Bitter happiness grows slowly in my heart.
Will you know anything in the next second?
Dreaming of an old lady stumbling on the side of the road.
Can laugh at every word that is still being debated at this time.
I don't know that there is a long wait at the intersection where yellow and yellow are not connected.
Hesitate whether to throw away the plastic bag in your hand.
At the moment, when the wind blows, only the white bag floats away.
Step forward and catch him.
Only to find myself too short.
Dreams gather and disperse like dandelions.
Is the song Gone with the Wind an auditory hallucination?
He is singing, and so is she.
Did you hear that?
I heard it, but I was speechless.
what are you trying to say？
Trapped in the swamp like a doll
No struggle, no pain, nothing.
Wait for gravity to gradually fall.
Drown her and drown me.
Modern poems written by myself. Please help me write. Bodhisattva statue
I don't want to stay in this yellow land.
I've worked all my life,
I will worship you every day.
Piety is the only consensus between us,
A big fire came,
My loyal yellow land is still there,
I'll never find you again.
Quiet and peaceful
Buddha
Hold down the Monkey King,
Buddha said:
Peace in the world, peace in the world.
Buddha
Released the Monkey King,
Buddha said:
A person is peaceful.
become a Buddha
The disciple asked the master:
How to become a Buddha?
The master said:
Indifferent to worldly temptations
Someone said, "I became a Buddha!" " "
People ask for tips.
He said, "All hope is lost."
sea of clouds
Climb Huangshan Mountain
I saw the vast sea of clouds.
Praise way:
Look, a fairyland on earth.
The cloud said to me:
Gloomy clouds.
I don't understand:
How sacred is it? !
Cloud yue:
I covered up my life's hard work and worries.
History of the sky
History knocks gently on the door.
Dream of the soul
Yellow sky
Like an ancient picture scroll.
The west wind rolled up
The dust of war
Sandstorm passes through this place.
leave traces
A painful scar
Turn over history
I don't know
It smells like ink.
Still bloody
Dream of youth
youth
You in my heart forever,
Like a dream.
Vague but colorful.
Ideals bloom in your heart like flowers.
Glittering tears are the nectar that moistens her,
The indomitable fighting spirit is the soil to cultivate her.
youth
If there ever comes a day when
You can fly,
Where will you fly?
A drop of dew
Liming sunshine
It was punctured in an instant.
Night.
The sun climbed the hill eagerly.
Looking for you
You have a brilliant smile.
in fact
The sun doesn't know
You have faced the darkness.
Laughing all night … ..
late night
Night, has been very quiet.
Speak your words quietly.
Opened my heart.
Jesus Christ.
What are you going to tell me?
A branch of life
Bloom gorgeous flowers. ...
gate
The feeling of Luke chapter 13 verses 22 to 27.
A bright and smooth road
Leading to darkness,
A path full of thorns
Reach out to the light
There is a narrow door in front.
Only just people.
You can come in now!
Modern landscape poems (preferably written by yourself)
When spring comes with her unique new green and sea, it is really charming;
When spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life.
New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality.
Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring.
Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery to show the magic of life.
You see, every life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory. Whether it is famous or not, whether it was born in a rich home or grew up in a barren sand, everything that germinated in spring has written an ode to life with all its enthusiasm and unique way.
This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
The best type of modern poetry written by myself is to write a chapter about scenery or starry night 2.
Quietly flashing,
Music that evokes memories.
As cool as the soft light of water,
Full of fragrance.
Bright edge,
Like an ethereal echo.
At the moment of pause,
Moment and eternity weave skynet with each other.
That's Tianhe,
The stream is endless.
That's a constellation,
Persistent fantasies.
That's a lone star,
The expectation of being together.
Is the beauty of gloom and seclusion,
Like soft and warm warmth,
Like a looming warmth,
A paradise of hopes and dreams. ....
Middle school modern poetry (written by yourself) should have a clear theme and words, preferably three paragraphs, which are urgently needed! treasure
Tired of wings, on the way against the wind and current
The sky is crying, silently cherishing its power.
Time changes. Write down the indelible vicissitudes.
Life hurts, cherish the past silently.
When the light went out, the moonlight suddenly became brighter.
The heart is surging, and the dream is shining silver.
Open the window, only to find the morning light rippling.
The bugle sounded, and the footsteps knew it was a long way.
Give me a pair of bird wings.
Go against the wind and fly against the current.
All the vicissitudes of the past are packed in bags.
This is a poem written by years to life.
I cherish both happiness and sadness.
I cherish success and failure.
I sing to the world with my heartbeat and breath.
This kind of love that begins and ends is worth cherishing.
How to write poetry? It is better to write three modern poems yourself.
Blue bell flower's mood
> reading the clear sky in the morning is as cool as water.
& gt in the shallow water by the river.
& gt has a yellow day.
& gt a ship sailing against the wind
& gt the beauty of water in the bay
& gt In September, the blue bell quietly bloomed.
& gt sitting on the stone steps of the green grass.
& gt the cloud of hesitation
& gt I still can't recognize the colors of autumn.
& gt under the silent bamboo fence
& gt Summer corner abandoned by shrubs
& gt is like the echo of the past.
& gt a path covered by a drizzle from the west wind.
& gt condensed into a long alley ...............
Cold mountain emotion
& gt I came to Akiyama that night.
& gt quiet and mature tone
& gt the green forest in the distance
& gt There is also a light blue Yunfeng.
& gt The sun is slightly cold.
& gt as quiet as a chrysanthemum
& gt The wind is not good at making ripples.
& gt Water is your flower.
& gt petals in the dark are bright.
& gt as bleak as a purple butterfly.
& gt I came from the ferry.
& gt the half-baked mood on the ridge of the field
& gt put a thin layer of Ye Qiu cream.
& gt cool into a flying fragrance. ...
The mood of spring
& gt Spring is coming.
& gt you still forget me.
& gt Because the stone road in the town is empty.
& gt the dust of feelings will never take root.
& gt Youth becomes gorgeous.
& gt planetesimals no longer twinkle in your eyes.
& gt The rainbow is no longer hidden in my pocket.
& gt the bustling sound flooded the vegetation in my hometown.
& gt The moisture in the room stores memories one by one.
& gt Breathe gently at the window and draw a path to your heart.
& gt Leave the dock and tie the knot.
& gt The ferry is full of twists and turns.
& gt Moss finally climbed the rocks on the slope.
& gt Look at the transparency of old characters. ...
A composition written by a writer with a sense of life is like eating a meal.
Mark went to ask a wise man some questions about life.
The wise man told Mark, "Life is actually very simple, just like eating. When you understand the problem of eating, you will understand all the problems. "
Mark never turned the corner: "Life is as simple as eating?"
The wise man said unhurriedly, "It's as simple as that. It's just that everyone knows how to eat with his mouth, but it's hard to eat with his heart. Even a famous teacher may not learn. " .
"Wise men eat for themselves, fools eat for others; Wise men regard eating as eating, while fools regard eating as acting. Smart people like AA system when eating out, but fools like to ask friends to pay the bill. Smart people don't order too much or too little. He knows enough is enough, and how much he can order, so that he can estimate his stomach. Fools are greedy for perfection and try their best to order food. When the food was served, they were busy helping others, but they put it down after moving a few chopsticks.
Modern poems written by myself add winter equinox.
A fish-belly white rose in the east,
The cold wind is wandering,
Whispering like skates,
Frost covered the car,
Winter morning, so cold, so cold.
"pa!" Blow a fan to break the silence in the morning,
A group of grandparents,
Full of energy,
Fans, swords and fists,
Huh? Where is the cold winter morning?
If I had a magic wand
If I had a magic wand,
I'm going to wave to the sky,
Make the sky picturesque.
If I had a magic wand,
I want to wave to the earth,
Let the earth spread all over the forest.
If I had a magic wand,
I want to wave at the factory,
Let the factory not emit waste gas.
If I had a magic wand,
I'm going to wave in the air,
Keep the air clean as before.
If I had a magic wand,
What is happiness?
Someone asked,
What is happiness?
The child said:
Happiness is a sweet fruit,
I am so happy in my mouth.
Someone asked,
What is happiness?
The student said,
Happiness is rich knowledge,
Read it with relish.
Someone asked,
What is happiness?
My master said,
Happiness is a cup of tea,
When you are tired, it tastes warm.
Someone asked,
What is happiness?
The old man said:
Happiness is caring for children,
Let's go home often and have a look together.
What is happiness?
There are many answers,
Let happiness fill our beautiful Ningbo!
Autumn night sky
Look! That autumn night sky!
The beautiful sky is no longer,
The twinkling stars are no longer
Interesting constellations are no longer,
That's all!
But still full of mystery, happy!
Listen! That autumn night sky!
The charming voice is no longer,
Noisy cicadas stop singing,
The car doesn't bother anymore,
That's all!
But there is still autumn wind, cool!
Smell it! That autumn night sky!
The sweetness is no longer,
The fragrance of flowers disappeared,
Cuicao has no meaning, nothing!
But it still smells, smells!
It was an interesting autumn night sky.
Dream of flying, flying
Everyone,
Everyone has a dream.
This is a shining dream,
It is a dream that inspires people to move forward bravely.
everybody
Is a unique creature.
We live for our dreams,
We exist for hope.
The tree dreams of reaching out to the blue sky,
Grass dreams all over the earth,
Rabbit dreams of a peaceful home.
Swallows dream of pure air.
Everything in the world.
Everyone has their own dreams.
We all fight for our dreams!
We all fight for our dreams!
Fly with dreams,
The world is in my hands,
Fly with dreams,
The world will cheer for you and me!
Just believe,
We let go of our dreams!
Our family
Dad is the sun,
Mom is the moon,
I am a star.
Blink innocently.
Dad is the blue sky,
Mom is Baiyun,
I am a bird.
Fly in the space of love.
Dad is the Yangtze River,
Mom is a river,
I am a narrow stream,
I strive for my goal, but there is always a distance.
Dad is a tree root,
Mom is a branch,
I am a seed,
With the hope of mom and dad,
Welcome a better tomorrow!
Qiuyeer
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind, autumn leaves gone with the wind,
If I want to chase you, I can't chase you, and I can't chase you.
The leaves in autumn are red and yellow. Autumn leaves are really beautiful.
I want to ask you, where have you drifted?
Leave her mother to travel around the world in autumn.
fog
Fog is really a naughty doll.
Running and playing in my hair.
Run into my clothes to keep warm.
Ran to my little face and kissed it.
Run to hide and seek in my eyes.
Father Sun came out.
He hurriedly fled back to the cloud mother's arms.
Delicious classroom
Huh? The classroom has changed,
It's getting bigger,
Become neater,
Update,
Tastes better.
Dark green blackboard,
Embroidered with beautiful lace,
It's like a tablecloth
Every day the teacher will arrange delicious food on it.
The golden desk is a piece of cheese;
A beautiful wardrobe is a cup of delicious orange juice;
The light is French fries;
The rotating electric fan is a delicious pumpkin pie.
The delicious classroom makes my mouth water.
I can change.
Little mouse fell in love with cleanliness.
Tigers also began to eat vegetarian food.
Pigs are cleaning their rooms, too.
Oh-
So everyone is changing.
Everyone has changed,
How can I not change?
Put down the mouse and start "detoxification"
Holding a pen for "warm therapy"
Conquer parents with grades,
Don't be afraid of "bitterness and tiredness".
Wave your hand,
Say to "carelessness": "baybay!"
I believe I can change!
Look, look, look at your own children's modern poems; How beautiful and brilliant; Let a hundred flowers blossom, one on your head.
I am eager for my original modern poetry. I wrote it myself. Please send me a private letter. Thank you, I have no sleep tonight.
Tonight is still quiet,
I stood alone by the beautiful lake,
Listen to the melody of sadness or happiness.
The spray in the light is flying all over the sky.
Ripples fall with the wind,
Passers-by on the shore hurried by,
Only I stopped to recall the beauty of your moment.
Ah! Ah!
You know I've been thinking about you,
Even if the night blinds your eyes,
I'm not afraid either,
Because only the heart that loves you is trembling.