Thanks to my friend's modern prose poem Part I: Friend, you touched me, friend, you touched me.
? Friends who give me space.
Snow wolf
There is a kind of mood that moves me.
Is my friend as transparent as cicada?
Give it to me in Jiangnan water town
Warmest wishes
There is a kind of care that moves me.
Is my honest friend.
Send it to the northern border for me.
The most precious gift
There is a kind of warmth that moves me.
Is my sincere friend.
Have a pair of fiery little hands.
Pull my big hand forward
There is a kind of power that moves me.
Is my clear friend.
In a simple way.
Illuminate my journey forward
I am a sincere friend.
I know. Me? Works? immature
But you used a kind of fraternity and tolerance.
I was moved to tears.
Modern Prose Poems Thanks to Friends Part II: Old Friends Author: Haining Xiang
speak
Always so kind
although
Not much to say.
smile
Still so innocent
although
Have been separated for many years
hue
Still touching.
although
After drinking
Ambiguous, ambiguous
Fifteen years
well
wake up from a dream
No longer young.
probably
Been apart for too long.
I forgot to communicate.
probably
Dreams drift too far.
There will be awakening.
in fact
bluntly
Love and affection blend together.
smile
Take a deep look
Such as spring breeze
Skim through the cold winter
Like wine.
Thick and mellow
Thanks to my friends for their modern prose poems. Part III: Friends, some people say,
All the friends in this world are hypocritical,
That's because he didn't meet friendship,
My best friend,
Always the best,
Who knows my heart best,
She can read my mind,
It can also help me recover in time,
In fact,
I don't need her to give me anything,
As long as she is happy.
She always called me stupid,
Call me stupid,
But I always say,
My body usually teaches me a problem or a solution.
Always,
Very tacit understanding to say with me:
? A girl is bigger than the sky?
In my opinion, this is the best,
bestie
Modern Prose Poetry 4: Miss friends and watch the twinkling stars in the sky.
Reminds me of my friends far away.
Where are you now? Have you changed your appearance?
Do you remember the time together?
And that childish fantasy
Now is at the top of the dream.
Still living in a distant country?
Look at those falling dreams and the fleeting time.
Where are we going after one journey after another?
It drifted year after year and set sail again and again.
Is there a storm, and the original wish has come true?
Where are you going, my dearest friend?
You want to change the world and let the reality bow in front of you.
Or let the years dry your body?
Blow your brows.
What do you want, my dearest friend?
Ordinary is definitely not good, so you must be nervous.
Or is it doomed to be in contradiction and struggle?