Eager for modern poetry

Desire modern poetry 1 feast, bejeweled.

Red wine is among the flowers.

Give off dazzling diamonds.

Cinderella's crystal shoes

One contrast, one height.

Set off an unbalanced proportion

Fame and fortune, lost in the Analects of Confucius

BMW is taking off.

Planes in the sky

Look and sigh

Mingyuan franchised store

Be born in a good time

I saw it in your eyes.

A cloud of fireworks is getting redder and redder.

Your inner desire

Betrayed by your eyes

Your Dan

Expand the eager comparison.

Speak ill of others, gossip

Create discord in a harmonious voice.

Through these

I saw it.

A more disgusting you than maggots.

Eating the newly sprouted buds.

Desire modern poem 2 misses you and has the desire to light a bonfire.

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Miss you, in the lonely wind,

Waiting for the vast moonlight in Yaochi,

I don't know if you're like me,

The footsteps of winter are approaching,

Have the desire to light a basket of bonfires.

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Miss you, like the sunshine in winter,

Once turned indifference into kindness,

The cold fog explains the homesickness,

Like ice and snow melting, rippling in the spring,

No more ignorance and hesitation.

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Miss you, take courage,

Walking through the gallery of Tang poetry and Song poetry,

One by one, put on flowered skirts,

Rhythm beats the ruthlessness of thought,

I can't find clothes and makeup that suit me.

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So you became a chrysanthemum,

Alone on the frosted window lattice,

Tears of narcissism.

Longgua blooming like a sickle,

I want to bring back the beautiful scenery.

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The original drunken dream after promotion,

Nailed to the colorful snow,

There is a plum blossom,

Waiting in the high wall in winter,

Drunk red proudly reflects snow and spits incense.

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Sing a little song to ease the desolation of winter.

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Years frost on your face,

Write down the cold season in your dream,

Pour a glass of old wine,

To protect yourself from frostbite,

I miss you in the light of the stove.

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Years frost on your face,

Fold the chrysanthemum fragrance,

Colorful,

Cover up the vicissitudes of life through mud,

Bury the desolation of the cup of sorrow,

In the wind, the pride of a chrysanthemum is in the cavity.

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Years frost on your face,

Plug in the wings that carry dreams,

Sing a little song of good news,

To solve the desolation of winter.

Build a wall for the nest with a dry skill.

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If the winter is not desolate,

How can I understand,

There should be no hesitation in those bright lights,

Always hurt my mood,

Let the years turn into the past.

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Who played solo?

Turn desolation into bright starlight,

In the dry winter,

Bloom and ignite the fragrance of spring,

Let magpie turn plum blossom into a swan song.

Modern Poetry of Desire 3 Caged Birds

Looking at the high sky

Tiger and leopard in the iron fence

Miss the deep mountains and forests

Cows are ploughing the fields.

Desperately trying to get rid of the rope that binds it.

I know, they are.

There is still a wild light in his bones.

Although you don't need to make a living

Running here and there, drifting south and drifting north.

But, it's boring. A few days.

Every minute that tortures me.

I am like a bird eager to fly in this cage.

Like this tiger and leopard trapped by an iron fence

And an old cow with a reins on its nose.

I still have a wild light in my bones.

A thousand-year-old tree

Mottled and twisted skin

Telling the changes of time

After the fire and lightning strike

On the black body

Actually, you can.

Let the flowers bloom

Maybe this is the phoenix nirvana.

Maybe this is the release of the wild.

A flock of geese flying south.

Dance happily.

Howl loudly.

The sky, spilled

A few wild lines of poetry

In my eyes, it ignited.

The desire to fight against the sky

I open my arms.

Embrace the blue sky, the sea, the plateau and Pingchuan.

I want to be a wild horse.

Galloping on the vast grassland

I want to use the needles of bees and butterflies

Suck all the fragrance on the earth.

I want to drive Baiyun.

Chasing clothes in the wind

I was.

Like this weed.

Pumbaa is full of vitality and boundless green.