Chapter One: Appreciation of Modern Inspirational Poetry
When you walk under my window,
Bless me,
Because the light is still on.
The lights are on-
In the dark night,
Like a drifting fishing fire.
You can imagine my cabin,
Like a boat propelled by a strong wind.
But I didn't sink,
Because the light is still on.
The lights are on-
When the curtains show shadows,
That means I'm old,
Without the unrestrained posture, the back is even more camel than before.
But it's not my heart that's aging,
Because the light is still on.
The lights are on-
It took advantage of such a hot relationship,
Answer greetings from all directions;
The lights are on-
With great pride,
Above and below oppression.
Oh, when did the lamp have a distinct personality?
Ever since you got to know me.
Because the light is still on,
Bless me,
When you walk under my window ...
Chapter Two: Appreciation of Modern Inspirational Poetry
We can cheat others.
But you can't deceive yourself.
As we move towards a prosperous May,
Youth is no longer mysterious.
Upward road
It's always stumbling
Always keep the original romance.
Really not easy
Someone is sad.
Some people are happy.
When we crossed a high mountain,
I also crossed a real self.
Chapter Three: Appreciation of Modern Inspirational Poetry
I want to say to you, my love,
My lover is a shy person,
She is shy and has a red face.
Peach lips and blue heart.
She has a pair of big black eyes.
Dare not look into my big black eyes-
No, that's because she's shy,
When I leaned against her chest,
You could say her eyes changed color,
The blue color, the color of her heart.
She has slender hands,
When I am worried, it will comfort me.
She has a clear and charming voice,
It's just gentle with me,
Gentle enough to melt my heart
She is a quiet girl,
She knows how to love someone who loves her,
But I can't tell you her name,
Because she is a shy lover.
Chapter Four: Appreciation of Modern Inspirational Poetry
Women make waves, and the beach is at your feet.
Close your eyes gently.
The sun rises from the mast, Ran Ran.
At this time, the mind is already the sea.
Open your arms and embrace the sea.
The sound of the waves is the future.
Listen carefully, you can hear the flowers on the other side.
The ears of the sea like the sound of seagulls.
That's an outstretched arm.
Che Yun is back, jade bracelet on her wrist.
It's turned into nipple breathing
Only seawater can nourish oases.
High on the top of the mountain, still flowing in the blood vessels.
In the mountain stream, the shepherd boy piccolo
Blue waves rippling, always looking for the sea.
Turn the huqin into ripples in the sea.
Wet sound, from the fingers of the right hand.
Flowing to the left finger, kapok
Make waves in the desert.
All the ripples, layer by layer to the castle peak.
Chapter Five: Appreciation of Modern Inspirational Poetry
If I die, they want to write a biography for me.
That's too easy to handle.
I only have two appointments-birthday and death.
All the remaining days make me.
I can easily describe it.
I live like a madman.
I love things, and I am not sentimental at all.
I have never had an insatiable desire,
Because I never follow blindly.
For me,
Hearing is never as good as seeing at the same time.
I know it's true,
Everything is different;
I know this with my eyes,
Never rely on ideas.
If you understand with your mind, you will eventually find that there is no difference between the two.
One day, I was sleepy like a child.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
By the way, I am the only natural poet.
Chapter six: Inspirational appreciation of modern poetry.
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.