A tremor concentrated in an instant.
A dancer in a pose
Spell out the breath of a lifetime
Clouds in the sky, oceans on the ground.
Before storm warning.
There was a terrible silence.
The passion of all mankind meets and merges.
Waiting in a painful struggle
The dawn of * *
Modern short poems: the evening sky after rain,
Silence is like a shawl on the shoulders of a praying woman;
The blue color of leaves means flowing ocean.
The hot body bathes there.
We sheltered from the rain under the locust tree,
Sitting and watching the clouds after the rain,
Watch dusk arrival, watch the night March,
Look at the first star shining from the top of the forest.
What is sleep time,
With imaginary sadness?
Some things often fly away from the years,
What came quietly?
We are hand in hand, heart to heart,
The stream listened to us quietly;
When a frog jumps on the grass,
I seem to see the earth blinking.
Short Poems of Modern Poetry: Donation and loss are just the ordinary in the ordinary,
Like a blue sky without a rainbow,
There is something in that deep silence,
Cover the universe forever.
From the beginning of HarmonyOS system to our stormy century,
Hey, don't mention it! ) history can't turn over piles of sludge;
Want to learn from the primitive giant, install a plow and hoe,
Dig deep into the center of this civilization.
When all the fake ornaments fall off,
Will hear the truth and cry in the dark.
A gust of wind and rain, a brief moment,
Pour all your money into the sky.
Short poems of modern poetry: the department where I often stay
A passing wind.
I often get lost in
The occasional bell.
Cloudless blue sky in Wan Li.
This also disappointed me.
I sipped the same biyi.
From grass or pine trees
A ship ready to go
Feather wings to vibrate
Arrow, on the string of chaos
Buried with your flight.
Night of fire
There is a shadow of escape
In front of familiar things
A sudden strangeness
The universe and us
divide equally
A short poem of modern poetry: Pearl and pearl seeker are in a clam, and it has an expectation.
It knows that the highest happiness is
Give, not work hard.
Many sunny days and many moonlit nights.
There are storms that occasionally set off huge waves.
It has accepted all this.
In its growth, it has become its
All of them. In a tight clam shell
It listens to footsteps from all directions.
Some are anxious, some are hesitant.
Those stacked steps.
As it passed by, it clung to its own
The light won't shine at the right time.
However, it has an expectation.
It knows which direction the pearl picker is going.
With what sincerity and longing?
Walk towards it; Then it will be uncovered.
Hide yarn and live solemnly.
Expand into a whole new world.