The back of modern poetry

Modern poetry behind 1 warm afternoon,

Wandering in the crowded streets,

As if I saw her back,

Passed by me quietly,

Without a stop.

The back is so familiar and unforgettable,

And now I can only pay attention quietly,

Watching her blend into the vast sea of people,

If broken beads are scattered all over the floor,

Have you ever remembered that the night is slightly cold,

Walking side by side with you in the evening street,

The street lamp stretched our backs,

The streets are still crowded,

But my heart still feels sad,

You've been away for so long,

But I still can't let you go.

A leaf fell quietly.

If lonely children are drowned in the crowd

Gradually, gradually, your figure blends into the crowd.

I have walked this road thousands of times.

Just to meet you on the road.

Modern Poetry in the Background 2 1

Good afternoon, Qiuyang.

A book nestled in my arms.

I snuggled up in grandma's arms.

Flip through ordinary notes

A daisy bookmark leaves my heart in late autumn.

Once that warm autumn afternoon

You blindfolded me quietly.

Say badly: silly girl, guess who I am

Your lips are as warm as the autumn sun.

2

If so, fallen leaves can also blossom.

Bloom on the branches like flowers

Accompanied by autumn wind

Decorate with a shy and sweet kiss

I would like to be a fallen leaf

Clip on the title page

Wait at ...

Every intersection you pass.

About you waking up

Every morning and evening.

three

Autumn wind, warm sun

Fallen leaves fall slowly in silence.

Beautiful arc, like your shallow smile.

Stroll gently

Platform, speechless, looking back.

once

A graceful arc on the corners of the mouth

at present

We measure it by endless lovesickness.

four

This season

You and I are destined to be a fallen leaf.

Osmanthus fragrans fills distant cities.

blossom and fall of flowers

Flowers are also thinking.

The warm back of autumn.

Did it disappear after beginning of winter?

Slowly disperse

Modern poetry is in the back 3 when the first cock crows across the silent countryside.

The east shows a little fish-belly white.

A red sun rises in Ran Ran.

A country that slept soundly all night/woke up from a deep sleep

Father is carrying a hoe/facing the morning sun

Set out for the field of hope

Chen Xizhong

Father came back/it was dawn.

Give me the light of hope

It is the rising sun.

Bring me infinite warmth.

When the last sunset shines on the old house/a Polaris appears in the west/dusk comes.

A crescent moon hangs high in the deep night sky.

It's already full of stars

Father is carrying a hoe.

Go to work before dawn and go home when the moon comes out-work before dawn until dark.

Back to the old house

At night

Father is back.

This is a bright star.

Tell me the way forward.

This is the bright moon.

Soothes the pain of my lovesickness

Father is back.

The process of struggle

Father is back.

selfless dedication

Father is back.

Concern for love

Father is back.

The direction I'm going

Father is back.

My motivation to move forward

Father is back.

I make unremitting efforts.

unforgettable

Father is back.

Will always grow with me