I like your modern poetry

I like you modern poetry 1

I like you

I not only like you as you are now

I also like you who are slightly hazy in my memory Shadow

I like you

Not only do I like your warm embrace

I also like running freely in your arms

I like you

Not only do I like your call to come home at dusk

I also like the scene of the smoke curling up in the morning light

I like you

I like the place I also like the waiting of the chair in front of the square

I also like the pear blossoms blooming again as scheduled

When I like you

I like leaving quietly

I also like Glad to be back

When I like you

I like Naguan Mountain and the bright moon thousands of miles away

I also like the sound of Xiushui piano so close to the end of the world

I like you

Keep your love in your dreams

Also write your love in poems

I like you

I love planting thousands of fruit trees< /p>

Every tree

Like it

Every tree

Rooted in my heart, I like you Modern Poetry 2

Time spreads through the night little by little

I often think of it

The window sill under the rain screen

The kite dancing in the wind

That time You and I once sang that beautiful song together - Like

Your eyes and your smile

Wandered quietly in my heart In memory

The background of the world is blurred

I only remember you

At that time,

We were the most beautiful people in the world. Happy people

However,

What kind of handwriting should be used

to outline each other’s thoughts

When alone

I’m used to leaning in front of the window and imitating our songs alone

But I can’t sing the melody

Only then did I realize that the past is just a memory after all

But,

That familiar breath

always permeates my heart and never goes away...

Once upon a time,

Share a story with you

I saw,

the sun slanted across your eyebrows

In an instant,

I I saw a hint of cautious tenderness in the corner of your eyes

Zhang Xuan, she sang in the music

I no longer feel reluctant to lose

< p> Sometimes I just want to hear you finish singing a song

Among all the scenes where everything has changed

I like you the most.

But in the end

I still have to separate from you

Those endless memories

Through the bright rain flower stone

Blooming in each other's hearts

Tears falling like rain

The rainbow after the rain,

Beautiful with its colors,

Precipitating our memories,

Suddenly, I heard that familiar song:

You know, you once made people loved and passed by

After all, there is a timid but capable silence

Among all the joys that are not remembered,

I like you the most... I like you modern poetry 3

< p> I like your hands lingering in my arms,

As thick as drunkenness, as sweet as nectar,

As bright as the fragrance of flowers, and as refreshing as the flow of a spring.

Walk slowly on the road under your feet,

I am enjoying the warmth of your palms.

Enjoyment is like a gentle glow nestling on the top of the mountain,

The curve of the top of the mountain spreads a silky greeting,

This end of the greeting

You are weaving a garland of love,

The other end of greetings

I hold the smiling catkins in my hands.

I like your hands lingering in my arms,

The young eighteen-year-old is your starry eyes;

The hazy love, It's you who are as shy as a cloud.

The time in heaven moves slowly,

I drunkenly melt into your smile.

Smile is your angel,

Waiting for me every day.

Is there anything unhappy?

With your sunny hands,

Even in the ice of the North Pole,

I can happily build Noah's Ark.

I like your hands to be drunk in my arms,

The ignorant youth breaks out of the cocoon in your kiss;

Wild Impulsive, calm in your tears.

The water of the river moves slowly,

I alone slow down the pace of love and look at your eyes again.

The fish tails of love are moistened on the corners of the eyes,

There are sad stories sliding through the fish tails,

Engraved with the impending old age memory.

There is my persistence in the memory,

There is also your hand holding my hand day and night,

Singing warm songs.

I like having your hand in my arms,

Like stars flying in the night sky,

If I lose your hand,

The sky will also sing,

A starless night

will be lonely.

I like your hands to caress my forehead,

As if the frogs croaking awaken something in the summer night,

Without your hands,

Even a small stream will be irritable,

A wilderness without the sound of frogs

will be nothing.

I like your hands,

Although time will age your hands,

but age will never take away the tenderness of your fingertips.