Modern Poetry in Our Eyes

There are two kinds of eyes in this world.

The most touching.

One is pure and innocent eyes, clear to the end.

Gaze at it

We just know that there is a pure feeling in the world.

The twinkling of stars in the eyes instantly enters people's hearts.

unforgettable

The other is eyes as deep as ink, and the black vortex seems to suck people up.

Things are flashy, things are impermanent, and people are unpredictable.

There are always rough waves in my eyes. It's gone in a flash. Hurt that power.

The person who was sucked. Fall into it

I can't pull it out or solve it in my life.

I've been looking for it. Looking for eyes like that. He is not as pure as crystal. It can also be as deep as ink,

But he is tolerant of time and has an understanding of the world.

He smiled in the shallow morning light,

But I've never met one.

There is contempt and greed in those eyes. Smiling alienation and cold indifference,

I want too much, or the world can give too little.