You are not me, how can you know my pain?
What I can't go back to is once.
What keeps cutting is sadness.
The sunset is picturesque.
The setting sun is like blood.
Time, come and go in a hurry
A gentle breeze, a shallow fragrance of flowers.
love
It's Wan Li's loneliness.
Shining with tears of waiting
Investigate the possible distance
Secretly pray for God's mercy.
On the edge of the long night
Give me a ray of light
So you can look at me again
You go forward.
Until I can't see
But found
I lost you.
suddenly
The wind stopped, the clouds opened and the moon was bright.
Spring comes and goes.
The reason why flowers bloom and fall
You want to leave me.
Or have you forgotten me?
If you are heartless
Why should we get to know each other?
Only add sadness.
at present
Please give me an answer.
Don't make me wait aimlessly.
Modern Poetry-Waiting for 2 A friend said that someone had confessed to her recently.
Did I ask her how to accept each other?
She said no because she still couldn't forget him.
I hope to meet him again in the vast space one day.
She said she didn't know when it was just him.
It doesn't fit at all,
I asked her how long she would have to wait.
She said, I don't know, but now I really can't hold anyone in my heart.
Maybe just wait, wait a few years, maybe that's it.
I said, aren't you lonely? Don't you want some company?
She said she was used to living alone.
Occasionally, I will miss him quietly and think about that encounter.
It's really a bit dramatic, maybe it's so-called love at first sight.
Listening to a program the other day, a friend who had been separated for several years met in the vast network.
She hopes that she and he can meet in the vast space.
She felt silly herself, but there was nothing she could do.
Because love can't be reconciled, not because of emotion,
And I won't be with each other because I'm lonely
If it takes 500 years of practice to let this life pass by.
Then she is willing to wait all her life to meet him again in this life.
I said, why don't you ask your friends?
Maybe he has a girlfriend, maybe he is married.
She said she didn't know, and then she was silent.
In fact, I know that she is impossible.
She is regarded as a quiet and delicate girl.
I'd rather wait like this without an ending
I know she tried to find him.
But it turned out that she knew nothing about him.
What's his last name, name, job and where does he live?
I looked at her and was silent.
because
Some people may turn around for life.
Modern poetry-waiting for the moment to send my son away.
Suddenly I feel that you are around.
My worries
Because of your heavy fist.
The same train
The same station
Full of the same deep love
On the night of April 2,
I often dream of your face.
My deep thought
Fermented by your desire.
The same Mid-Autumn Festival full moon
It's also a long night.
The same dream turned into a dim light.
You are not strong, let alone stalwart.
But also fearless, no regrets.
Swallow the bitterness of life
Overcome the obstacles of fate
Take one's own responsibility
I always think of it when I am unhappy.
How can your sick body survive the mourning day?
Grandpa's ashtray is full of your difficulties.
It's hard to refresh grandma's smiling face ...
Always be grateful on holidays.
How can your thin shoulders stir up the mountain of parenting?
Brothers and sisters deserve your kindness.
Kindness is our eternal property.
Now, you are drifting away.
Live in a clear and quiet harbor
I copied your footsteps and approached your long-cherished wish.
Adjust my sail and sail for your other shore.
Looking forward to being like you.
No regrets!
Modern Poetry-Wait 4 Don't wait to be elegant before smiling;
Don't wait to be loved, to give;
Don't wait until you are lonely to remember your friends.
Don't wait for a good position to work hard;
Don't wait until you don't remember others' advice;
Don't wait until you are sick to realize the fragility of life;
Don't wait until it's time to break up to regret not cherishing your feelings;
Don't wait for others to admire you before you believe in yourself;
Don't wait for someone to point out your mistake;
Don't wait until you have money to help others;
Don't wait until you die to find that you don't really love life.
Modern Poetry-Waiting for 5 I suddenly looked up for it.
There's nothing.
No stars, no moon,
Even a faint street lamp,
I can't see that little light either.
I looked around,
Looking forward to the miracle light hidden in the small corner.
But, but nothing,
There is only darkness before my eyes.
I reached out and shook my hand,
Darkness makes me wonder where my hands are.
I can't see,
I can't see the fingers.
It's just that there is invisible darkness everywhere.
I shouted:
I started screaming.
My abrupt voice broke through the darkness,
However, it just shows a more lonely night.
I run,
I rushed forward regardless of everything.
Because I'm afraid,
I'm afraid of the darkness where I'm the only one.
I told myself to be strong,
But,
But tears broke the disguise.
Tears blurred my vision,
Let me lose my way in the dark,
I fell and hurt my strength.
I told myself not to cry,
however
Only then did I realize that I was so fragile.
I growled,
I don't understand. I don't understand.
The world is so big and there are so many people.
Why,
Why am I the only one in the dark?
I am in pain,
Even desperate to leave quietly!
Well, I guess,
I think it will make you feel better.
In this way, there will be no darkness,
There will be no fear and vulnerability.
I'm not dead.
I didn't have the courage to leave,
I don't want to be separated from the people I love and the people who love me.
I can only continue to be uncomfortable and fragile.
When I was thirsty, my tears dried up.
The voice is pitifully hoarse.
Suddenly I found out,
I don't need to die, I don't need to,
I just need to wait.
I need to wait,
I need to get through the long night,
Welcome the sunny dawn.
I need to wait,
I need to accept and enjoy,
The fear that darkness brings to me.
I need to overcome my fears,
Bravely tolerate the darkness.
I don't need to die,
I just need to wait!
Modern Poetry-Waiting for 6 Want to Pick a Bluegrass
Put it in the corner of the table.
Fragrant fragrance
Follow my dreams.
Want to plant a buttonwood tree
In the heart garden
Like butterfly leaves.
Keep giving me the strength to move forward.
but
It's winter.
Fallen leaves are floating everywhere.
Only cold, frost and snow exert their charm.
I don't know
Such continuous days and expectations
Will it synthesize a complete dream?
Let me smell the scent of bluegrass when I am tired.
Indus appears in the sun.
although
Such a scene
Appear in a dream
I don't know
A snowy winter
Greedy dreams in my window
and
An idea that has been brewing for a long time.
Yes or no
After all, no game can only be deduction.
And my beloved bluegrass
But the plane tree I'm looking forward to
Will it become a plot?
Often put the expected scene
Silhouette into pieces of missing.
although
In his own novels,
When you monopolize the afternoon sunshine.
Release as scheduled
perhaps
No one will know.
When everything
When it turns into rumors and phantoms
Only wait and never return.
Will bear the heavy price of loss.
Once and now
And the future.
I know everyone wants to be a happy person.
Eat delicious food, watch movies and travel everywhere.
Work is very relaxed, walking hand in hand in the sunset.
Don't worry about the house and health.
As long as you look at the smiling face, you can feel the breath of happiness.
You can feel happy just by listening to laughter.
At this time, we can see everyone.
Are kind and harmonious.
At this time, every river, every mountain, including every tree.
Is the source of happiness.
At this time, every cloud, every bird, including every flower.
Are wonderful notes.
There are countless rainbows in the sky.
There are countless magpies falling on it.
Singing the same happy song
There are thousands of kinds of fruits on the earth.
There are thousands of insects dancing.
The joy of celebrating the same harvest
Now, we, migrant workers,
Waiting to have a good mood every day.
Every day after dusk, after work.
Get a happy kiss from afar
Then wash clothes happily.
Sleep soundly in sweetness
Modern Poetry-Waiting for 8 when water brings the message of spring.
When the breeze blows the green color of spring
I've been saying
Looking for the memory of walking with you that spring.
The yard at dusk is as quiet as ever.
Who thinned the spring breeze?
A little across my heart.
So soft, so delicate
Outside the window, it is the color of a painting.
I folded up an old story and hid it in plain paper.
Suddenly a flower opened in the corner of the lip.
Your breath is still dying in this flower.
The sunset smeared poetry on the window.
I live in a poem.
I don't know the falling petals
Whose past life was a memory?
Beautiful paintings when flowers bloom.
When the flowers fall, they are full of poetry.
If you come, whether the flowers bloom or fall.
Is the most beautiful encounter in the world.
Don't ask how deep you are
Just hold a poetic heart in your hand.
Waiting time, eyebrows and heart
Half loneliness, half happiness.
My Jiangnan, your hometown
I'm still the woman who attacked plainclothes.
I always thought waiting for a long-lost reunion
There is only one poem apart.
This spring, I am still here.
Write a poem for you with a smile.
In a fragrant small print, there is you.
Looking for the trace of that flower.
Modern Poetry-Waiting 9 Busy with the odds and ends of life.
Or linger in the scene after scene of the text?
Of course, during this time.
Neglect, family greetings
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Turn around suddenly
There is a pain that permeates the atrium.
I let those kind eyes
How much care and sadness?
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The faint moonlight enveloped the earth.
The wind blew into the soft part of the atrium.
Tears of missing
Slip on silent paper
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There are flowers everywhere.
I can't resist the concern of my family.
I wonder how my mother is recently?
I wonder how many white hairs my mother has on her head.
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The cool moonlight refreshes the skin.
Thoughts pour out at night.
There are many mountains and shadows, and there are boundless clouds and water.
I seem to see my mother standing at the intersection overlooking the distance.
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Mom! children
Just pay attention to the flowers and plants here
But I forgot, it's over there
Mother waited through autumn water.
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We agreed not to let you feel the end and silence.
Don't let you wait for my news in endless days.
Don't let your vicissitudes of life feel bleak.
Son, no, no.
Modern Poetry-Waiting 10 My hand is still waving.
Looking for your trace
You will also touch happiness.
Confiscate all happiness
At the same time, my steps are too heavy.
Crawl along the endless road
I wonder how long it will take.
If the deadline is too long
In the spring and autumn period
Could it be me again?
Suddenly afraid
There are always several galaxies in the distance.
I can't say what I like.
Be bought away by loneliness
Who will meet me again?
Words will not change in this life.
You can't take this street.
Just chatting alone.