Wonderful modern poems at home and abroad 1: open.
The conversation began to return to the original topic.
First, turn on the lights and drinks.
Peanuts, chicken wings, sauce and eggs are all open.
Open your mouth after this.
The sound echoed in the room. Let me tell you something about the experience.
Feelings opened and the body became nervous.
I hold you in my arms with open arms.
I want to use it to open your heart.
It's suddenly dark, and your face is covered with fog.
Hypocrisy opens in time.
Your snickering secretly opened my ears behind the door.
Open me and sit alone in mosquito-repellent incense.
Carefully open the depression.
See if there is any air leakage.
The second wonderful work of Chinese and foreign modern poetry: Dark Moon
This time makes me silent and the group flies away.
This time it was a sparrow driven by the dark moon. It flew away.
I don't know when I will come back. I hope it will come back.
I hope that in the cold climate, my hope has never been absent
This dark month makes me speechless. It goes round and round.
This dark moon is the little beast that follows me. I do not see any at all.
You can only let the hand of feeling touch gently. It can be very docile sometimes.
More often, I stand outside the door and it sits inside the curtain.
Those tense old days tugged at my hair and heart.
I have never forgotten it, and I have never betrayed it.
Dark moon, dark moon, it gently rubbed my face.
Many dark moons at night, I have never seen them tonight.
The third wonderful work of Chinese and foreign modern poetry: waiting for the evil chapter
Open the chaotic heart. I have a trial.
This is not the first trial, and certainly not the last.
I just stretched out on this stage.
Like a leaf whose veins have just been drawn, who says not?
So many leaves are crowded and scrambling to occupy life.
But this is not my life, and it is not your life.
Life is silent on its back, giving you and me a back.
On the way to catch the bus, it makes people realize.
But now, I mean, an accident, an affair.
Some people hide their hearts, try to forget and try to understand.
Trying to break, trying to imprison, trying to betray, trying to convince.
There are so many vague faces in the corner of the mall.
Turn and disappear, you and me.
Will it be one, two or three exceptions? Now stop arguing.
Or return to painful and happy sex.
Now that it has happened, please get ready.
Give up what should be endured.
Make everything fuzzy, make everything bright and clear.
Let the mountains be high and the moon small, let the facts come out, let the vast plains let the rugged mountain roads.
Now stop arguing about life. Sometimes the lights are on and we often turn them off.
Wonderful modern poetry at home and abroad 4: the countryside
The primitive wind brings primitive night to the countryside,
The neem tree in the moonlight is like a guitarist who failed in the countryside.
The disrepair door infected me-
The old house where I once lived,
The mottled brick wall is troubled by years.
Tilt: an era, only left
Faded slogans.
Painful memories creaked on the old wooden chair,
Night cools the pain in the countryside.
But the silence of the country erased my sleep,
I fumbled for the bronze lock on the door.
The broken moonlight on the window,
Innocent bats cast black prophecy.
And I, like an exile in the country,
Dream, put the dream of the country
Take away, take away, take away.