First encounter with modern poetry 1
I clearly heard
The moment the whistle blew
Grandma’s heart is in my heart
Gently broken
I know
I will leave
From the day I came to the town
I clearly understood
One day
I would leave quietly
But I didn’t expect
To be so cruel way
to say goodbye
The train has not gone far
But the road scene passing by outside the window and the roaring sound
Moment Remind me
The town is getting further and further away
Memories about the town
Bit by bit
In my heart Started to boil
Slowly suffocated me
Grandma’s voice became more and more haggard
The old barber’s voice became more and more vicissitudes
< p> With Erwa and XiaoyuRight in front of me, go away
I don’t know how long I will be away
I don’t know either Come back
Which spring and autumn is it
The fireflies begin to shine in the summer night
The singing of the river
That mountain
< p> The moon sets and risesThe confusion of childhood
It starts again
The train is far away
There is no more sound
Awakening of insects
Falling asleep again Modern poetry for the first time 2
Tingzhou is covered with reed leaves,
A painted boat goes against the current.
The nursery is green,
The sunset is red and green.
The breeze blows into the bamboo,
The light rain wets my eyes.
The pure sound makes me think,
The beauty is gentle.
The beauty cannot be solved,
I will love you until I grow old.
My heart is still sad,
I only have twin sorrows left.
My son can return home,
I stay here alone.
I miss you but don’t see you,
I can’t be ashamed all day long. Modern poetry for the first time 3
Midsummer is approaching
Flowers are gradually fading
I think, I just want to write something
Write something randomly
Like the withered tree roots in the corner
Send a bud in the spring
I think, it just wants to send a bud
Just like me
It has nothing to do with lotus
There is no girl picking lotus
I think it is like this
< p>It has nothing to do with those yearsIt has nothing to do with the frivolous ideal
And the regretful love
It’s just that the night is too quiet
People But still awake
I think it’s just time to sleep
Fall into a deep sleep
Even dreams should be quiet
Go to sleep
I think, that’s it
I just need to sleep the first modern poetry 4
The rings of time,
Constantly changing the world.
You,
I,
are just pawns arranged by fate.
Our lives are destined to end badly.
My love for you can be judged by the heavens and expressed by the sun and the moon.
And everyone knows how you feel about me.
You and me.
If it is just like the first meeting,
We can continue the remaining faith into the future.
If it is just like the first time we met,
We can transform those sweet memories into eternity.
If only we had met each other for the first time,
We could have that luxurious happiness and fulfill our long-cherished wish.
If it were just like when we first met,
We could tolerate each other's suspicion and turn it into trust.
(If it is just like the first meeting,
The vows made in the past,
Will be involved in the signal of the future again,
Awakening in the vicissitudes of life At the end,
roared with resentment in his heart.
Those belonging to the past,
will gradually feel lonely and lonely under the roar of resentment.
See those dawns for the first time.
In the years of emptiness and loneliness,
I will gradually pursue the traces of past love). The first modern poetry 5
There is a long-lasting appointment,
It is not fate in this life,
In the dark,
Just like the destiny of the previous life,
Far and wide,
You are the girl next door,
You are the brother of Taoyuan,
You It was that year when a horse walked past my window,
Borrowing a piece of moonlight,
Leaving a few words of advice,
Resting in my dream The back of Sansheng,
So my iron horse is brave,
In the warmest summer of August,
In the most joyful moment when the orioles and cicadas chirp. ,
Under the neon night,
I stopped at a small station called Guilin,
Just for,
Between the most beautiful mountains and rivers in the world,
Embracing you.