Modern Poetry of Night 1 Poetry 1: Night
Fatigue with all the light.
Shake a star
Light up the heart of dreams
No more begging for scenery
Let silence live in tears
Tolerate the ugliness planted by light
Light a moon.
Mark the darkness of the world
Fill the storm of the past
Here's to loneliness under the lamp.
Collect light
He Shan is still very tired.
Wake up messenger
Please let the light circulate again.
be accompanied by
Fly away together.
Poetry 2: Singing the Night
The stars in the night sky outside the window don't twinkle
Listen to the loneliness of the Iraqi people
He Chenghuan missed each other.
Want to leave a wry smile.
This wish vanished with the spring breeze.
No, love and sadness broke the world.
The road to the end of the world is slow.
I only hate love.
Poetry 3: Night
outside the window
Crickets play divine comedy.
Arouse the loneliness of the night sky
But I don't know who it is for.
Who can understand?
Dark night sky
Without the embellishment of stars
There is no moon.
It's particularly deserted here.
who is it?
Since when?
Steal ornaments
But no one knows.
Tired grass
Surrounded by age-old ideas
Strong foundation
Waiting for the memory of the past
Yellow mottle
But I have broken my heart.
The dying dream was diluted.
In silence
calmly
Buried in the silent night sky
Poetry 4: Night Thoughts
I close the curtains.
Close the night outside the window.
Turn on the light, my world is in full bloom.
Illuminate a string of thoughts hanging on the wall
My hometown is too far away to go back.
I went back to my heart.
The world is empty.
Only the mind never gives up.
Left or right or backward
Right and wrong inside and outside.
The heart becomes suspended Tai Chi.
Only time is big and medium.
The process of measuring life
Without explaining their respective meanings.
It starts at each end.
Good is close to evil.
Love turns and hates shadows.
Indulgence or humility, silence or repentance
Only attitude is the original mother color, like light.
That night, my eyes lit up myself.
This night, the lights held me carefully.
Not swallowed up by darkness
Poetry 5: Night
Flowers bloom and fall,
Clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable.
On a hot summer night,
My heart is surging.
Thinking,
What kind of life path should I take?
Poetry 6: Nightdream
The stars are twinkling.
Smile in the gloom of the night
My thoughts are focused on looking out of the window.
Worry piled up into a residual letter.
Poetry was shattered into a dream in the dark.
Hanging in the night sky
The darkness of the sky wrapped me up.
Fluctuating emotions demarcate the night.
A faint scent woke up a dream outside the dust.
Tears are hidden behind the smile.
Cutting dust is endless sorrow.
Piece together a water lotus on the heart lake
Luo's skirt is swaying in the water.
Every point is my gentle talk.
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Poetry 7: Night
The evening dispersed and ushered in the night.
There is no sound, no wind, no rain.
Quiet, quiet
Sitting alone by the bed, looking out the window.
The moon hangs in the bright sky.
People watched in silence.
Quiet, quiet
Poetry 8: Night
Looking at the brightly lit streets,
None of the cars are running.
Midnight road,
Say goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the day.
Looking up at the sky,
The moon smiles alone.
On a starry night,
Empty and lonely.
The breezy night sky,
Release the ethereal.
The long night,
Feel the taste of ecstasy.
Belong to the heart of the night,
Burning quietly in the twilight.
Meet the night,
Share the beauty of the night.
Modern Poetry of Night 2 Modern Poetry of Two Years and One Night
In the dark, whose wind chimes are crisp, shook me countless days and nights.
Whose fingertips slip through my hair in the lonely cold and outline my hazy thoughts thousands of times.
Push a heavy window with my intoxicated wind, and my eyes follow.
Keep your appearance.
Under that dim old lamp, who is thinking about who?
Let the magic of missing grow like vines, climb up and stare at your eyebrows.
Clear the frost in front of the building on a cold night.
See through the illusion that you love me.
730 scattered dreams are 730 kinds of rich and fragrant.
But I still can't piece together a complete you as my bride.
Just because a true heart was lost when I first saw you.
The crying wound penetrated the softest lens.
So he nailed me to a gray cross.
So bury me peacefully.
From now on, I can't help laughing at you every night.
Modern Night Poetry 3 "Night on the Grassland"
In the season when gardenias are in bloom, I rode to Saibei.
Chase your camel bell jingle car and whip it.
Thousands of miles away, I heard the cow Cleisthenes you were driving.
The yellow sand blows with the wind, and the desert wolf plays the golden dragon.
The eagle soared high in the sky and waved its wings to help Javert.
The sound of my hooves alarmed the camels, accompanied by the merchants' high drinking.
Fangguan Pass, the wind dances the red flag.
The horse ran straight for more than ten miles and finally found the heroic spirit of Horqin.
Mongolian yurts are fragrant, colorful brocade is fluttering, and fences are painted horizontally.
Flocks of yaks, sheep, horses and fragrant white thistles are floating.
Between the blue sky and white clouds, there is a grassland that has nothing to want.
I rode away, as if afraid, slowed down and walked leisurely.
Sunset, sunset reluctant to red.
Smoke billowed on the grassland, with a faint smell of milk.
I dismounted to look for your beautiful image.
Push Chai Fei away from me, and you stand in front of me like a fairy.
Wearing a blue robe, my hair hangs down and my eyes sparkle.
Let go of the whip and fall to the ground. You smiled at me and we hugged each other tightly.
In the night sky of the grassland, the stars are particularly bright, and the bright moon hangs high in the western hills.
We lay on the grass, leaning against the warm embrace of yak, telling each other's thoughts.
The cow is asleep, and you are sleeping in my arms.
Poetry of Modern Nights: The Charm of Four Nights
The corridor at midnight is empty and cold.
The click of women's high heels reverberated all over the world.
There is a strange rhythm in the crisp voice.
The dim wall lamp reflects the portrait of a woman.
The face is solemn and pale, and the sharp eyes make people flustered.
The light flickered slightly and seemed to suddenly go out at any moment.
On the wall of the promenade, there is a row of closed windows.
White curtains half covered the thick night outside the window.
Vaguely through the cracks in the curtains, into the faint moonlight.
Dark and desolate.
It's like painting a woman's face, showing a cold feeling.
The clatter of high-heeled shoes continued, but no owner made any noise in the long corridor.
The sound is clear like beating a drum, beating over and over again.
In a corner of the corridor, there is a woman curled up.
He hung his head down and his long ink-splashing hair hung straight on the ground.
A woman's face is hidden in the shadow of her hair, and she can't see her expression.
But that trembling shoulder seems to indicate a woman's fear.
His arm clasped his leg tightly, as if it would bring her a little sense of security.
As the sound gets closer, women tremble more and more.
Slowly, the woman raised her head.
It's like suffering from some kind of great torture. Look ferocious.
Blue and white skin, much like the color of a corpse.
Pupils are constricted and eyes are congested.
It's like some old ghost pattern, taboo and evil.
Lips pursed, glowing blue.
It seems to suppress some emotions, despair and explosive madness.
Suddenly, there was a piercing scream in the distance.
The voice is so sad, just like the voice of an evil ghost in death.
The woman suddenly stood up, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Shortness of breath can't be concealed, and the heart beats violently.
Women are barefoot, and their slender ankles are extremely gray.
The skirt is also dirty and can't tell the original color.
Just stand up straight, like a stone.
Stiff, time stands still.
She stared at the depths of the corridor.
Darkness, as if condensed into a man-eating evil spirit.
Staring greedily at the long-awaited prey.
It's like being bound by thousands of chains, and you can't escape if you can't earn it.
Collapse, and helpless despair.
No one knows what the end of darkness is.
The only thing a woman can do is wait and accept, whether it is good or bad! .
Modern night poems are desolate for 5 nights.
The night is bleak, but beautiful.
At this time, I was sitting on the windowsill, and the night wind blew over me.
All the unhappiness and irritability were blown away.
Nothing to do, look around, others are dreaming and moving.
I can't sleep. I'm not sleepy at all
See it as nothing for no reason.
But it's more stressful than everyone around.
Go your own way, go your own water.
I know for myself.
I am the kind of person who will be vilified when I lie down.
Under the fluorescence of the mobile phone
See mosquitoes greedily suck their own blood.
When that sharp mouth pierced my skin
I feel numb.
At the bottom line of survival, I completed its life extension.
Often the truth is hidden in the humble reality around us.
Be careful to be completely quiet.
You will experience something, and you will gain a lot at that time.
The modern poetry of the night has been deep for 6 nights.
Go to Haizhu today and chat with friends.
What to talk about at dinner.
A friend talked about a colleague in the office.
A very capable and beautiful girl,
Good temper in every way,
The girl said that she had no boyfriend,
When I was a few years old, I worked hard and didn't think about love.
Now that I have provided a house, I don't have that passion. Look at fate.
On the subway, she whispered to me, look at the upper right corner opposite, handsome boy.
Oh, where, where, where.
She bit my ear and gently pulled me to look at the handsome guy.
Oh, hehehe. A man with a bow tie is chatting with his date.
Men's show type.
I watched my friend joke, and others looked at me and blushed.
Well, poor baby, I was so ignorant in junior high school that I didn't understand until the university heard that that person had a girlfriend.
That day, she looked at her friend and said nothing. She has an inexplicable pain.
After all these years, I care a little now.
I said, go and ask him for his phone number.
She didn't go in the end.
There was a vacancy for a handsome guy on the way, and I sat there.
Waving, my friend also sat over.
As a result, the handsome boy stood up and sat opposite his friend.
Next stop, next stop, the handsome boy got off. I still can't find the number.
I comforted him and said, look, as soon as you sit down, he sits opposite because he wants to see you. Sitting on the same side is not good for you.
At what age do things.
Then, then, then.
Never at the beginning, it should be, in fact, it is very vague.
It is wise to say afterwards that people who have no regrets only have few regrets.
I was listening to a song this evening. You must be very happy.
My friend asked me what I would do tomorrow, and I said I would wait for ta to ask me out.
When I type these words, I feel very funny.
You said you could do it. Of course, you didn't do it later.
Then you said you would come to me. Why do I think it will come true?
Regret and injustice, in general.
I want to find a song and spend a quiet night.
I know I've changed, become indifferent, and sometimes become indifferent. ...
I also want to say that Hiroko said, "My memory is only seven seconds", because I am a fish.
No matter how good the song is, it will become so bad if it is too late. ...
A brand of cigarettes has been used for a long time, but it depends on the taste. ...
Listening to the sound of playing outside the balcony, I know that this night is destined to be lonely again. ...
The words lingering in my ear have gone away for a long time. ......