The chirping of insects and birds
Every leaf and every peach blossom
Let them stay where they fall.
Don't let others pick it up.
When the porridge is cold, put it on the stove and simmer.
If my heart is cold, wait for me to come back.
I'll warm you up again, mom.
I will leave in a goose and arrive at a distant place.
Then we went our separate ways.
They follow the warmth.
I'm looking for the legendary cloud, mom.
You don't have to let the geese send messages.
They can't find me, they will only cheat you on postage.
Colored shells
I will always come back.
Maybe riding a white flying horse and wearing a crown full of jewels.
Maybe with scars and fatigue.
There is not a dime of gold in the pocket, and all the bulging is the tears of unicorns.
The boundless expanse is always accompanied by the sunset.
I put all my soul and transparent amber memories.
All this is hidden in the osprey's half-closed eyes.
mother
Don't tell anyone who asks you.
Eternity is just a moment sealed in an ice coffin.
When the sun rises, you go to see the sunrise.
One day the sun went down and you fell asleep.
I came back with my first cry and my truest smile.
Wake you up from a dream paved with alfalfa.
Hold me, mom.
Put all your precious kisses on my eyelashes.
Don't leave anyone behind.
A parting from modern poetry II
We are strangers.
You and I have nothing in common.
In an uneasy environment
Found friendly eyes.
So smile at each other.
at present
We know each other.
Three years is enough.
Farewell, time is up.
See the ideal future.
Bless you from afar.
then
We may forget.
But I miss the past.
Still exists in my mind
Witnessed the journey of growth
Memories of young parting
Farewell to Modern Poetry 3 You're gone.
When I was most hesitant
Like a fallen leaf, it cannot take root.
Let the wind blow.
After all, I can't see the bright sunshine.
After all, I can't smell the fragrance of the earth.
But I love you.
When you are young and frivolous
The tide of love drowned the bud of ideal.
Bear the heavy price of youth.
Warm me with your arms.
I will gently melt into your arms.
Whisper my love for you.
Finally leaving
Like seagulls wandering on the sea
Mourn for thousands of miles, no response
Take me away.
Give you all the beautiful youth.
I'm only 20 years old.
Go one more lap.
Qingqingliupan
By the long stream
Look at the water without waves.
You touch my tender face with warm hands like spring breeze.
Then let's go.
Send you goodbye with my whole 20-year-old youth.
Many years later
If you see withered flowers on the roadside, don't be silent.
Maybe it's the young me.
Farewell to modern poetry It's a summer evening,
It's been raining,
Raindrops beat hard bluestone,
You left silently,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
It used to be here,
We are holding an umbrella,
In the spring rain,
Let's watch Xinghua Jiangnan together.
Now, you walk alone,
Said he wanted to find his dreams by himself,
The graduation season when honeysuckle blooms,
You plain clothes purple skirt,
Leave gently.
Wild roses reflect the whole summer,
Under the balcony where you study,
I wandered again and again.
Summer rain is so lingering.
Girl, girl,
Under the gardenia in the rain,
I also hold an umbrella for you. ...
Farewell to Modern Poetry 5 That autumn, that city, that school.
Bright school gate, neat teaching building and beautiful campus.
We were young that year and the time was just right.
We happened to meet here that year.
This summer, this June, this parting.
It's going to be staged eventually.
Four years passed quickly.
Everything seems to be yesterday.
No amount of words can tell the story of four years of friendship.
No matter how beautiful the wine is, you can't drink enough brotherhood.
This path, this classroom, this cot.
How much does our laughter carry?
Write down how painful and sad we are.
Now, everything is just a piece of cake.
Drifting with us to the ends of the earth
After all, we have to leave.
At the separation station
With that whistle
Tear our hearts apart
When the train drifts,
See you later.
When is the later time?
Farewell to modern poetry 6 Farewell
The lunch break is quiet and beautiful.
Lounging on the sofa
Accompanied by the crisp and pleasant piano sound
Close your eyes slowly. ...
Whisper in your ear
Just like in the jungle.
There is a hut in the distance.
The yard is full of flowers.
This is my favorite little daisy.
Love you, remember.
This is rosemary in memory.
I'm going to put my childhood songs
With this rosemary
Weave into a beautiful wreath
Make you the cutest angel
I heard that you are the incarnation of Burtess.
She is the liveliest naughty boy in the forest.
By peeling off the petals one by one.
Meditate on love and not love in your heart.
I don't know when to start.
I began to like daisies.
That kind of faint parting and sadness
I like Miao Sai's poems.
I love nothing.
I only love what I know in my heart.
As long as I can see you, I will be satisfied.
Farewell to Modern Poetry 7 Summer
Magnificent turn
You're gone
Leave a beautiful world.
Sprinkle the fragrance of love all the way
Compose the solemnity of a season
The fruit on the tree is full of your affection.
Ripe vegetables overflow you in the field.
Glittering tears
Soybean sorghum in mountains and plains
The flat lines of your love.
The lofty green hills will remember you.
Remember that you are as gentle as water
The fog is boundless and dancing.
The running river will remember you.
I remember you spreading the freshness of summer.
Yiyi weeping willow
Music of the evening breeze
The grass on the roadside can't bear your departure.
Look at its slightly weak body.
And a faded face
There is also a pool of lotus flowers.
It's all because you left.
Increasingly haggard, dying, fragrant and dead.
however
You completed a reincarnation.
Must go quietly.
Life seems too short.
A few years have passed.
Watching your beautiful figure drift away.
We have many disappointments.
We will cherish it.
Cherish the fragrance of the love you left us.
The night I left Modern Poetry 8, I was as drunk as a fiddler.
Once again, it has narrowed the distance between heart and heart.
We format right and wrong in our hearts.
Leaving only sincere friendship with classmates.
After that, put away four years of laughter and tears.
alienate
From then on, I went out.
Each other's day and night, heaven and earth
Start facing it alone
Things are cold and warm, mixed with sorrow and joy.
Go ahead and work hard.
The same youth burns like fire.
The same dream is as gorgeous as summer.
Different walking trajectories
Someone has worked hard to raise peaches and plums.
Some put down the pointer and stepped into the puzzle of official career.
Some vertical and horizontal business and wealth games.
Some dream of blue sky and practice iron wings and silver wings.
Some take pens as knives and shoulder moral responsibilities.
Some literary minds carve dragons to write about human righteousness.
We try to keep an upward posture.
Face the cold wind and rain bravely
Limited or infinite living space?
We never stint on sweat.
We are like gyroscopes.
Chasing a calendar that keeps turning pages.
Gradually numb the pain and fatigue.
Being busy is an eternal proposition in life.
There is no time to stop in a hurry.
Yun Ni had no time to look up at the horizon.
There is no time to perceive the changes of seasons.
I have no time to really examine myself.
Only when I wake up in the middle of the night
I think of the campus where the book is lingering.
There are also poems swaying in the campus light and shadow.
I woke up to find.
Time is like water, ten years.
Just for a moment.
Ten years, flowers bloom and fall.
I am used to seeing the cycle of going to Qiu Lai in spring.
Ten years of tempering
In the face of success or failure, there are no more great joys and sorrows.
In ten years, youth gradually drifted away.
And the time when I was drunk and dreamt of death has always been in my dream.
Ten years, the long-awaited party
It's just a banquet that will be separated eventually.