Quiet modern poems at home and abroad 1: blessings.
-Miss someone
The storm will come with the night. ...
The golden thread that the setting sun shoots from the dark clouds is like solidified lightning.
Screaming and slapping,
Crazy sea.
Turbulence, struggle,
Fishing boats on the crazy sea.
White sails bear the weight of night and storm, and hunting is like a flag for help. Steady the rudder,
There are lighthouses and roads.
The night is dark, the wind is strong and the waves are sinister. The safety of those who did not return to Hainan Airlines. In the cabin along the coast, with the light on, put it on.
The young married woman stood by the trembling window, looking at the unused dinner.
Staring at the sea.
Anxious and pious blessing ...
Quiet modern poetry at home and abroad 2: undercurrent
rainy season
A man walking in the rain is like a spear.
Time also put away its sharp irony.
Like scissors in a drawer.
We stopped on the journey.
Without stability, love and dry clothes.
The diary of my childhood is still kept in the old house.
Recorded aphorisms and first vagrancy
Quiet modern poetry at home and abroad 3: Shanxi love songs
Welcome home!
I'll never go out again.
Touch all over your body
The memory of the skin is more than the sigh of the heart.
Will blackbirds still nest in my black hair, kiss?
Two touches are not one touch.
You're here.
I redraw my eyebrows.
The mirror is covered with dust.
Reach out and wipe it
Even delete images.
Can I get your black eyebrows back, kiss?
Two expressions are not one expression.
You're here.
All the leaves have fallen.
So I grow flowers indoors.
Grass can grow without sunshine.
It's a miracle, kiss
Two greens are not one green.
You're here.
I started making up stories.
Sing a lullaby to the pillow.
Pillows also close their eyes.
I can't sleep and dream
Can I sleep too, dear?
Two kinds of dreams are not one dream.
Welcome home!
I hung it at the door.
"Wet paint"
But these two pigments are not the same pigment, dear!
The tranquility of Chinese and foreign modern new poetry Part IV: the fifth orientation
Maybe origami birds are the last resort.
Flipping up and down is always unsatisfactory.
"Oriental Wood", she announced.
The solemn and gentle face of the sun god
Colour it green and it will be you.
Cut it off. That yellow leaf.
Feixiang Ji Yun
Exiled for many years, driven into sheep.
The shepherd boy's song has been passed down to this day.
Put on wolf skin
But in order to create a wolf cavity,
Still trembling with a sheep accent
Does not belong to wolves.
alternative
Eyes flashing with aphorisms, cunning
There is no need to argue about the sex of the sun in a hurry.
Sex change surgery is the greatest invention of this century.
The stone you kicked yesterday was very painful.
Today, I grow into a smiling mouth.
Do you want to play again?
After the magic, cross talk, wash your face and hands.
After sending troops and withdrawing troops and peaceful evolution,
Do you want to play again?
Anger is unnecessary.
Request instruction
riddle
People can't be short of breath when they are dead.
The details must be read.
"The East belongs to wood," she repeated relentlessly.
Tears also shed in vain.
Not all wilts can germinate again.
Sex change surgery is powerless.
Is it over?
After the banquet, caked grease floated on the plate.
Thin ribs begging in rows.
Some great words are floating in the air.
Wan Ru bird language
Life in a paper cage is also a kind of life
More suitable for dreaming
Printed on nickel coins are still Chinese characters.
Throw it again.
Pursuing the once-in-a-lifetime probability
"The sun shines on your head," she cried.
not bad
Add a feather as heavy as Mount Tai
Let's have another more gorgeous speech about soaring.
The east is wood, the south is fire, the west is gold, and the north is wood. ......