Love songs in the west sea,
Singing until the tile leaks and the cold seeps,
Tears fell from my heart.
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Promise me you won't get lost,
But you travel around the world like the wind,
Leave me by the Wangchuan River.
Through a stream of autumn water,
Standing on the other side like a flower,
Flowers and leaves never meet.
These two feelings are wrong,
Millennium bagpipes,
The sadness of green calyx is a lonely wait.
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Waiting to be washed and heartbroken,
Just like the song I sang:
"Love is like a broken kite, which can't stop your promise.
I'm waiting,
Warm spring at the top of the snowy mountain.
Waiting for the platform period,
Lonely geese returning from melting ice and snow. "
Waiting for you, get back to the boat.
All three students are hairy, and I care all my life.
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Rain, wind,
I'm waiting,
Even if you choke on fireworks,
She was in tears,
Looking for you in the crowd, I am crazy.
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Wait, see Fang Zun,
Put all your eggs in one basket,
Quietly behind the poem,
Chew your sweet words.
The wind has scars,
Like willow branches beating against the lake,
Reflected between the lake and the moon,
I'm drunk.
Last year's song,
Love song for you,
Until the beauty fades and the snow falls.
Do you know I'm waiting for you?
Waiting for the moment when modern poem 2 sent his son away.
Suddenly I feel that you are around.
My worries
Because of your heavy fist.
The same train
The same station
Full of the same deep love
On the night of April 2,
I often dream of your face.
My deep thought
Fermented by your desire.
The same Mid-Autumn Festival full moon
It's also a long night.
The same dream turned into a dim light.
You are not strong, let alone stalwart.
But also fearless, no regrets.
Swallow the bitterness of life
Overcome the obstacles of fate
Take one's own responsibility
I always think of it when I am unhappy.
How can your sick body survive the mourning day?
Grandpa's ashtray is full of your difficulties.
It's hard to refresh grandma's smiling face ...
Always be grateful on holidays.
How can your thin shoulders stir up the mountain of parenting?
Brothers and sisters deserve your kindness.
Kindness is our eternal property.
Now, you are drifting away.
Live in a clear and quiet harbor
I copied your footsteps and approached your long-cherished wish.
Adjust my sail and sail for your other shore.
Looking forward to being like you.
No regrets!
Waiting for Modern Poetry 3 Walking often gets lost.
And then start spinning.
Until I'm exhausted
Finally, in a daze, I had a new dream.
Some of them are staged.
Some are directional.
When I opened my eyes again,
The world is different.
I often hear all kinds of voices.
But I don't know which one is calling me.
So I covered my head.
Keep dreaming that waking dream.
When people are dizzy
We really need a voice to guide us.
Even if it is weak.
At least this is a sober wind.
This voice may be friendship.
Maybe it's love and affection
Go through a period of chaos
The heart will return to the original sky.
Occasionally, here and there
Still spinning in the same place
Waiting for the breeze.
Shake my heavy heart.
Waiting for Modern Poetry 4 Don't wait until you want to be elegant, then smile;
Don't wait to be loved, to give;
Don't wait until you are lonely to remember your friends.
Don't wait for a good position to work hard;
Don't wait until you don't remember others' advice;
Don't wait until you are sick to realize the fragility of life;
Don't wait until it's time to break up to regret not cherishing your feelings;
Don't wait for others to admire you before you believe in yourself;
Don't wait for someone to point out your mistake;
Don't wait until you have money to help others;
Don't wait until you die to find that you don't really love life.
Waiting for Modern Poetry 5. I can wait.
Build with heart
Spiritual castle
I can wait.
With action
Open up a happy road
I can wait.
Rational and mature love
No matter how it ends.
Guard your soul and never leave.
I can wait.
Don't look me in the eye.
Occasionally dim colors
You just need freedom and happiness.
I can wait.
Although I can't walk out of the night now
Can't catch your eye.
Maybe turn around.
There was a shoulder accident.
But I will still wait
I insisted on waiting.
Like an investment in life.
Your place has the light of my existence.
I have love in my heart, and so do you.
Even if I have insomnia for countless days.
In the end, it will also be my rare feeling of happiness.
My castle, my happiness avenue.
Thank you for your love.
I love you, so my life is wonderful.
Love you, now I can wait.
No matter how long it takes, in these years,
I will always support you.
Don't be afraid of the wind, and don't be afraid of no wind.
Free to relax.
I will protect your life.
Waiting for Modern Poetry 6 Want to pick a bluegrass.
Put it in the corner of the table.
Fragrant fragrance
Follow my dreams.
Want to plant a buttonwood tree
In the heart garden
Like butterfly leaves.
Keep giving me the strength to move forward.
but
It's winter.
Fallen leaves are floating everywhere.
Only cold, frost and snow exert their charm.
I don't know
Such continuous days and expectations
Will it synthesize a complete dream?
Let me smell the scent of bluegrass when I am tired.
Indus appears in the sun.
although
Such a scene
Appear in a dream
I don't know
A snowy winter
Greedy dreams in my window
and
An idea that has been brewing for a long time.
Yes or no
After all, no game can only be deduction.
And my beloved bluegrass
But the plane tree I'm looking forward to
Will it become a plot?
Often put the expected scene
Silhouette into pieces of missing.
although
In his own novels,
Exclusive afternoon sunshine.
Release as scheduled
perhaps
No one will know.
When everything
When it turns into rumors and phantoms
Only wait and never return.
Will bear the heavy price of loss.
Once and now
And the future.
Waiting for modern poetry 7, you say,
By this time tomorrow,
Will definitely come.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
Your voice just fell,
My happiness,
Elephants have wings,
Gently,
In this small room,
Fly and spin.
Look around the house,
As always,
Nothing has changed,
But in my eyes,
They are all painted with happy colors.
Little monkey in the corner,
Wearing flowery clothes,
With a peach in his hand,
Turn your eyes to one side,
So smart and cute.
Plum blossoms on the grassland,
Small flowers like stars,
Pink hasn't changed at all,
Who says flowers will fade,
This dried plum dish puts people's ideas,
Completely subverted,
From last year to now,
Has always maintained an open attitude.
She's not in the vase,
It has obviously reached my heart.
You say,
By this time tomorrow,
Will definitely come.
You know,
Since then,
My sky is full of clouds and breezes,
There will be no shadows,
Happiness lies ahead.
Smiling and waving to me,
To understand,
The sweetest thing,
Nothing else,
But wait. ...
Waiting for Modern Poetry 8 I am waiting by the river of love,
Full of joy and passion, I look forward to your return.
The river rushes forward with the waves,
I was already in a panic.
I'll wait for you quietly,
However, a swallow flew overhead.
Leave a dim voice and say goodbye. ...
I know you won't come again in this life,
However, I still stubbornly wait for your return.
Waiting for Modern Poetry 9 Busy with the odds and ends of life
Or linger in the scene after scene of the text?
Of course, during this time.
Neglect, family greetings
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Turn around suddenly
There is a pain that permeates the atrium.
I let those kind eyes
How much care and sadness?
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The faint moonlight enveloped the earth.
The wind blew into the soft part of the atrium.
Tears of missing
Slip on silent paper
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There are flowers everywhere.
I can't resist the concern of my family.
I wonder how my mother is recently?
I wonder how many white hairs my mother has on her head.
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The cool moonlight refreshes the skin.
Missing poured out at night.
There are many mountains and shadows, and there are boundless clouds and water.
I seem to see my mother standing at the intersection overlooking the distance.
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Mom! children
Just pay attention to the flowers and plants here
But I forgot, it's over there
Mother waited through autumn water.
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We agreed not to let you feel the end and silence.
Don't let you wait for my news in endless days.
Don't let your vicissitudes of life feel bleak.
Son, no, no.
Waiting for the modern poem 10, my hand is still waving.
Looking for your trace
You will also touch happiness.
Confiscate all happiness
At the same time, my steps are too heavy.
Crawl along the endless road
I wonder how long it will take.
If the deadline is too long
In the spring and autumn period
Could it be me again?
Suddenly afraid
There are always several galaxies in the distance.
I can't say what I like.
Be bought away by loneliness
Who will meet me again?
Words will not change in this life.
You can't take this street.
Just chatting alone.