The simplest modern poem written by myself 1
Do you know anything about the sea? Do you ever know that the sea likes your deep blue eyes and mysterious mind, your smiling whirlpool and carnival dance, your rolling waves and blue cloud curtains, which makes me intoxicated in your wonderful world and never want to wake up again?
Do you know that there are too many treasures in the deepest part of the sea? Many divers are frantically looking for them, but I really don't want to travel with them. I just want to feel all this foolishly, and my heart is satisfied.
The simplest modern poem I wrote myself II.
In spring, I write poems for you. In the sunshine of March, I sketch in the Peach Blossom Garden, use green willows as props, use loess as words for birds in the landscape, and use 10,000 mu of peach blossoms to render the background color. A cloud flies by, and the white neck of a wild duck quietly falls on my shoulder and left hand.
Road dust, right hand holding, bending clear water, eyes still kissing, uneven, wild goose singing, that's enough, the simplest modern poem. 3. The book of time, the book of years, is a thick book. The memories of childhood are engraved in my heart, and the most precious bits and pieces are treasured, but sometimes they will leave in luxury.
When moved, when this thick book is reopened, the yellowing time will jump into spring, magpies will gather on the branches, the day's work will be full of joy, and geese will pass overhead.
The simplest modern poem I wrote 3
Seven musts, farewell to the river, thin willows, smoke curtains, canoes and short boats to stay fascinated. I miss you like the river in spring, day and night. In late spring, the wind is tight at the door and flowers are buried in the branches. I am willing to pay for lovesickness until the end of spring. Seven wonders, the custom of the bright moon, the dream of mountains, the bright moon, the cold spring breeze and the dark tide in the starry night.
Affectionate is a dream by the curtain, not far from Wan Li and Qian Shan. Nan Gezi walked alone by the river, the rain stopped cold and foggy, and the wind sang quietly. Frost flies and dew dawns, the night light is soft, and the dark willow walks alone in the clear water. Looking at the distant mountains, I am ashamed to wear the moon. Rely on places where the past is sad and the roads are full of water, and send people to live.
The simplest modern poem written by oneself 4
Looking south and looking forward to spring? Mist is a short and floating cloud. The smoke in the wild is evil, and the light in the rain is weak. The rain of tears sprinkled ashes into the sky. Leaning against the railing, frowning. It often falls to the ground with dew, and sometimes it glows with the night water. Looking forward to the return of spring.