Modern Poetry 1 Dream in the Present
The world of mortals is a stranger, and the sky is purple and the smoke is light.
Seasonal winds have been circulating.
Time flies like a flowing cloud.
Standing in this unpredictable world of misty rain
Looking back, I can't help feeling a lot.
The fleeting scenery lingers on the stage of memory.
Keep repeating the past pictures.
Days pass like running water.
I often wander in my memory.
Wandering in the long river of memory
Looking at the ripples of water waves that are picking up at hand.
Look at that ignorance flowing away.
Innocent smiling face is faint and wide open.
The passion of youth melts little by little, and the fog dissipates.
The promises made and the ambitions set are gradually blurred.
Yesterday's words continue to break my heart.
The years passed.
I often suddenly find my nose sour and my eyes wet.
It turns out that I miss the past.
It turns out that I have been missing the past.
In the past, my youth is gone forever.
Under that blue bottomless sunny day
I used to run carefree.
Beside the colorful white clouds.
I also fly my kite full of dreams.
On the green grass.
Carrying my upward passion.
In the lush mountains
I bravely climbed over.
In the deep river where the clear river flows forever.
I used to roll a lot.
Now, that's a thing of the past and a memory.
On that day, there was only one choice.
I left my hometown and school.
I, uh, dropped out of school. I gave up my studies.
I gave up the dream I had been pursuing.
At that time, I didn't cry ...
Because I know it's my choice.
Yes, I choose to change everything.
I, get on the train in the distance.
Grit your teeth and leave the deep mountain where I was born
In this colorful city.
Look at those neon green tall buildings.
Look at your unskilled body.
The future is so dark in my eyes.
I'm confused and scared ...
I wandered in the busy street countless times.
My heart has been lonely.
It is impossible to blend in with the busy crowd.
Under the dim street lamp.
On that quiet street corner
I cried helplessly in pain.
I used to hate and regret my choice.
Clouds flow through your fingers, and time always passes silently.
Ruthless years always burn endless vicissitudes.
Wild goose singing breaks the silence, and things are different.
In this once strange city
I wander among the four seasons.
In this confused season.
I found my new goal.
In this city I used to be unfamiliar with.
I had another humble dream.
In the past, I still miss the past
Still sad for the dream I gave up.
It's just, I understand and I know.
The past is the past after all.
That has become a memory and my best memory.
Now, the season of youth withering
Although I have lost my former vitality.
But I still have my original passion.
I still have dreams. My dream is very low.
But I will work very hard to realize it.
Believe that I can put the unopened flowers in the past.
Colorful, gorgeous in the present dream.
Past and present modern poetry 2 past and present
I want to sink.
Reminiscent of floating nostalgia
Stop slowly
Go the way you came and look at the clouds in the past.
Shake off the yellow leaves.
Smell the wind and rain.
The rain drifted gently and soaked my heart.
Just like going back in time, history is dancing.
I like standing on the ice, so cold that only my eyes are laughing.
Run around
A fall in the snow, a cold giggle
There is no snowball fight, no battle to win or lose.
The river is clear, swimming and frolicking, and fishing leisurely.
The transparent water is like tears, lost and bitter.
Travel through time and space in the aftermath of stepping on the embankment
The overlap of nostalgia and melancholy.
The confrontation between clarity and turbidity
Never stop.
Past lives!
The third part of modern poetry in the past and present grasps the present.
get through ......
More or less silly.
Stupid and ridiculous, stupid and pitiful, so stupid that even tears are worthless.
More or less silly.
Stupid sad, stupid shameful, stupid even feel that they are not worthy of themselves.
More or less silly.
Stupid redundancy, stupid hatred. Too stupid, there will be no love.
More or less flat.
Stupid, clumsy. Too stupid to tell good from bad.
at present ......
More or less tired.
Tired of helplessness, tired of hesitation. I feel so tired that even venting is a luxury.
More or less boring.
Bored and lonely, bored and lonely. I lost my dull future.
More or less. A little hurt.
Sad and bruised. Even the dawn that hurts life is forgotten.
More or less, a little old.
Old. Give it up, Qiu. An ancient tomorrow in which even dreams are abandoned.
Past and present.
More or less. I've grown up a little.
More or less. I know a little.
More or less. I cherish it a little.
More or less. I know a little.
More or less. My lost youth gave me good memories.
More or less. The love I lost gave me good memories.
More or less. The family I abandoned gave me the greatest comfort.
More or less. My long-lost friendship. Gave me an encouraging compliment.
How much I have left, how much I have gained and how much I have lost.
It seems that these are more or less unimportant.
Maybe the dictionary of life will only explain its meaning with words you understand.
My dictionary has just turned to the first chapter.
Past and Present of Modern Poetry 4 Past, Present and Future
Past, present, future,
Is a mother who is as close as a brother.
Come down in one continuous line, connected by flesh and blood.
The present past is called history.
The present tomorrow is called the future.
History condenses the world into
a painting
a poem
A story
Floating in the air
vanish like smoke and disperse like clouds—completely vanish
Regardless of merits and demerits
Success and failure
Hate and love
Cannot change
The only thing left for us
Is for us to sum up past experience.
Be smart
Become clear
The future is the rainbow in our dreams.
Set foot on the present steps
get through
Nothing has been finalized.
Look at us now.
Causality knife
how to get to
incise
Now, now, now.
Just now
This is the hourglass that we can catch.
Our/our
Every flicker and smile
every act and every move
A person's words and deeds
Will go down in the history of fate
Where will the ship go tomorrow?
Stay temporarily
The flower of tomorrow
Bloom for whom?
Until now, we still
Be able to choose
Before it becomes a thing of the past.
There is no substitute for the future.
Be sure to hurry.
Now the pulse is beating.
grasp
An era of rapid change
Past and Present Modern Poetry Chapter 5 Past and Present
At the weekend, the young man fell ill.
The gap between the needles,
Snuggle up to his father,
Whispering to each other,
The number of conversations has increased by n times than usual.
Looking at this distraught father and son,
I suddenly thought of a word,
Fragile,
Yes, vulnerability can make people cherish love more.
Vulnerability can also make people know more about love.
Thinking of my parents,
When I was sick,
How to be brave in the rain,
Go to the clinic behind my back and step on the mud,
When I want to pay more for my living,
Pass it to me, it will always cost more than ten yuan a week.
How to freeze in winter,
A foot deep, a foot shallow,
Baked sweet potato in mud,
On a midsummer morning,
A sickle, a wheat sickle,
Reduces the times of straightening the waist,
Until a ridge is cut to the bottom.
When we are wrong,
Severely criticize and scold,
On the road of daily growing,
Companion, help, put it down, towards the distant.
In fact, the love of parents,
Just rewind,
Parents gave it to us, and we gave it to our children.
Our parents' past and our present.
Finally, in the process,
More and more understand,
What we got from our parents,
No less than what we give our children now.
Modern Poetry 6 Dreams are in the past and dreams are in the present.
When you look up to today,
Please think back to yesterday
Yesterday, it had disappeared.
Today, it is calm.
Yesterday, our blood died.
Today, it is our youth that is wasted.
before long
Facing the helplessness of the world
You can still dream.
Recall lost dreams
before long
Facing the sufferings of the world
Do you remember?
The innocent words of young people
Who can remember?
That's because the world is mortal.
Dreams abandoned by us
Who thought about it?
They are crying in the corner.
It used to be a dream
how far
Daily necessities of life
Has long been the whole of life
Youth? Hot blood?
Far away
Dream sealing dust
They are waiting.
Treat this their holder.
I will remember them one day.
Dreams, in my heart forever!
I am happy now.
Like I said,
No matter what happens in the future,
That was later,
I just want to be fine now,
No one can say what will happen in the future.
I just want to be happy now.
Fairy tales,
I don't care about luxury or imagination,
Because it's unrealistic,
The perfection in my heart has been deeply buried in my heart.
Now, my life is full,
Every day, your mind is not only your figure, but also your figure.
Everything, everything,
As if it had been arranged,
I don't know what will happen in the next second,
I wonder if we will laugh and talk about our daily experiences in the next second.
However, I have cherished it.
I tried and won.
I believe I got what I wanted,
Isn't a person's life a vigorous life?
And what I want is just a little grandeur in the plain.
Maybe, some people will call me greedy,
Perhaps, some people will say that it is unrealistic.
Maybe, some people will say wait.
One day,
But I think I have it now,
Dull and vigorous,
Although, not very romantic,
Although, not for a long time,
It's not very real,
But at least, I've experienced it,
I see, I tried,
At least, I know what it feels like to be happy.
Now that I am,
I really live a full life,
How I wish this were a dream,
Never wake up.
So I can keep doing it,
I hope this is just a dream,
A beautiful, full and happy dream.