Modern poems about horses 1, old horses
Cang Kejia
You have to let the cart fill it up,
It didn't say a word anyway.
The pressure on the back got stuck in the meat,
It hangs its head heavily!
I don't know my life at the moment,
It will only swallow tears in its heart.
A whip shadow floated before my eyes,
It looked up at the front.
2. Wild horses
Zhao Xinghua
Previous years
I should be a wild horse with a black mane.
Come and go with the wind.
Without Xu's exquisite iron hoof.
But never afraid.
The impact of a sharp stone corner
It often fantasizes about itself
Standing on the top of the mountain and the full moon
And swooped down like crazy
I often think about myself.
Wearing black armor
Step on the drum and kill head-on
Contradictions are widespread.
What are you yelling at there?
Is it not strong enough?
Or did the wild horse have a dream that the lion dared not dream?
Maybe just not desperate enough.
There is no despair of the last battle.
3. horseshoe
Who rides a horse and flies by in winter?
Leave hoofprint
A barren gap between spring and autumn.
A harbinger of the old season
Accidentally discovered in
A peasant girl's lotus-node sleeves and wrists
4. "Old Horse"
Migrant workers flock to cities.
The streets are empty today.
LED runs tirelessly.
Wax roads give off dazzling light.
I can see a long-haired horse.
Stay in the stable without saying a word
I want to break free from the blue reins.
Running freely on the empty Yuan Ye.
Every struggle is exhausted and falls down.
As a horse
Some things are innate.
Wear an iron hoof halter saddle rope
A tiring life
In the sunshine and rain
In the sound of banana sweating.
Experience the soul
5. "Dark Horse Group"
Jianping Li
Waiting for a horse, dark horse
I am eager to meditate alone tonight.
I am silent.
Go deep
Mysterious darkness
Appreciate the glory of the ancient road
Dust is a string of generous elegies raised under the hero's mount
Catch the moon and dance. I am immersed in poetry.
Save your strength in the years.
Become a slave to time
Heima group
Run in the dark
The horse on the driftwood was reduced to ashes in the bonfire.
The lamp of the world
The burning grassland at the end of the century
Night horse
Royal horse
The heavy thunder penetrated King Konoha.
The arrival of the horse
Flying in the empty dusk
The night fog invaded all the seagulls who liked it.
a bow
Open the disillusioned life of the emperor
6. "White Horse"
Mourning of the moon
I look at you with sunset eyes.
Drunk, confused, sleepy
Lazy but not greasy
There is no lack of deep temptation.
You, I can't stay.
The most precious you.
thank you
Open the curtain of the night for me
Sunset doesn't belong to me.
Just as I am chasing tomorrow.
Wanxing Bay is the harbor that accompanies my dream.
only
Regret is regret after all.
But the heaviness is long gone.
I am not a prince.
But to be a real king.
I am not your white horse.
But I sincerely invite you.
As friends.
wait for
wait for
Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
7. "Blind Horse"
The magical aster
Blind horse
saturnalia
Singing and Dancing to Celebrate Good Time —— Put on a performance to celebrate peace and prosperity
How much injustice has been covered up.
I don't care anymore.
The so-called faith
Confused people
Wake up in silence
have no use for
Someone opened the door to redemption.
Keep warm.
A numb nerve
8. Horse
anyway/no matter what/ in any case
A body bound by reins,
Eager to run on the vast grassland.
I've been fighting for power all my life,
A kind of dignity.
Although it never lets the soul indulge,
Relax body and mind
This is the so-called free price.
All efforts are always suppressed,
Hang your heavy head helplessly,
Next to the whip,
You must work hard and complain-
Continue to travel.
Only this idea flashed through my eyes:
Forward, forward, forward again.
Endure the whip, or its fate.
9. Wild Horse on the Set
Half life is a dream.
Endless crowds.
The wild horse on the harness is here.
White shirt, black suit and high heels
Shang Tao
Shut up and stir.
Endless wild horses
Everyone who takes off their condoms
It's us
People I hate, people I hate.
A selfish poet
Carriage on the streets of London
Walk in
In the orange neon of the streets of Paris
Set out
Above the Eiffel Tower
Brandy wineshop
A red-faced horse
Wine red soft hair
The enchanting and crazy business after drinking.
They're crazy. Crazy.
I hate crazy people.
Wild horses don't eat grass.
tea
Scattered with grave bags
Mustang saliva and feces
Fenbao in Jiangnan area
There is tea.
Buried with a herd of wild horses
I made it myself.
Horse-faced teapot
Soak in silk and tattoos
People say that two people came to hell that year.
White porcelain in Jingdezhen
Ma blush porcelain
A wild horse with harness.
Sticking to gums and heels
Binding braid
Wine red braid
Stinky braid
Or horse face
No nose rings and earrings.
1 year
Horses wear kimonos like dogs.
He became the foal of the East.
Just show your ugly face.
A smelly white shirt.
Smelly black suit
Stinky high heels
show off shamelessly
Horses are not artificial.
It's a pony.
10, the old man and the horse
the Chen Dynasty
Yellow sand,
Blown by the wind,
Covered his face,
For the elderly,
Eyes can't see the distance,
In the desert,
There's nothing,
The blue sky,
At first glance, it was all white clouds.
Sha Ou abused pebbled sand dunes,
Travelers' footprints,
Left the most spectacular scenery in life.
The wind raged in the desolation.
Just like that damn expeller,
Chasing,
Yelling,
Scold enslaved ancestors.
The old man's eyes are not lonely,
Even if you leave your hometown in this golden desert.
The old man's eyes are beating,
The source of bad temper,
Let the old people no longer be hungry.
The old man didn't mean to stop,
Know what two landscapes look like.
A thin old horse,
With a scarred torso,
Trying to stop the sand and crush another partner,
The bones are already buried in the sand, boss,
The old man dressed them,
Block each other with your own body.
The old man is enjoying the best feelings.
The new moon left its mark on them,
Old people at the right time,
Have a good dream.