Like epiphyllum withering, waiting for flowers to bloom.
I hope the loneliness in autumn can drift away with the wind.
Like dead leaves covered with thick dust.
I hope the geese flying south will bring happy information.
Let the cold wind,
Dilute in people's laughter.
I wish the frightened cicada would stop sighing,
Let the closed sky,
Expose the long-lost whiteness in the dark clouds.
I hope the pedestrians wandering on the road are not so cold,
Like to look straight,
Staring at the long road under your feet.
I hope beggars sleeping on the street won't be so miserable,
Cover your head with rags,
Send out a tearful low complaint.
I hope to leave early this fall,
Even if you have to face biting snow and hazy lost.
I hope to disperse early every autumn.
You know, the haze in our hearts is far more than the footsteps of ice and snow.
Modern Poetry: Hope 2 Brings Hope to the Sunshine
I saw it.
Watch the nightingale fly in the vast peace.
I feel it.
I feel like a stubborn wild horse.
Indulge in carefree self-running.
I'm hallucinating
See the bloody words on the tombstone.
They are still confused by some pain.
Inferior smoke rings cannot penetrate.
Can only appear pale and deep in the changes of time.
The night is not over yet.
I had to push myself during the long journey.
Ride forward
Freeze the hopes of our ancestors before dawn
Bring sunshine.
Modern Poetry: Hope 3 I hope
Roll up the white clouds in the sky
Fly with the stars
Overlooking the world
Free breathing
Looking for the innocence of the earth
I hope
Chunfengfo noodles
Be a free bird
The heart swings with the wind
Touch the treetops happily.
Feel the whisper of green leaves
voicelessly
Let your dreams fly
I hope
You're just like me.
There are poems and distant places.
Step on thick soil
be bubbling with enthusiasm
enjoy life
More than I saw: the story of Joan Brock
I hope
I often have friends around me.
Like a mountain stream
Such as the warm sun in the ancient town
Know each other very well.
Sadness, happiness and tears
Accompanied by the sun and the moon
I hope
Every one of us.
feel thankful
Pursue filial piety
Let every old man
For caring old people.
Have fun in the old age
The elderly will get proper care.
I hope
Embrace the sunshine like a flower
Rooted in the earth.
Absorb sweet nutrition
Get back to that happy time.
Let the good past come back to me.
Looking for past intoxicating dreams
I hope
Sitting by the bright French window
Let time flow on your face.
top of the head
The heart is spring.
Use your whole life to light the twinkling stars.
Modern Poetry: I hope to climb the withered banyan tree in four years.
Autumn rain and windy weather are in my dream.
The wind in the dream is surging outside the dream.
Blowing the endless lush sea of Italy
The old corn looked at the dark clouds
Come up to that sentence:
Agree or disagree;
You and I hug each other?
Then, with tears in her eyes.
Jump into the wet soil.
Learn to dream like me.
It dreamed of a pleasant afternoon.
The sun shines on the fire chrysanthemum.
The wind slipped into Artemisia.
Suddenly picked up the dandelion and ran away.
Go to a more distant place
There are endless yellow flowers and rape blossoms.
Every flower is looking around happily.
Modern Poetry: Hope 5 (1)
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is cloudless.
But I am extremely disappointed.
You never know,
It's always uncomfortable
So close,
The heart is so far away.
Pray that hope will bloom like the morning light,
Light up your heart completely.
Plant a seed in your mind,
Take root, sprout, blossom and bear fruit.
Life is inevitably a little lost,
Never fall.
Can't be as imagined,
As confused as ever.
No matter how long the night is,
Tomorrow's sun,
Still brilliant.
No matter how far the road is,
Stand where the sun rises.
(2)
When I cry,
Can you give me a big hug?
Just want to hide in your warm arms,
Just a few seconds.
You dry your tears for the rain god,
You deliver natural nutrients to crops,
But why can't I have a taste of being loved?
I left in a hurry,
You didn't know each other in time?
Or am I too early,
You're not ready?
What has time taken away, youth,
Memories you can't take away,
I just hope,
Same to me!
Modern Poetry: Hope 6 at the moment you were born
I have a flower in my hand.
Welcome the roses in full bloom in the morning
brick by brick
The winding path of my hometown
Take your time
Under a sunny tree.
Your first cry on earth
It excites me.
The first ray of sunshine crawled into your eyes.
It confuses me.
I managed to pick it from many trees.
Identify and find my hand
Be surprised to find that
These hands are already in your second cry
grow up healthy and strong
Can hold your body firmly.
The seed of your smile
Just turned green in the spring rain.
It hasn't sprouted yet.
I have plenty of time.
You can face the tree and pray for guidance.
Oh, god.
What did you give me?
What have I lost?
Hope for life
Always held by the fear of death.
tightly
No one can see its color and shape.
Who can think of its beginning or end?
But after all, I think this time
The troubles of life are all in my heart.
The joy of life is also in my heart.
They quarreled fiercely.
The vast universe can accommodate everything.
There seems to be only room for you and me.
Modern Poetry: Hope 7 You Use Dreams
Pile up a beautiful back garden
Happiness spreads endlessly.
A wish for happiness
But at the moment of waking up.
Collapsed black and blue.
Don't say pain.
Don't say difficult.
Silence is an unforgettable vicissitudes.
Hope to grow up hard
Bloom and bear fruit-produce positive results
Life is the happiness and prosperity of the garden.
Beautiful imagination
Can't see through the hardships of the years
cross/travel/trek over mountains
Overlap is your sadness.
The world is full of colors.
But not all hearts.
Can get the moisture of rain and dew
Kiss of the sun
Cannot germinate
Can't blossom
Withering is a tear in a flower.
be desperate
Like a butterfly with a broken wing.
Meet a colorful world.
Like a net
overwhelming
Good wishes degenerate into sleepy imagination.
Look at the horizon
How to tell the distance?
Modern Poetry: Hope 8 I always hope,
On a quiet night,
Looking up at the stars,
Seeing the bright moon hanging high,
A starry sky.
I always hoped,
On a narrow forest path,
Walking quietly,
Feel the coolness brought by the shade,
Listen to cicadas singing in a low voice.
I always hoped,
Into another world,
There,
No noise and interference
Just like in fairy tales,
Simple and beautiful.
I always hoped,
When I'm in trouble,
The road ahead is narrow,
In order to have a reliable shoulder,
Give me warmth and hope.
however
Christmas Eve,
Looking up at the stars,
Without the bright moon hanging high,
A starry sky.
The imaginary world,
Live in a fairy tale forever.
Modern Poetry: Hope 9 The road of life is suddenly lost, the brain fluid is withered and people are still there.
It's hard to reproduce the past, and I'm afraid I can't teach it in my life.
Two years have passed, and I have thought about it carefully.
I have read thousands of volumes of history books, but I haven't found a bosom friend.
Stand alone and think about how to show off.
There are tears in fashion and birds in my heart.
Holding a pen beautifully shows the world and is praised from generation to generation.
Modern Poetry: Hope 10.
Write the wall of ideas in code
Build an emotional house
I am driving away the slaves in my heart.
Complete the overload of taxes and imperial grain
This is the combination.
Build the legendary carved beams and painted buildings
Decorate the Qushui in the history books.
The fate of the emperor depends on my fate.
Scholars make waves, and they make waves next.
I have a plot against my ex.
I have the arrogance of trampling on Shixian.
Thoughts are always more flustered than footsteps.
Even talking in a dream intermittently in the dark.
Hide and hide
There is no secret heirloom in hand.
Like a fallen craftsman
More often, I wait gloomily alone.
Like an alien trapped in a mire
At the end of despair, seize the last hope.