We and society are also making constant progress.
Resentment against someone,
When you go with the flow,
Crossing the narrow river,
Into the boundless sea.
Deposited in the seabed swamp,
Be buried forever,
Until the last day of the world,
The gas needed to become a water polo.
In the days to come,
We still smile at each other,
We're still friends,
Still a classmate
If so, what do you want?
I should put down my traces.
Put up with her worthless face,
Although she hurt me,
Although in this dim galaxy,
We are best friends.
Even so,
But it's possible that in another world,
We depend on each other,
Caring for each other,
This is you,
At the same time, I don't know.
The world is so big,
Not easy to meet,
Since we can't tell who is who,
Then why are we
Who must strive to be?
In nature,
Have their own laws of development,
We can't change it,
Therefore,
Why don't we try to obey?
Forgotten Modern Poetry 2 1
While still sleeping.
I was locked in the cabin.
The window became the only exit.
However, what is annoying is that
outside the window
I cann't believe it's nailed with iron bars
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A layer of water vapor blurred the window.
I can't see the sky clearly outside.
I can only tell myself by guessing.
The sky outside is blue.
There are many birds under the blue sky.
There are many trees under the birds.
There is a clear river beside the tree.
There are many swimming fish in the river.
How free the birds are there.
How comfortable it is to swim fish.
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collide
break the glass
Let the wind outside.
Come in through the window
It's a little cold though.
However, I finally heard the voice outside.
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Don't think about going out.
Roll with the punches and move the bed to the window.
Look at the sky with several stars outside through the window.
Tonight, I am destined to be forgotten.
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The dream is coming.
I didn't catch it.
Let it slip away.
It seems that I want my dream to take me away.
Has become impossible.
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good night
Go back to sleep.
Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.
Someone will come.
Open the door gently.
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be lost in thought
I think I smell it.
The fragrance of lotus flowers wafted from the windowsill.
Forgotten modern poetry 3 forget me.
Never mind the past,
In the rings of life, only death can continue.
I hid in the most beautiful corner,
Wait for the breath to stop.
Or not the white rose in front of the tombstone after death,
But a wisp of violet fragrance.
Don't forget me,
Because the butterfly is still flying;
Don't forget me,
Because I'm still chasing my dreams.
If fantasy can get hope,
I am willing to give my soul;
Just for the brightest light.
Butterflies are flying,
He will not die yesterday, nor will he die tomorrow;
Even when there is only the last glimmer of hope in life;
I also want to take the most solid steps to expel-
Chasing the glory in the sunset.
Don't let the footsteps stop,
The dream is still ahead;
Even if the storm, lightning and thunder.
Don't let the footsteps stop,
I will get high again when I fall!
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Who are these flowers for?
There is sadness in the fragrance,
Who is the bright moon shining for?
I have tasted the loss in the wind.
For whom does the starry sky shine?
Thunder broke the silence;
Under the vast starry sky,
My dream is so far away.
Thousands of stars make me lonely,
At this moment, I know that human feelings are warm and cold.
Night, so quiet,
Empty, so beautiful,
The galaxy is worried.
In the vast stars and mountains,
Why am I the only one shining alone?
Everyone laughs, everything is sad, it is sad, I laugh at myself.
On a sad day,
There should be no hate, no injury;
On the road of life:
I won't back down or give up,
Because I have confidence, as long as I work hard,
Happy days will always come.
Believe it, as long as you work hard, you will succeed.
As long as you have confidence, you will win!
Miracles always appear;
Now I think I'm waiting,
I'm trying.
The forgotten modern poem April light scattered in front of my window, and your forgetting shattered my wounds all over the floor.
I don't know what life would be like without you.
I just think it must be lonely and melancholy.
I tried to restrain myself from recalling the past, but I couldn't escape the time to mention it again.
I tried my best to face this situation, but I still couldn't fool myself. Finally, I was seriously injured.
Your figure is deeply engraved in my mind. I can't help but feel sad and sad.
I did a very stupid thing after you left.
I was at the top of the mountain, and alcohol paralyzed my nerves.
Late at night, a sad song sounded in a strange forest.
The rain still hasn't stopped
Finally, love can't go back.
I bet my future on today, and I got a painful ending.
You have a good relationship with him, I know.
I don't know where to start. Everything you say is like a knife.
Deep down in my heart.
My loneliness, I dare not tell others.
Only after turning off the lights at night can I put down that mask of strong disguise and be myself.
Our love ran aground like a boat. Memory is like a sharp knife, which goes deep into my heart every night.
I am sad because you told me to forget the past.
Only in memory can I see you again.
After taking off the mask, I cried very sadly.
I can't help telling myself that everything will be fine tomorrow. I can do it as long as I firmly believe.
But now you tell me, what do I have left?
How long can I walk this road?
I don't care about your indifference.
I don't care about your indifference.
I don't care whether you are cold or hot.
But your forgetting makes me feel small, and I can only feel powerless. All these. Because I broke your heart, didn't I?
I have prayed to God countless times to make you live a good life every day.
But in exchange for your contempt and indifference.
You are in his heart, and he is in your heart, like a gorgeous fireworks rain.
But who knows how much my heart hurts?
It hurts so much that I can't stand up anymore.
I hate my own pain.
No one will care if I have been here, and no one will care about those days.
Nobody, nobody, nobody!
I stood at the top of the storm and roared angrily.
Cold, instantly immersed in my body.
I was lying on the bench.
Tremble all over
Hold yourself tightly with both hands.
Wearing clothes that have been soaked by rain.
A drop of rain fell on my face.
I opened my blurred eyes and looked at the bustling world below.
Everything is still so calm.
I instantly understood that even if I disappeared into this world, no one would care about having such a bit part.
Like, I'm just like you ... (Late at night, I was at the top of the mountain, drugging myself just to make myself forget you, but my will seemed weak. Finally, I picked up that sad madness again. )
Forgotten Modern Poetry 5 Please forget me tonight.
I looked at myself.
Indulge in Pandora's box
poker-faced
I believe this conclusion.
We used to be angels.
Unfortunately, the wings were sold to the devil.
So we got what we wanted.
Become human
There is no reason to regret after that.
Warmth is what we all need too much.
But distance will freeze everything.
Footsteps in late autumn
I shut out the warmth.
Don't ask me why.
Because behind every answer
Both contain a reality.
You are sleeping paper
I am an insomniac pen.
You are in a dream.
I am outside your dream.
Your tenderness is like a knife.
What kind of smile do you want me to return?
Shine like a fairy tale?
Or a mirage?
Bodhi has no trees, no mirrors and no stage.
There's nothing. Where did the dust come from?
Facing the silence of the night
I don't need to pretend to be myself.
Don't pretend to be happy and free and easy.
Worry is exposed to the night sky.
Night is my most loyal listener.
The moon is still hovering.
So tonight
Please forget me. ......
My night, my month
When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine!
Forgotten modern poetry 6 i. We were together that day.
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Expand the plot of time interpretation,
That forgotten time stirred ripples in my heart.
On that day, the distance you stared at,
There are herdsmen in the distance, dotted with white clouds.
A group of butterflies hold you and land in a corner of the flower.
My heart is churning and I dare not touch your thoughts.
The affectionate young people around you are calling you in their hearts.
Every note can pick up love for you;
Like a floating cloud, I want to slide into the ocean in your heart.
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A shy face, secretly looking at you.
A pair of plain hands, just like Ada who just came out of the water;
A pair of eyes, crystal clear with implicit gentleness.
Can't help it, whispering:
If you keep changing your shape,
Every movement, every smile, every street,
What is spilled is a soft affection and heartfelt feelings.
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Inadvertently, I saw the way you looked at each other.
That warmth flows in each other's eyes.
How can I hold back my inner trembling? I see,
Although they are not helpless, they can comfort and understand each other.
At night, unwilling to wave goodbye to us,
Your wandering back is blurred before our eyes.
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I don't know when I can see you again. Look at that.
Affectionate young man, affectionate eyes shining with tears.
Tears in my ears moved my eyes,
There is a beautiful mountain flower in front of you, offering you a wisp of fragrance.
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Second, don't be too sad after parting.
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That wonderful meeting was so short,
But touched the beautiful and spiritual clouds in the distance,
Knock on the door of thought again and again with light steps.
After leaving, I miss that affectionate young man.
Your green eyes instantly warmed his heart.
Will cry and cry in the long night.
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That day! Beautiful girl,
It was the sun god who wrote your kindness on your red face.
Don't blame that young man for his lack of passion,
Know that you have the same idea and pour out your true feelings.
There must be tears in your eyes when you turn around.
That hurried walk can't hide the helpless wind and frost.
After parting, I miss you very much.
Will live in the shadows like a woman.
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In fact, don't be too sad after parting-
In their own lives,
If you are speechless, you can care silently and attentively.
Beyond the horizon, there is a vision.
Even if you can't see it, you can't stop the warm current in your heart.
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Guess what?
The warmest thing in the world is to cherish,
Love is in the heart, and together is warmth;
Love is in the heart, and understanding is the most beautiful.
After the wind and rain, I will not give up the deep love left by my youth.
My heart is pounding and I can't catch my lost blush.
Only over and over again can I reproduce the smile in my heart.
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Third, we are not what we used to be.
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Night, deep silence.
In the light, my thoughts are still churning-
In order to survive, they run around;
Distance decomposes the wandering of the soles of the feet,
People who go their separate ways are a sea of people.
I can't smell you, I can't see your shadow,
Picking up those past encounters, I am satisfied with those warmth.
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On that day, you laughed and jumped;
That fragrant flower wants to sing with us.
Tears of happiness flow in my eyes, which reminds me.
At that time, our young faces were full of hope.
Tender and tender, turning over the teaser at night, hoping to revive the smile.
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Sigh, the world of mortals is bumpy.
Alas, time flies, and I can't leave anyone's footprints.
Leaving only one place to be yellow and sad alone.
On the road of life, that brief encounter is fate,
Bit by bit into the annual ring,
And it's all integrated into my article.
A gloomy heart is boiling,
I can't live without youth, but I can keep the fragrance of ink.
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Farthest peace of mind, recent pain-
Wild flowers all over the mountains,
I thought we would bring the happy scenes of the old days.
In the cycle of the four seasons, flowers bloom and fall again and again,
Waiting again and again, tears of disappointment.
But who knows? We are not who we used to be.
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Forgotten Modern Poetry 7 Life is always a quiet time for you.
Think too much.
There are always more and more memories of yesterday.
Tomorrow in life is always less and less.
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The reason why we are often hurt by one person.
Because we personally
Gave him the right to hurt himself.
Your heart has acquiesced in all his actions.
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No matter what hardships life has experienced.
But always care about the warm things in life.
A person can be described as withered.
But a person's memory will never die.
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The better the memories, the easier it is to make people cry.
Everyone's soul has joys and sorrows that words can't carry.
Always avoid places where memories are too deep.
Perhaps it is an instinctive self-protection.
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Because the music a person listens to is very sad.
I wrote these sad words in an essay.
Maybe that's the trace left by the memory after passing through the bottom of my heart.
There is a ray of warm fireworks that once belonged to me.
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If you are worried that the wind won't blow away
If there is a sad rain that can't be washed away
Then let the river of words take away the sadness in life.
After all, life is too light to bear too much sadness.
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If there ever comes a day when
Turn your head and look back at a once story.
Eyes no longer shed tears for the people in that story.
Whether two hearts have been separated by time interval.
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Afraid of those crashing attacks in the dead of night.
When the softest place in a person's heart
When I wasn't stung by a hard object.
Perhaps the quietest moment in my life.
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We should meet in the first few years.
The other side of the years is forgetting.
Our hearts.
Between this shore and the other, I have been depressed all my life.