Every time I put pen to paper, there is nowhere to tell.
I also yearn for those ancient rhymes.
Wind, flowers and snow, lotus pond and Spring Festival.
I wear it for running.
I always believe in my heart.
Environment is determined by thought.
Literature originates from thought.
This can explain why our words
There is always sadness.
Or why, in our words,
There is always a melody.
When I read other people's stories
I am passionate about myself.
I don't think this is funny.
The charm of words should be here.
Grab his heart.
Ranzhen womo
This summer has come as promised.
There is no medicine for the soul.
How to find it?
Sing a song in the dark
Drunk and laughing wildly
all
Not just right.
Where does ink come from?
I am here.
before the ink is dry
This text has not been finished yet.
Ink drop position
Subtle description
Finished. Who is it?
Mo Yan's modern poems 2 Mo Yan's youth v. frivolity,
The purpose is to establish heaven and earth in the heart.
The original model still exists,
Fame spreads far and wide, boasting about Tianshan Mountain.
Sunset red, sunset flying.
The smoke from cooking made the old woman very tired.
In early autumn, the breeze welcomes fasting,
The sun belongs to the moon, and people are haggard.
Year after year,
Get together and dream together.
If bosom friends are about the same age,
Soul flies with dreams, no regrets.
The sun shines, the moon sings Tanabata,
The magpie fairy dances with self-pity.
Farewell, dream reincarnation,
Two souls invaded the drunken galaxy.
Nothing can be done,
Queqiaozi is nothing.
The world is looking for a bosom friend,
The lights are dim, and the dream is once.
Let the rain beat on the west window,
The night wind awakens the sleepless flowers.
Missing the elderly is a kind of famine,
Tears of infatuation spilled on my skirt.
The breeze has been bleak for months.
Spoony people, etc.
Time flies like water.
Cherish your life without regrets.
Meet on Tanabata and get drunk together.
Heaven and earth wish * * *
It's tiring to be locked in love.
He who sees through the world of mortals breaks his heart.
Wake up after midnight and have a dream.
Tears spilled on the pillow and wet it.
Empty dreams are all resentment.
Laugh, cry and hate.
Love has been true since ancient times.
Mo Modern Poetry 3 Grateful Meeting, Cherish Having You.
Just because I like words.
Let's do it together.
Thick ink fragrance
Stick us together tightly.
The beauty of a poem
Get us drunk in the picture.
I thank God for his concern.
Let me meet the most beautiful you.
I will spend my life with feelings.
Care about this strange fate
Thick ink fragrance
Let's wrap our fingers around the incense.
A poem plays a melody.
In a gorgeous poem
Step on the elegant rhyme
Singing and laughing all the way
Sprinkle a handful of ink flowers, and the spring is charming.
Dancing tang style Song Yu
Shake out the beauty of Jiangnan
Let the mountains and rivers be beautiful
Brew sky blue
Thick ink fragrance
Let's join hands and stay together all the way.
Pick up the most beautiful words
Decorate the world of love
Let a wisp of ink get drunk and warm Jiangnan
Carve life as round as jade
Let time become fragrant.
Bloom our magnificent and peculiar faces.
Let the world be wonderful because of us
Let the ink bloom
Ignite love
Condensed into the most beautiful picture of Danqing.
Light ink, sprinkled all over the square.
A rose in bud
Beauty of the four seasons
A persistent heart
Embroidered with beautiful years
Let's hug.
Holding a wisp of ink
The drunkenness of embroidered flowers
Let the spring breeze push the flowers to bloom.
Let love blossom.
Open a unique charm.
Find a quiet place.
It's complicated to unload your heart.
Let the tired soul enjoy it.
A period of silence
Let the soul bathe in
A faint ink book in the sea
Fragrant words piled up one by one.
Different scenery
Look at the amazing lakes and mountains.
Swaying and fragrant, swirling
The weeping willows by the lake after the melting of ice and snow.
Yuanyang wandering in the middle of the lake
Feel ashamed
A lush stranger in summer
A gorgeous figure danced among the colorful flowers.
Smile in the drizzle
He dumped countless stupid men.
How many beautiful women envy and hate?
In the sunset
Red maple leaves are affectionate.
Waiting to see old friends again.
The full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival broke the sadness of homesickness.
I can't express my love for you.
Bypass countless vagrants
The pace of return
In the romantic chapter of falling snow and enjoying plum blossoms
Yiren hong Zhuang rou Qing
On the moonlit night at Bridge 24
Sing shallow and sing low.
The sound of the piano floated leisurely.
Warm winter and loneliness.
Close the beautiful scenery of flowers in four seasons.
The night outside the window is slowly pulling down the curtains.
My mind is still immersed in
In the ancient rhyme
Rain man's fallen flowers are very quiet.
Gently fall on the brow.
Charming autumn leaves are accompanied by falling snowflakes.
Floating in my heart
In the dark night
The pace is surprisingly light.
Soft moonlight in the sky
Put a veil on me.
Dance to your heart's content.
Hidden in the arms of poetry.
Never-ending butterflies exude ink fragrance.
Fly out
Obsessed with moonlight
dance lightly and gracefully
stare blankly
Feel deeply
Books can produce fragrance without the sigh of flowers.
Only the ocean of words.
Is to purify the mind.
The best bath pool
Mo's modern poems: 5. Mo's dance style is distinct.
Time is the most beautiful story.
It's fascinating to have a fleeting time.
I want to go to the mountains in the suburbs.
Take a walk by the lake
Even if it is not the prosperity of Luoyang.
It is also a beautiful spring.
On the grassland, in the morning breeze
The smell of tender grass is floating in the air.
There are birds singing and cicadas singing.
When you feel comfortable
Please borrow your pen and paper.
Write it down and make your heart move.
Even if it comes a little late.
They're still on their way.
Like a sunset in the twilight.
It's dawn, there must be a touching song.
The homing bird is the heartbeat on the horizon.
Wonderful moment, sunbathing on the other side of the mountain.
Under the passion and emotion
Mo Wu Feng Qing was born.
Be fascinated by the spring in front of you.
In a blink of an eye, it is a fruitful autumn.
Even though you were in high spirits yesterday, you can still hug each other.
Looking back, why not drink a toast?
Sunsets and clouds on the horizon
How many days have you met again?
Put down your work.
Let's get together,
"Ink Dance and Clear Rhyme" is a garden for you to learn.
It's also your job.
Don't be afraid to exaggerate shyness.
The vibrant spring is waiting for you.
Wonderful, will sing on your pen tip.
Don't hesitate, you are not a "singer"
You, don't indulge in poetry and painting
There are no horns and cars here.
You, sit quietly.
Have a cup of tea and a sip of wine, and spill the ink in your heart.
Mixed with tea and wine, the "ink dance breeze" drips here.
After many years, there is still a lingering fragrance in the lips.
Remember the guest room of Mo Dance Style?
Remember that square wooden table?
I remember the look in my eyes when I drink.
In autumn, the evening breeze blows gently.
The same beauty, the same singing.
Liu Yin in midsummer fascinated my eyes.
In the cold winter, the snowman is the most jealous and heartbroken.
The same hobby, the same pursuit.
If you are touched, please prepare a pen and paper.
Not exactly. I'll lend you one.
Sit down and have a drink of the poetry book in Mo Dance Style.
There is also a mood of ink.
Mo's Modern Poetry: 6 Mo's Feelings
Long years
Deep friendship is like the blue sky.
bright sunshine
Warm thoughts
Sincere blessing
A warm scent.
Possession of life's past
Long past
Deep thoughts are like a river.
Lost Years
Past time
Beautiful sadness
Touching decoration.
The pallor of life memory
Long feelings
It tastes like strawberries.
Fragile sadness
The taste of vicissitudes of life
Sour heart pulse
A kind of worry ignited.
Romantic fragrance of life
A faint smell of ink
Light loneliness is beautiful.
A fleeting fragment
The lens of reincarnation
Warm release
A heart light is on.
The secret hope of life
A faint, flat note.
The faint feelings are very elegant.
Millennium romantic
Eternal warmth
Sad and beautiful drift
A filtered ordinary pen
Romance in the dust of life
Easy life
Enjoy lightly, pure.
All guests.
Gathering and parting always follow fate.
Yan Wu chun guang Lao
While keeping the temperature low.
The wandering steps of life
Love comes from the heart.
Hear the tone of the song
The most beautiful music comes from the heart.
Your mood is right in front of my eyes
Deduct an absurd fairy tale of eternal love
The sound of laughter and the symbol of crying.
The purest love is stored in my heart.
Your memory is on my pillow.
Miss a misty rain and dust mirror dream.
People you know on your way.
The ideal destination is brewed in the mind.
Your shadow is in my heart.
The obsession of waiting for a fixed quiet time in life.
Deep affection and shallow love.
The most romantic acquaintance lingers in my heart.
Your whisper is in my ear.
Spring in the lingering season and the sadness of starry dreams have arrived.
A shocking heart, a confused soul.
The most fascinating static beauty stretches in my mind.
Your words are in my dream.
Look at a regretless life of perfect love.
A touching heart
The warmest smile blooms in my heart.
Your happiness is by my side
Leave a simple, beautiful and clean life.
Imagine life
Slow down the pace of life
Enjoy slowly
Life is as colorful as flowers.
Life is pure as snow.
Life is picturesque and colorful.
Beauty makes us embrace life.
Stretch a calm heart
A light taste
Life is like rain.
Life is like a song.
Life is like autumn, fruitful.
Purity makes us love the world.
Cater to the charm of nature
You are singing leisurely.
Life is full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm.
Life is passionate, firm and persistent.
Life is colorful and colorful.
Dreams make us look forward to the future.
Read all the beautiful scenery.
Talk easily and smoothly
Life is like a book, deep and heavy.
Life is like water, let it be.
Life is like a dream, romantic and pure
Thinking lets us grasp the future.
A long aftertaste of desolation
Pray silently.
Life is short, I want to be happy.
Life is changeable, and I must adapt to it.
Life is boring, I want to appreciate it.
Cherishing makes us happy.
Imagine a bright future.
Quiet precipitation
The tune of life is melodious and beautiful.
The river of life is choppy.
The rainbow of life is colorful.
Reading makes our life perfect.