In the fog, in the rain, a secret travel heart, a layer of hidden distant mountains, such as silver lines drawn from my heart, I think life is pink, and the green grass is hidden in the wrinkles of a diary. The arrival of a butterfly reminds me that my selfishness has passed, and it is greedily absorbed in my heart. The scars left by time are like turned dirt and earthworms. I played back the yellowed photos over and over again. Moldy memories, the footsteps of running water, the brilliant starry sky songs are fading away, the wind is tired, the earth wakes up, the red lanterns shake off the thoughts rooted in spring, and it is like a fireworks, which shines on the sleepless dam I have been waiting for, and autumn is the cover of life. Every ear of rice is full of winding and beautiful times, like dusk in my hometown and smoke from every household. 2. "Walking Life" Ginger walks in the gap between light and time, like a small tree. Originally, I wanted to write the walking track into a book, with gentle rhythm and ups and downs. It seems that I am doing things step by step, but I found that I was wrong, and I didn't arrange or rehearse. Life is a play without rehearsal. 3. "Life's Concern" wuyue's husband wants to listen to your gentle words from a distance and gently touch my heartstrings in a gentle way. In the days when I miss you, my happiness gradually disappears. Now I don't know how to trace the trace that makes me happy. I just do it one by one in the sweetness you gave me in the past. Happy dream, you have so many unspeakable fragrance and femininity. My life is looking for a hidden hope. Can you pursue it? This sacred road is like your smooth skin. I want to see your beautiful shadow for the first time. Covering your eyes, the rose buried deep in your heart inadvertently reveals how much you miss you. There is sweet love for you here. The dripping rain of the literary master Spring of Life soaked my clothes, but did not wet my fiery heart. Begonia flowers naturally travel along muddy roads. I listened to the call of the earth, and the spring and autumn changed greatly. I remember in the eyes of the past, I began to trudge or encounter setbacks. Everything is just to welcome the spring of life. 5. "Song of the River of Life" drifted several times. A river of life blends and interweaves, gestating the fairy tale of the ages and deducing the legend of the Millennium. The dragon god drank the river of life and sang the song of years. Countless dreams of the Great Wall of Wan Li China set sail in the Tang Dynasty and came to a river of life. A song of years reflected, free and easy. Our ancestors played the song of years around the river of life. Novels in Ming and Qing Dynasties spread and promoted Chinese civilization. China verve, the river of life, the song of years, the land of the motherland blossoming and bearing fruit, the carrier of Shenjiu ... Numerous feats of the Three Gorges Project are flying in the hometown of Dragon. 6. "Welcome New Life" is a bit strange here in Minjiang River, and the whole room smells of acupuncture and medicine. It's warm in spring, and it's a little cold here. Lying quietly in a narrow and hard bed, letting people around me roll, I feel a little scared.
After the back twitched violently, the lower body lost consciousness. A green barrier covered my sight, and layers of cloth gently covered my body.
I vaguely felt that my stomach was hit hard. In order not to entertain foolish ideas, start a dialogue with the surroundings.
Talking about everything, afraid to face the present. I seem to hear the ringing of birds outside, and follow this sweet sound to see a lush forest through the glass window.
Here are lush foliage and blue as the sea. A burst of "bah, bah, bah" baby laughter awakened my dream of nature.
I know my son has been born, and I will take him to see the world in the future. After the excitement and joy, I was moved to tears, because from now on, I am no longer afraid and begin to taste the taste of my mother slowly.
7. "What is life like?" Mr. Glasses, what is life? I don't know. I can only say, what is life like? Life is like a small tree, it forms from the ground and takes root in the ground.
She fought in the ice and snow and broke out bravely and happily in the wet soil in early spring and February. She may grow on a plain, on a rock, on a hill or on a city wall … as long as she looks up at the sky! Ah, when she sees the sky, she spreads her young leaves, absorbs the air, endures the sunshine, sings in the rain, dances in the wind and enjoys in nature.
She may have the shade of a big tree, or she may be crushed by a big tree, but the power of her youthful growth finally freed her from the shackles and held her head high in the hot sun! She met colorful spring, and on that sunny day, she was covered with flowers. Bees and butterflies are flying around her, and birds like to sing on her branches.
She will hear the songs of orioles, the weeping of cuckoos, and even the strange cries of owls. In her most lush middle age, the leaves are flourishing, stretching out her heavy shade, like a cover covering the flowers and plants under the tree.
She bears countless fruits, showing the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing her leaves from green to red.
In the autumn sunshine, she once again showed her majesty and brilliance. It is not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success.
Finally one day, the north wind in winter shook off her dead branches. She danced feebly in the air, groaned under the roots, and the earth solemnly welcomed her with open arms. Silently, quietly and deliberately, she threw herself into the embrace of the earth.
She melted and naturalized. No happiness, no sadness.
Maybe one day, she will break out of the nuts in the ground, grow into a small tree, then go through the thick cover, then listen to the singing of the oriole, and then bear rich fruits ... but I dare not say the afterlife, and I can't believe it. 8. "Poetry is life" The arrival of a poem by Ms. Yu in Jincheng is like life.
Inspiration was born in the mother's womb. Meditation is a mother's pain.
The poet holds up a new life with his hands! Poems flying in the sky, floating into the air, bathed in spring rain, surprised the rainbow of poems. In the kingdom of poetry, run freely.
A talented poet lights a lamp. Write poetry with life, poetry.
2. Modern life poems (group poems)
In ...
Dewdrops in the orange sun
Rising moment
Wonderful evaporation
Like a shooting star flying by.
A clear night sky
Epiphyllum in the night gap
Leave a beautiful back
Like time and space
edge
Life is driving in death.
railway
Ancient city wall
Never feel spring and summer again.
The taste of
In fact, autumn leaves are also.
No expression of resentment.
I sincerely wait.
Every poem of life
Long or short?
Just as beautiful and moving.
The second is.
Open Liu Haijun's Shu Bei Xing Archives.
Surrounded by coffee at night
Deeply moved.
Touch it slowly
Winter snow, an old man's experience
All the life-and-death conversations.
Necessity and contingency.
Fall into silence
winter How many years ago?
The burning that tore life apart,
Take the sun. Tear.
Pale plum petals, falling to the branches
winter
Migratory birds fly over the ocean and wait.
The day of returning from the south.
Night thunder. Blow up a genius
Silence, in the late stage of death.
Edge. The waterside in spring.
Skimming the wings of birds,
Tagore's soul left its mark,
The historical sky falls with melancholy helplessness,
The operation of the constellation is clear at the tip of the pen.
Future audiences,
Take a sip of strong tea,
Numb yourself between the lines.
It is written in life,
Have the blood of a genius.
Maybe it's enlightened,
Don't break out in silence,
Die in silence.
Another genius, a poem of life.
The third is.
Passing a thin bookstore.
Occasionally, I get upset, Xia Chan.
I caught a glimpse of a dusty book.
Poetry. Fuzzy symbol,
And glory, time.
The north wind is covered with dark clouds.
The sky and body seem to be mine.
Thinking stays in the familiar window.
Once everyone, after a youthful life,
Sing a song. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms."
When the horseshoe breaks the gorgeous movement,
I realized that the glory was over,
Between the wrinkles of the whistle.
In a hurry,
Lost a poet's chapter.
About the sun, or about life,
Or the life of the sun in poetry.
3. The love of life in modern poetry is full of brilliant flowers.
Play the song of life with value.
Waiting for the long night of dawn,
I saw the misty fields,
Holding the shining morning star.
The glory of life rises in the darkness,
From the endless darkness,
Vomiting to the last breath.
Life is like a song,
The years are seamless,
Everything is flashy,
Get out of glitz.
Life is like a poem,
Pursuing the past days,
Like walking on the beach,
Looking back-
Every footprint is full of love and sadness,
Write down the hardships of every step of this effort.
In the snowy dusk,
Standing alone,
Gorgeous sky,
A slow stream,
Towering mountains,
We were lost in wanton plunder. . .
Is life a life after all?
Life is a sunset,
It's a pine tree on the cliff,
This is a dying candle,
It is a fleeting meteor.
After a quiet and indifferent rest,
Walk on the road of life.
4. What is life? A modern poem is a hymn of life. Life is a stream, which comes from snow-capped mountains or underground springs, meanders through mountains and grassland canyons, and roared towards the blue sea. Life is an ivy, which absorbs the nourishment of the earth, bathes in sunshine and rain, and quietly displays its green branches and leaves on the hillside grassland and cliffs; Life is flowing light, burning itself heartily and passionately, decorating the sky, and finally blending into other objects in the form of energy; Life is an endless cave, where there are strange stones, winding paths, heavy roads, complex waters and unique caves. It is always a fascinating but confusing mystery.
Life is a narrow path, bypassing thorns in overgrown grass, bypassing pits on steep gravel slopes, and winding around green mountains and green waters. Life is a mystery that people in the world of mortals can never solve.
The noblest and greatest thing in life is to explore life! The most meaningful thing in life is to study life! The most exciting thing in life is to be afraid of life! The most calm thing in life is to follow your own life path.
5. A modern poem about life, one of the poems of life (group poems), the dew evaporates beautifully at the moment when the orange-red sun rises, like a meteor across the clear night sky, leaving a beautiful back, like the edge of time and space. Life is on the track of death, and the ancient city walls have long lost the taste of spring and summer. In fact, there is no resentment in autumn leaves. I sincerely wait, every poem in my life is as beautiful as long or short. I will open Liu Haijun's "Northbound Archives of Shu".
Surrounded by coffee at night, I feel deeply. Touch it slowly
Winter snow, all the life-and-death dialogues experienced by an old man. Necessity and contingency.
Entangled in a silent winter. How many years ago?
The burning that tears life will bring the sun. Tear.
Pale plum petals, branches falling in winter. Migratory birds fly across the ocean, waiting for the day when they return from the south.
Night thunder. Break the silence of a genius in the late stage of death.
Edge. The waterside in spring.
Skimming the wings of birds, traces leave with Tagore's soul, the historical sky falls with melancholy helplessness, and the operation of constellations is clearly visible in the pen tip. A future listener, sipping a strong tea shallowly, numbs himself between the lines of the poem.
It is written with life, stained with the blood of genius. Maybe he's enlightened. If it doesn't break out in silence, it will die out in silence.
Another genius, a poem of life. Third, pass by a thin bookstore.
Occasionally, I get upset, Xia Chan. I caught a glimpse of a dusty book.
Poetry. Fuzzy symbols, glory, time.
The north wind, with dark clouds, covers the sky and body and seems to be mine. Thinking stays in the familiar window.
Once everyone, passing by the life of youth, sang a song. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms."
When the sound of hooves shattered the magnificent movement, I realized the end of glory, between the wrinkles of the whistle. Man has lost a poet's chapter in a hurry.
About the sun, or about life, or about the life of the sun in poetry.
6. What are the modern poems about "life"? 1. The life replayed by "Replay Life" feels like a cloud like the wind, dozing on a branch halfway up the mountain.
In the fog, in the rain, I had a secret trip, and a layer of distant mountains disappeared, such as silver thread drawn from my heart. I realized that life is peach blossom red, and the green of grass is hidden in the wrinkles of a diary. The arrival of a butterfly reminds me that my selfishness has passed, and it is greedily absorbed in my heart. The scars left by time are like turning over dirt and earthworms. I played back yellowed photos over and over again, and moldy memories flowed. The brilliant starry sky songs are drifting away, the wind is tired, the earth wakes up, and the red lanterns shake the thoughts rooted in spring. Together, generate is like fireworks, shining on the dam where I am sleepless and waiting for time, and extending to autumn is the cover of life. Every ear of rice is a beautiful time winding like dusk in my hometown, and the smoke of every household. 2. "Walking Life" Ginger walks in the gap between light and time, and the length of a small tree is like the life of an ant. Originally, I wanted to write the walking track into a book, with gentle rhythm and ups and downs. It seems that I am doing things step by step, but I found that I was wrong, and I didn't arrange or rehearse. Life is a play without rehearsal. 3. Concern for life. My husband wuyue wants to listen to your gentle words from afar and gently touch my heartstrings in a gentle way. In the days when I miss you, my happiness gradually disappears. Now I don't know how to trace the trace that makes me happy. I just do it one by one in the sweetness you gave me in the past. You have so much indescribable fragrance and femininity. My life hides your hopes. Can you pursue it? This sacred road is like your smooth skin. I want to see your beautiful shadow for the first time. Covering your eyes, the rose buried deep in your heart inadvertently reveals how much you miss you. There is sweet love for you here. The dripping rain of the literary master Spring of Life wet my clothes, but it didn't wet my fiery heart. Begonia flowers naturally travel along muddy roads. I listened to the call of the earth and the changes in spring and autumn. I remember in the eyes of the past, I began to trudge or encounter setbacks. Everything is just to welcome the spring of life. 5. "Life River Song of the Years" floated several times. A life river song of the years is intertwined, pregnant with eternal fairy tales and deducing a thousand-year legend. The dragon soul drinks the river of life, sings the songs of the years, and works hard. The Great Wall of Wan Li has countless dreams. When China set sail, there came a river of life, a song of years, beautiful and free. Our ancestors played the song of years around the river of life, and the novels of Ming and Qing Dynasties spread Chinese civilization and carried forward the charm of China. A river of life, a song of years ... Numerous feats of the Three Gorges Project fluttered in the hometown of dragons. 6. Welcome a new life Minjiang River is a bit strange here. The whole room is filled with the smell of acupuncture medicine. It's warm in spring, and it's a little cold here. Lying quietly in a narrow and hard bed, letting people around me roll, I feel a little scared.
After the back twitched violently, the lower body lost consciousness. A green barrier covered my sight, and layers of cloth gently covered my body.
I vaguely felt that my stomach was hit hard. In order not to entertain foolish ideas, start a dialogue with the surroundings.
Talking about everything, afraid to face the present. I seem to hear the ringing of birds outside, and follow this sweet sound to see a lush forest through the glass window.
Here are lush foliage and blue as the sea. A burst of "bah, bah, bah" baby laughter awakened my dream of nature.
I know my son has been born, and I will take him to see the world in the future. After the excitement and joy, I was moved to tears, because from now on, I am no longer afraid and begin to taste the taste of my mother slowly.
7. "What is life like?" Mr. Glasses, what is life? I don't know. I can only say, what is life like? Life is like a small tree, it forms from the ground and takes root in the ground.
She fought in the ice and snow and broke out bravely and happily in the wet soil in early spring and February. She may grow on a plain, on a rock, on a hill or on a city wall … as long as she looks up at the sky! Ah, when she sees the sky, she spreads her young leaves, absorbs the air, endures the sunshine, sings in the rain, dances in the wind and enjoys in nature.
She may have the shade of a big tree, or she may be crushed by a big tree, but the power of her youthful growth finally freed her from the shackles and held her head high in the hot sun! She met colorful spring, and on that sunny day, she was covered with flowers. Bees and butterflies are flying around her, and birds like to sing on her branches.
She will hear the songs of orioles, the weeping of cuckoos, and even the strange cries of owls. In her most lush middle age, the leaves are flourishing, stretching out her heavy shade, like a cover covering the flowers and plants under the tree.
She bears countless fruits, showing the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind began, blowing her leaves from green to red.
In the autumn sunshine, she once again showed her majesty and brilliance. It is not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of results, but the tranquility and joy after success.
Finally one day, the north wind in winter shook off her dead branches. She danced feebly in the air, groaned under the roots, and the earth solemnly welcomed her with open arms. Silently, quietly and deliberately, she threw herself into the embrace of the earth.
She melted and naturalized. No happiness, no sadness.
Maybe one day, she will break out of the nuts in the ground, grow into a small tree, then go through the thick cover, then listen to the singing of the oriole, and then bear rich fruits ... but I dare not say the afterlife, and I can't believe it. 8. "Poetry is life" The arrival of a poem by Ms. Yu in Jincheng is like life.
Inspiration was born in the mother's womb. Meditation is a mother's pain.
The poet holds up a new life with his hands! Poems flying in the sky, floating into the air, bathed in spring rain, surprised the rainbow of poems. In the kingdom of poetry, run freely.
A talented poet lights a lamp. Write poetry with life, and poetry is life! ! The birth of a baby is like the birth of a poem.
The baby's first cry is.
7. Kneel for a short modern poem about life. Life is a big green tree, and every new leaf plays a happy note.
The thick trunk supports the seasonal sky, and the years record the pace of growth. Life is a delicate and charming little flower, and every petal is entrusted with the dream of youth.
The delicate flower stems lightly support the breath of spring, and their faces are long. Life is so strong, but so fragile.
Perhaps in that brief moment, the car accident swallowed up your mood for love. Be safe. An ordinary sentence is like a warning sign at a fork in the road in life. One way is to continue a better life, and the other way may be the abyss where people are doomed. God gives people only one life, so please cherish this unexpected arrangement.
Let love fill your life, and let happiness and happiness accompany you forever. I am a sixth-grade pupil. I wrote this song myself. Is it okay? )。
8. Poems about cherishing life: Ancient poems and modern poems cherish others.
Originally, cherish your life.
Is to cherish the happiness of others.
Where will you go.
A wrong decision made on impulse
A footstep away
That moment is sometimes beyond your control.
It turns out that death is not terrible.
The brain is blank
Is to know yourself clearly.
It's over. It's over.
But behind it.
It's someone else's sadness and panic.
When the waves are over and over again
When you hold my head
Sea water is not salty.
Is greed. One bite after another.
Swallow my life
Life at that time was irresistible.
Because I lost weight.
Panicked people
Find me.
To save yourself.
Sadness or regret
Come back from the brink of death
I saw a smiling face with tears around me.
I know what just happened.
Don't drive this with me again.
joke
Death is not terrible.
Cherish life
It turns out that I am also cherishing the happiness of others.
9. When you come into this world crying, write your own modern poems about life.
The world smiles for you.
When you leave this world with a smile
The world cries for you.
Life, is this life?
Life, this is life.
It's like changing seasons.
There are budding spring, flourishing summer, bleak autumn and silence in winter.
When you face the world with a smile
The world smiles for you.
When you cry in front of the world
The world cries for you.
Life, is this life?
Life, this is life.
It's like an illusory dream.
Happiness is mixed with pain, and pain is mixed with happiness.
What exactly are we looking for?
Are you too stubborn to be yourself?
Is that we pay too little.
Or are we asking too much?
I can't choose to come into this world crying.
When I leave this world with a smile, I will say
I cried, and I smiled.
I have been to this world!
Absolutely original, hope to adopt!