow.
Maybe, that day will never come.
Success is as bright as a lamp.
Maybe, that's it.
Climb but not reach the top.
Maybe, that's it.
Running can't lift waves.
Maybe, what can we give you
Only one.
A vicissitudes of life heart
And his face is weathered.
Aesthetic Modern Poetry 7 "Far and Near"
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Aesthetic Modern Poetry 8 "Mistakes"
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
There is no sound, and the spring curtain in March has not been opened.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My hooves were a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by.
Beautiful modern poem 9 "A flowering tree"
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Beautiful modern poem 10 "Love Only Once"
If we never met.
Maybe the mood will never be heavy.
If you really miss it,
I'm afraid life will not be easy.
A look
Enough for the heart to cross the hurricane.
On barren land
Learn more about the scenery
long journey
This is enough to make a weak heart haggard.
Every time I look at Qiu Shui,
I wish I could cry.
How can death not be leisurely?
How can love be indifferent?
As long as you have been in love once.
It's a life without regrets.
Beautiful modern poem 1 1 "I don't expect anything in return"
I gave it to you.
I don't expect anything in return
If you pay
Just to get it one day.
Then, how small I will become.
If you are a lake.
I hope there are banks all around.
If you are a mountain.
I would like to be the grass that adorns your face.
People may not be able to make themselves great.
But you can.
self-important
Beautiful modern poem 12 "Why are flowers so blue"
Poetry/iron core
Valentine's day
Walk into the flower shop
That pile of dark blue roses
Makes me curious.
The waiter specially recommended it.
This is a fresh rose.
Latest variety
You can be unbeaten at home for three years
I watched it again and again.
How do you feel?
They all look like velvet.
artware
Sigh secretly
How can we be unbeaten?
Invincible flower
Why are you so melancholy?
Bloom in transparent packaging
No need to choose.
Beautiful Modern Poetry 13 Express
Poetry/Zhuang Sheng
A year has passed.
We have known each other for a year.
Today is Valentine's Day.
Valentine's day last year
I send you roses.
I don't want to send flowers this year.
I went to the bookstore and bought colored origami.
It took all afternoon.
Paper cranes are full.
Mcdonald's family bucket
Beautiful modern poems 14 fireflies
Lanterns in the street,
Off and on,
Like fireflies,
Fly at night.
On the street,
Lanterns hung all over the street,
Grassland,
Firefly world,
Ask your heart:
Like fireflies?
Fireflies,
You are the spirit of all things,
Will glow,
Makes you unique.
Green grass,
The night is dark,
But that firefly,
Light up the darkness!
Among many insects,
What's the attraction,
Blinking alone all night,
What is this for?
If I could choose fireflies,
I looked at the fireflies all over the sky,
Into romantic fireworks.
At least in a beautiful way,
Say goodbye to the green grass!
Tiny fireflies,
Your weak body,
Like the sun and the moon,
It can also shine.
You are worthy of the light that heaven and earth give you,
You cherish your faint light,
Illuminated the dark grass.
Fireflies belong to insects,
My favorite insect,
Because he is full of sunshine,
burst with vitality ...
Beautiful modern poetry 15 sleepless tonight
The moon is hidden in the clouds.
By flickering candlelight
Looking for the beautiful image of an innocent girl
The river in front of the hospital gurgled.
But you are crying.
Pulling my thoughts and groping my way forward
A crying little girl.
Always use my brother's hand as a handkerchief.
Wipe your nose.
Rainbow after the rain
More flowers are smiling.
Beautiful modern poetry 16 bleak autumn
It's like empathy.
The wind blew inadvertently, and I sighed.
I cried when it began to rain sadly.
Autumn had an agreement with my previous life.
Wild geese flying quietly in the sky
Easily soften the cold heart.
The nights get longer and longer.
Sleep is getting shorter and shorter
Under the gray sky
There is no trace of the missing person.
I opened my eyes wide in the lonely sunset.
Spend one cold night after another.
If there is no bright full moon
If there is no goodbye moment.
I won't be sad or cry.
I will wait for a winter to freeze and hide this fiery heart.
In the bleak autumn
Walking alone is also a kind of scenery.
Fallen leaves are flying behind me.
Gentle and lingering
Beautiful modern poetry 17 reverie in the mountains
Walking on the mountain road,
Singing songs of praise to God,
Appreciate the blue sky and white clouds, the flowers are red and the trees are green.
Sigh the magic created by the heavenly father,
Think back to following God step by step,
Love sprang up in my heart.
I have doubts,
Have weaknesses,
There are also some tough resistance.
The holy spirit inspired me with wisdom,
The mysterious curtain of life has been opened,
Doubt lingers.
When I approached the abyss, my father gave me a big hand to let me pass.
Seduce Jesus now to stand firm in his heart.
Fled from the land blessed by the heavenly father,
When I am in pain and displaced, the call of love often rings in my heart.
Finally returned to the father's arms and rested in peace.
There may be storms in the future,
Eagles don't cry in storms,
God bless me, I am stronger than an eagle,
There may not be a rainbow after the storm,
Jesus is the rising sun in my heart.
I eloped with a plum blossom.
Right at my fingertips, you flow over.
I am in front of you, playing the flute for you
Moonlight jumps for you at my fingertips.
Open my heart quietly, I am under the falling snow.
It's a road. You can pass me.
Light up your happiness in the distance, I won't get my hands on it.
I stood silently, repeating in my mind with my eyes.
Draw your face and moonlight with me.
Flowing in your distance
I am willing to marry you alone.
Besides happiness, I look at you quietly.
Rooted in the ground, the tears in my eyes are Mei Duo.
I slowly closed myself like a book, and I
Still talking to myself under the snow: dear
Please believe that I won't get my hands on your beauty
Your happiness is everywhere, and I
Quietly like moonlight, the flute is being transmitted at this time.
Reaching your distance, I am the poem without words, buried in the heart of a scholar.
Beautiful modern poetry 18 autumn
The season of breaking branches,
The wind blows the clouds in the sky,
Painted in Prince River.
Uncle's whip sounded,
Bordeaux horses pull golden corn,
Crush the clouds in the river.
My land of Kanto,
A gourd ladle of seeds in spring,
After eating in summer,
This Qiu Li gave me a car full of gold.
Beautiful modern poems 19 vines and trees
A tree stands upright, a vine.
Stretch your flexible body and be intimate.
Just like that, wrapped tightly
Every inch of skin is so tight.
You can hear each other's heartbeats.
Where the wind passes, the branches and leaves rub against each other.
Is that a private conversation between a tree and a vine?
The leaves are green, so are the rattan leaves.
The leaves are yellow, so are the rattan leaves.
You added a ring, so did I.
Crawl around you.
This is a kind of telepathy, just like
Just like a couple, they support each other.
Be close and listen to each other's voices.
When the wind was crazy, I was involved with you.
You cover me when it rains suddenly.
That's it, till death do us part.
Let life touch each other for a lifetime.
Beautiful modern poetry for 20 years
Years, with a three-dimensional attitude
With rain, with transparent wind, with the same time as running water.
Over the Chu-colored woodshed
Slide gently on the back of the sun.
Floating river
Ancient wooden boat
Carrying the original stone axe and xx, carrying the silk books and bamboo slips of Shang, Zhou and Yin Ruins.
Over a thousand cliffs
Pentium all the way, Wan Li stretches.
The desert is trembling and screaming.
During the sandstorm, wyndell dichinson's neighing steeds still vaguely reflected the unfulfilled dream of King Xiang of Chu.
Fade away and approach
Reflected on the strings of Tang and Song Dynasties
A sad eulogy
Dawn, again and again.
Never stop watching.
Let the fallen mountains lift up the desolation and magnificence of the red sun from the darkness again and again.
Descendants of Dapeng
Hold an immortal dream and fly to the distant sun.
No one can stop it.
The advance of the wind, the advance of the rain, and the life tied with cymbals.
Including hiding in the dark
Those sad emotions, and sad crying.