Wild goose wings, sweeping clouds
A gust of wind brought a world.
A gust of wind changed a world.
Some people say that the wind is hypocritical and heartless.
Only fallen leaves can understand the heroic leap.
Don't know how to feel the good and bad of others
Have no right to make irresponsible remarks at will.
Before learning to walk, I want to stand on the highest peak.
The thorns on the road were not trampled down.
How can you polish your eyes and tell the direction?
Hypocrisy can only be true when facing the mother.
Every note in life has its place.
Games can only ruin youth.
Outside the city, you can't see the lights in the city clearly.
Misunderstanding became an excuse to lie.
The moonlight in the city cools the flowers and plants.
Turned away but was separated by a high wall.
How big the heart is, how vast the world is.
Every season has every fragrance of flowers.
Don't block your view with leaves.
Deciphering bloody camouflage with blx.
Watching them bump around, black and blue.
I don't know whether to cry or sing.
I am really standing here.
There's not a single dress.
This fur coat was given by my parents.
Definitely not the emperor's new clothes.
Everything in the world is in your heart.
People say that Yang Lin is a crazy monk who laughs and scolds.
Second, in a form, turn yourself over.
Put yourself in the corner of the city
See more cold faces.
Scriptures and Buddha statues in the ruined temple on the corner
Become a dusty decoration
Mottled and riddled with holes
The wide road is not a joke, Yuan Ye.
I can't find my way home with the map.
We are not children here anymore.
Delusion and innocence are just a dream that I don't want to wake up.
Hunger and cold can make a person mature overnight
The boss and the tramp are just across the street.
Homeless people stare at each other every day and want to be the boss.
The boss is afraid of becoming a tramp and dare not rest.
Time can change everything.
Can't change the law of survival
Going further and taking a step back are two situations.
Heaven and hell just have a little more love.
I don't know how many people knocked down the south wall.
But there are countless warriors waiting in line.
The martyrs cemetery is full.
Every successful person has a big or small guilt in his heart.
Do charity to make up for greed and selfishness.
How much donation does it take to bleach those things done in the dark?
What can I use to clean my heart?
And those black eyes
I have never hated the world, nor am I a cynical swordsman.
There is no one who has not bowed his head in front of the long road.
Even if one day I have nothing.
That spine is still straight, and you won't kill for desire.
I am not a Buddha or a hermit.
Just cross yourself with compassion and gratitude.
Feelings of modern poetry 2 Lotus leaves are green.
There are no bees or butterflies.
Sunny and rainy weather
Frogs sometimes sing and sometimes rest.
Birds fly in pairs.
Whisper softly and clearly
Suddenly a few strands of acacia
To whom?
A pink dream
Born in June
Why do you lose yourself for no reason?
unconsciously
Recall the past, review the past.
Never say goodbye.
Now look at the clouds and the dust is flying.
That is pure and pure.
Feeling that there is an emotion in modern poetry 3 that fills my heart and lingers.
This is the great teacher.
You, a loving mother,
Give full love to students;
You, gardener,
Work hard in the garden of the motherland;
You, the engineer of the human soul,
Build a life peak for students with wisdom.
There is a feeling of being everywhere and caring about life.
This is the selfless teacher.
Hard work has changed your face,
Time has taken away your youth,
The dust stained your bun white.
You sow with words, work with chalk,
Sweat watering, painstaking care nourishing,
And you, still with the same faith, full of passion.
This is a simple and great emotion,
This is a deep and warm feeling.
The motherland is always young,
Because you dedicated your youth to it.
Without too much,
Just a silent touch!
Modern Poetry Feelings 4 Pursuing Ancient Myths
There seems to be your experience and mine in the footprints.
Listen to the whispers on the magpie bridge
It's like deja vu.
Walk slowly in the breeze
Looking forward to the once romantic place all the way.
Looking forward to returning to the picture of the first heartbeat.
I saw it and came.
It's under the willow tree by the lake.
in sight
It seems that they are still interdependent.
Tonight, the lake in the moonlight
Still shining
Tonight, the willows in the breeze
The branches are still trembling.
Looking up at the Starry Sky
I feel that the flower of happiness blooms with extraordinary brilliance.
Let the Milky Way also make up a calm face.
Quietly enjoying the warm moment.
immersed
I flew out countless identical wishes.
I hope this happiness can slowly accompany the years.
age
The feeling of modern poetry 5 colorful summer
This is an ocean of flowers.
You are an intoxicating rose among flowers.
When you suffer in the hot sun
It is the wind, blowing white clouds.
Build you a shady place.
When the land that carries you is dried up
It is the wind that brings dark clouds and rain.
Moisturize every skin for you
Under the blue sky, roses have never seen the wind.
She only saw the clouds above her head.
She expressed her gratitude
It was the clouds that covered the burning sun.
It's the rain falling from the clouds.
Ross smiled.
She opened brighter against the clouds.
The wind is blowing quietly among the flowers.
He felt sorry for his transparency.
But he's happy.
Because roses bloom beautifully.
He was drunk.
Because roses smell good.
day by day ...
Xia is gone,
Autumn is coming …
Ross got a cold war under the dark clouds.
She thinks she needs more sunshine.
But the clouds still float happily on the rose's head.
It was the wind. He saw the rustling of roses.
He summoned up his courage.
Blow away the dark clouds over her head.
Holding the autumn sunshine for her.
Ross feels a little warm.
It gets colder every day in autumn.
It is the repeated sunshine that makes the roses bloom longer in autumn.
……
Ross looked up at the sky faintly.
The wind is driving away the clouds.
Let the sun shine on her all the time.
She finally saw the wind flying in the clouds.
She smiled and she cried.
She is very happy.
Understand the feeling of the wind.
She was very sad.
Missed the time of stay.
……
Feng, I'm coming …
In the bleak, the rose withered.
Petals of tears
Dance slowly in the autumn wind
This is a cool autumn!
The wind also becomes strong and slightly cold.
Wind, autumn wind
Dancing desolate
Dance with sadness
He will blow away all the clouds in the sky.
Only one day is sunny. ...
Still on that land
In the wind of dying roses
It is a begonia that smiles at the wind.
Yes, begonia.
Her enthusiasm and joy.
She remembers that the rain in the wind moistened the land.
Let her buds grow sturdily
When the rose is in full bloom, she is still a bud.
Autumn. Her bud finally opened.
Her memory of pursuing the wind is only open.
She gave all her enthusiasm to the wind. ...
Wind, autumn wind
Roll up fallen leaves
Like snow in the clouds
Blowing coldly from Haitang.
Please forgive the indifference of autumn wind.
Because, when you find out
Although the wind is still the wind
But it's long gone Summer fever ...
The feeling of modern poetry 6 purple flower umbrella
Meditate in the rain
All the worries
This is the sound of raindrops.
Days after rain
More depressed
So love was planted.
It will surely take root and sprout.
Really want to
Want to lock the heavy door
A troubled past
Turn into floating dust
Only see the blooming water lilies.
Smile like spring
Wake up suddenly
Life is a season of blooming flowers.
rain and dew
There will be beads.
Look at the pool full of white lotus roots.
Maybe it's a lotus.
afflicted with wounds of all descriptions
But still in love.
soul
Seven stories of growing up in the cold in modern feeling poetry
Through the lines of spring
The festival chapter is vague.
The content of different emotions is harmonious.
The rhythm of poetry
Pop up a string of words about Heart Lake.
Take out an old black and white photo.
You draw the hazy moon and the sun.
This is the beauty of poetry.
The poetic realm opens up a secluded path for you.
You moved forward and became a master of poetry.
You run or give up your ideas.
How many poems are graceful?
Sing together, the ring of the sun
Know poetry well
Song calls for the soft light of the moon.
Quiet as a lotus in a poem
Feelings of modern poetry 8 Hongyan passes books and fish passes rulers.
Migratory birds offer love, and the wind sends their hearts.
With silent thoughts of the bright moon in Yin Lun, I will keep my eternal love for you and me.
Blue spring is gentle as water, and the sunshine is warm and refreshing.
Love is in exile, and two emotions are calling.
My heart is suffering, and I miss my dream.
Queqiao Road is still difficult to walk, but never giving up is the real dream.
Wan Li came all the way to tell a love story, and the clouds and clouds looked at the horizon.
Long love, morning light and bright moon.
Long in my heart, fragrant purple.
Ripples burn braised powder, and deep feelings appear in the blue waves.
Cleverly cut brocade flowers, build a bridge of the Milky Way, and meet you and me.
Stars are the essence of life.
The sky is vast and the stars are shining.
Love is long-lasting, love is in mind, and blood is full of aura.
Bees and butterflies dance together, geese and Qi Fei laugh, and the breeze reflects the joy and heart.
Hand in hand, sail in the sky, praise the feelings of heaven and earth,
The boat of love, the fragrance of love,
Beautiful attachment, lingering.
The Milky Way writes the story of lovers, and the rainbow builds the prosperity of Tanabata.
The wind blows the blue mirror image of the sea, and the moon renders the beauty of Valentine's Day.
The feeling of modern poetry tells me how to miss her.
Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
The dead trees shook in the cold wind.
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
Motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
homeland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
homeland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
homeland
my dear motherland