On the long road,
A lot of cars!
Because there is a lot of smoke in front,
Every car flew into a rage,
If we don't hurry,
You may have your salary deducted!
"beep! Boom! Hey! "
Here comes the big truck!
Big trucks are like armored soldiers,
As loud as Hong Zhong,
Cars are timid,
Afraid of running away.
"beep! Boom! Hey! "
There is a lot of traffic on the road.
Scared me deafening,
"Beep, beep!"
Open your mouth wide,
Looking for dad,
Or who to scold?
"beep! Boom! Hey! "
I'm playing the trumpet,
It made my sister want to call her mother,
Neighbors want to scold me,
Alas!
When can it be blown out?
Sweet voice,
Make everyone laugh!
Voice Modern Poetry 2 Father's Voice
It is as beautiful as running water.
Beating my young heart
Gave me the rain of life.
Father's voice
As firm as thunder
Shake my heart.
Let me understand the rigidity of being a man
Father's voice
As hot as the sun.
Warm my heart.
Let me understand the affection.
Father's voice
Rushing like the sea.
Expanded my thinking.
Let me be a man.
Sound Modern Poetry 3 The Last Sunset
A wisp of blood
The hedge fell into deep loneliness.
Late at night
Measure inch by inch.
Footprints in memory
Your voice.
How vague it is
Dispersed into seasonal monologues
heart
Start flying
Trembling into a flower melody
Turn gankun around.
Lose oneself
Mid-autumn night
Got caught in the rain.
Chang 'e is ill.
But found
What a cold autumn day.
And your shoulder.
But only in my heart
No flowers.
Liang Zhu's wings have nowhere to live.
Only the red leaves are fluttering.
There is blood everywhere.
Close your eyes.
Read your poem with your heart.
In the moonlight
Xiaoxiang flute is coming.
Vaguely
hear
That won't be the cry of the wind.
Such a sound
It stung my eyesight deeply.
I can't see clearly.
Blue is in your world
How boundless.
Like an ocean of cold bones
I tried my best.
I can't find the coast.
cannot find
Your warm and powerful arms
The night is too thick.
What can float when sleeping?
Let your thoughts
Cover your voice.
Wandering in the autumn night
Listening to modern poetry on a sunny noon
I lay comfortably on the sofa.
While greedily enjoying the rich and beautiful feelings brought by readers.
Hearing voices in the kitchen-
The clear water rattled.
It seems to have flowed into my insides.
Feel cool and comfortable
The whole body is supple and natural.
Even my hair feels relaxed.
The pattering sound of water.
Wash vegetables
Loud, crisp and sweet
Knock on the chopping block
Like a woodpecker pecking at a tree bug.
Lightweight, gentle and practical.
The sound of cooking.
Like silk.
The clatter of a spatula.
Fill the whole room with a strong fragrance.
Let the whole house be full of happiness at home.
then
Familiar footsteps rustle.
Come to the sofa.
At present, there is a seemingly naughty and tolerant noodle restaurant
Pass on warmth and care.
It changed the flow pattern of blood in each of my veins.
Become gentle, smooth and touching.
Smooth and soft as silk.
There is a generous and mellow voice.
In a quiet space.
Ear echo-it's time to eat.
Kindness and peace
I really don't want to leave the sofa.
But I still look at the face that has been with me.
Smile sweetly
Accompany my face.
Also narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Sound Modern Poetry 5 Hard days, finally
Rest, the alarm clock is still ringing.
Actually, my troubles are not in my ears.
In my heart, in my eyes, now.
Confusion between mist and fog
This is the solstice of winter. I want to hear the sound of the winter solstice.
People say that the solstice of winter is a year of competition.
The warmth of jiaozi transcends the spectrum.
The joy in my heart is beyond words.
Samsara begins in the dead of winter.
Did you hear that? The sound of the strings is chiseled out on the ice.
The music of nature quietly drifted into the door of anxiety.
So, a dream
Rise from the deepest place
So, a hope
Rise from the abyss of darkness
Worry is a ghost, and it is better than a spell.
When thinking, thinking is the most beautiful waiting.
I want to go to Langshan to show water, and the world is cold.
Think about the future, the scenery is good and the youth is still there.
Imagine a romantic trip.
Think of a dream.
Suddenly I heard a closer voice.
Suddenly, I saw one side coming back like a wild goose.
The seeds arch over the mud layer and go to spring.
Poetic poems separate the flashy life of the years.
The solstice of winter, this day.
A little indulgence
Winter solstice, hope
Cut the sky again
Sound Modern Poetry 6 The Sound of the Sea
So familiar
I can't get rid of the feeling
Hum … Boom … Hua …
The backlight of the sun outlines your figure.
I tried to catch up.
I tried to shout
But you can't hear. ...
The sea will also cry.
Keep calm before the ups and downs
Ripples of pain
Pick up a blank
I close my eyes.
Hum a tune
Stroll on the beach
Feet touch the wet sea
Listen to the sea breeze
Hu Hu la la
Meditate for three seconds.
The drift bottle is full of happiness I wrote.
You are a grain of sand on the shore after all.
silent
It's like walking and meeting.
Finally, I moved and left a blank.
memory
Full of salty taste
It's time to brew mermaid's tears.
Bright and sad
Long pain
Touch the lost years
Sunrise and sunset
Vivid
Chun Qing Huayan
Things have changed.
The sea breeze remains the same.
sea
Your name
Colour my life.
I will travel with a simple heart in the end.
one day
I will stand on the sandstone and touch the temperature closest to the sun.
Voice Modern Poetry 7 If the voice remembers the smiling face like a flower,
If the voice remembers laughter like a bell,
If the voice remembers the feeling of wanting to cry,
Will we remain indifferent? Will we lower our eyes?
Who has lost memory and commitment?
I know we're all fine,
It's just that the voice doesn't remember our laughter
The air is as humid as moldy biscuits,
Isolated the world between us,
Meet at the corner, look at each other,
Drop your eyes and pass by,
Sigh silently and fly away.
Something broke me down and made me scream angrily.
But a little sad,
It stings my heart and numbs my back.
It left a trace of sadness in my heart,
A bitter taste, a sense of disillusionment,
I can't get rid of it.
After laughing mercilessly, I remembered,
Helpless will climb up the lonely hair.
I used to believe that friendship is the most eternal thing.
But that belief was broken by you.
If you remember that voice,
Will we be the same as before?
……
Sound Modern Poetry 8 In the plain color of fleeting time, I sat quietly on the elegant fragrant path.
Draw your name with a pen, give a song of missing, and play it gently.
A quiet path, a line of fine print, a quiet tune.
Touching the strings and tapping the keys, your name, my music, is an elegant poem.
Deep and shallow acacia ripples in my heart, gently bounces up and reads your name deeply. ...
Twilight, walking in the quiet deep alley of the old city.
Looking at the swaying cage lights, none of them belong to me.
Eyes dim, looking at the past, sitting on the steps of the incense trail.
Pick up a nostalgic feeling, spread out a plain pen and write down the most beautiful words, your name.
A wisp of floating ink fragrance, a wisp of poetic and picturesque, slowly flows on the bluestone board of Xiangjing.
The poem of missing is fragrant and gentle with a roll of affectionate words, and rhymes to make a zither, which gently bounces in that shallow fleeting time.
Beautiful melody flutters in front of my eyes, and I know this is your painting.
I miss Mo Xiang, and I wonder if the distance of poetry is engraved with my deep feelings.
When we meet again, do we embrace each other deeply and embrace each other in the fleeting time of spring?
Misty, touching the smoke on the diamond wall.
Feel your trace in a quiet place and pursue your trace.
Xu Lai is the breeze, and the smoke of missing is stuck on the first floor.
Listening to Sion in the distant years, did you see me in this dimly lit place?
Picking the fragrance of orchids, indulging in the colorful years in this time, your face is warm between my fingers.
The moonlight shines on the fragrant path, and you and I will never meet again in this life.
Thoughts on letters are often mentioned, your name.
Every time I listen to your distant name, it's like building a Zen mind in a world of fireworks and quietly listening to your poetic name.
I want to rhyme my name again to make a beautiful song, sit in front of you, look at you affectionately and play another song for you.
Missing ink, flying out of the window frame, graceful words, the deepest memories.
I don't know how to arrange it in this shallow and fragmentary time.
Only constantly in every late night, pick up unforgettable thoughts and read out your deep feelings.
I have been in love for a year, and the rest of my life is fleeting. I just walked through your city, hoping to step on the fallen flowers you stepped on.
The string sound of missing is around the porch window, and the swaying lights are floating.
Gently cut off the swaying lights and look back at the faint scent path. I want to hold the acacia roll in my hand.
Looking forward to the fragrant missing words, stepping on the deep and shallow fleeting time, stranded in the rest of my life.
Waiting for a misty rain in the hometown of poetry and painting, you have a prosperous dream, which becomes a fragrant poem and floats into your colorful dream.
In my dream, I outlined your name in a faint fragrance path, wrote a book of acacia, caressed the strings and played it gently.
A string and a rhyme are my deepest thoughts. I hope you read this poetic concern carefully.
The lights are dim and people are evacuated.
Wandering on this faint path with leisurely thoughts.
Looking back at you in that dull time, I gently read the romantic words in my hand.
I wrote the same warm lines and cliches over and over again, just because your name and my heart have been beating for you.
The old memories that stir up the years are all long-hidden feelings and exude intoxicating fragrance.
I teased Sean and crawled around in front of my eyes during that time. In the depths of that time, you gracefully stayed in the depths of the fragrant path you met, and you fell into ink and rolled up your deep love.
Love is long, waiting for me to run to your plain life.
The moon sets and the window is sparse, and the wind blows away the lingering acacia between the eyebrows. I can't see you in the depths of the path, only a wisp of spearmint falls.
When will you be drunk by the fragrance between your sleeves after you brush the fragrance?
Disassemble a sentimental poem and cook my fragrant love words, and find a place in the faint fragrance path.
Savor the lingering years and listen to you whispering in my ear: give me your hand, fool, and spend the rest of your life together.
Gentle years, after all, give people roses, leaving lingering fragrance in their hands.
In retrospect, it has been many years.
That affectionate time can only be hidden in the sleeve for the rest of my life. When I miss you deeply, I will smell the fragrance on my kiss xiu.
Beauty understates, your hair brushed the pen in my hand.
Put pen to paper, ink dye fleeting time, every inch of time is the most beautiful poem.
Listen, another misty rain.
Fog and rain fall on the strings of missing.
Give another roll of gentle words, your fragrant name, rhyme into a beautiful tune.
Look back with a smile, play gently and listen quietly. ...
Voice of modern poetry 9 mushroom cloud, explosion
Wake up my dreams.
a chaotic state
Residents sleep on the streets.
At this point, I know you are at the front.
My heart is like a needle.
Pain diffusion
Laughter ran aground
Yesterday you and I
Still chatting online.
Today, you lost contact with me.
The body is like a blazing fire.
flame
Tears have already flooded my heart.
Jesus Christ.
Turn it over and your face will change.
Let husband and wife live far apart
This worries me.
I, on my knees, pray for Buddha.
Pray for her husband again and again.
look forward to you
Appear in front of me immediately.
I'm scared, honey. You'll never open your eyes again.
I am afraid that I will never see your smile again.
face
I am afraid that I will never hear from you again.
line
I'm afraid I don't miss you anymore.
I'm so scared, day and night without you.
night
I'm so scared, so scared. .....
I hope the news has deceived me.
At this moment, my heart is closely connected with you.
Willing to hold hands side by side
The distance is so far away
critical
Maybe just for a little while.
Do you know that I have a crush on you?
When can I reduce this pain?
The wind and fire hit.
I can't live in peace with you.
During the waiting time
Let our telepathy transcend time and space
bar
Pass on my advice and attachment.
At this time, tears washed my face again and again.
I am in a daze.
The mood is getting deeper and deeper
God, please open your eyes.
Stop repeating your sad story.
Don't cut our chords.
The oath of eternal life
I want you to realize
The feeling of caring for each other lingers.
I don't want to miss it in my heart
From now on, I don't want to walk alone.
You travel alone
I want you to cultivate the stamens with me.
Pour into the mold
I hope you will go home as scheduled today.
I want you, I want your tenderness to dry me.
She was in tears.
I want you.
I hope you win. ......
Trickle project was completed on August 20th, 2006.
This is my tearful work.
Voice Modern Poetry 10 Tonight, look at your voice.
-Dedicated to Xiao Xuan, a singer who reads with her heart.
Text: Flowing clouds and flowing water
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Tonight, the whole city is asleep.
Only your voice.
Light up the night
It also ignited my dream.
With a ray of moonlight
Warm all the imagination.
Listen to me.
Heading and jointing grow in your voice.
/
We met in the flower season last year.
You use a low, sweet voice
Opened a beautiful place.
It's the season when grass grows and warblers fly.
Can you come to my written invitation again?
Singing softly with you in half an acre of poetry field
Walk through the vast sea of people
Crossing the hill of poetry
Inject fragrance into the field of poetry
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I saw you in your voice tonight.
I lit up my eyes with all my blessings.
All the words are full of happiness, happiness and happiness.
All wishes are wishful thinking, safe and auspicious.
My words are my wings.
Fly from my north to the south with you
As long as you are happy.
Is the best wish of my life.
/
Tonight, please allow me.
Harvest the sound above your voice.
Catch the imagination beyond my imagination.
Let my thoughts flow away.
A sail full of wind
Sail with your voice