Accustomed to being buried in the dark
All the terrible past
Neons at night and streets at night
The city at night, the feeling at night.
The smell of night is everywhere.
Stroll around every corner of the street.
Busy booths can be seen everywhere.
A steady stream of pedestrians is bustling.
I saw their faces.
Full of happiness
However, all this is the same, and it has nothing to do with me.
I'm just a Nightcrawler who came with the wind.
Come with the wind, go with the wind
Passing in a hurry has nothing to do with you and me.
It has nothing to do with romance
This has nothing to do with love in this world.
It won't last long to stop once in a while.
In a flash into the vast sea of people.
Disappear without a trace
You don't know me. I don't blame you.
Just like I don't understand you.
I don't understand the darkness of the night in this city.
Neon lights and cheerful pedestrians
And this materialistic age.
Modern poetry at night deceived me for two nights.
Let me sleep.
The train is waiting for you to gallop in the dream.
Try hard, but I can't get rid of it.
Just because your steps are in a hurry
The coconut wine and shells you brought back.
Sunshine and the beach.
In the late autumn night, the birds are very quiet.
fallen leaves
I can only chase in the dark.
Breakfast; Early; In the early days; shift to an earlier time
What can I do for you?
It's just a steaming cup of soybean milk.
I took out all the coins.
What can I do for you?
Just use your hands to protect the temperature.
I am a barren mother.
What can I do for you?
Is to let you wait in the cold wind
Just because there is a belief.
A cup of soybean milk
From a Place of Darkness
Irrigation of mother river
Kid! on hand
erect
uncomfortable
I don't want to dream.
I don't want to be in the daytime
Don't want to see a noisy quarrel
I don't want to see a dispute between right and wrong.
Still coming.
Indifferent between black and white
No, after my morning exercise.
No, after I send my children to school.
There is a kind of depression.
There is a kind of depression.
A calm day
the sunny day
No smoke curled up.
There is no clear Sanskrit.
Enjoy this quiet morning.
uncomfortable
wheel
Gallop, gallop
A mixture of cars and people.
The manic city began to twitch inexplicably.
Gather, quarrel
Let the passion run out
Wheels, shuttle in the city.
It's only a moment from warmth to wyndell dichinson.
First aid, shout
Let the home stop beating.
Still whistling
Still arguing
Come on, come on.
The wind roared past the wheels.
With the curse of the night.
Who has balls?
Start (a disease)
Aspirin
Come on, my friend.
I have a lot of aspirin here.
I'm a manufacturer.
It's an intermediary drug dealer, a public hospital
This is a clinic facing the street.
Really, if necessary.
I can give it to you anytime.
Let your madness slowly disappear
Let your feverish temperature drop.
At night
I can't bear to see you.
See you screaming in the dark.
Come on! friend
I have too many aspirin here.
Waiting for you, welcome.
I don't want them to rot.
I need someone with a high fever.
Because I am a profiteer.
Don't refund your money if you have a high fever.
albumen
I know you have exhausted your strength.
I know you have a high fever and talk a lot of nonsense.
Come on, I've prepared soybean milk for you.
I really can't, and there is egg white.
Protein with increased nutrition
A cup of soybean milk
Just a poor mother
10 gram of protein can make treacherous drug dealers rich.
Until you burn to the brink of collapse.
You know, you're crazy enough to make a fortune on drug dealers.
No problem.
Start (a disease)
The hospital is waiting for you and the community clinic is waiting for you.
It doesn't matter if you don't drink poor mother's soybean milk.
It doesn't matter if protein doesn't lie to drug dealers.
Not to mention the old mother far away.
Tremble, cry
worry about you
Modern poetry in the dark iii. Heart, it hurts.
Pain from the depths of the soul
Tears are like broken beads.
Can't help it ..
A person curled up in bed.
Lonely nights wrap me like a giant spider web.
I struggled and feared in the dark.
Longing for the salvation of others
It's really dead silence.
in the dark
I am a lonely soul.
Wake up again
It's also painful to wake up.
A persistent cough
Make a person's night even more sad.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Is it because someone cares or loses a person's love?
What kind of mood?
I have the courage to bear it.
That shouldn't belong to me.
Tears filled my wound.
Learn to forget.
Forget your own heart
Forget the soul
Forget the happiness you once thought.
Forget yourself.
To avoid injury.
I'm a fool,
Son of heaven, the first fool
A little pity and care from others
I will cry happily,
In this world,
At least I'm not forgotten
most of the time
When I was wandering alone in the street
Turn around suddenly
The smiling face around me doesn't belong to me.
That moment
I have been forgotten in the vast sea of people
Confused and unable to find the direction
Even a little bit of happiness.
Never thought it belonged to me
one day
Will disappear
but I ...
Leave only sadness
forget
To avoid injury.
accept
Destined for a lifetime of pain
Modern poetry in the night iv. Please leave me alone in the dark.
I want to be quiet. Very quiet. Quiet to stillness.
Then I won't be heartbroken. I won't get lost. Don't think too much.
God: Why does my time pass so slowly?
God: Why can't my life be shortened?
God: Why don't you take away my sadness? Why do you leave me alone?
Too much sadness to tell.
I endure the loneliness brought by the night alone.
I'm the one who suffers from family rejection.
Who can tell me. How should I live my life?
There are scars on the wrist. Repeated cutting day after day.
Every time I cut it, I was thinking. What else do I have?
Quietly curled up in a corner. Quiet listener's sad song.
Quietly watching the wound bleed slowly.
I smiled. Because I only use pain to paralyze my loneliness. Afraid.
I'm afraid of the dark. But I chose to sit with the lights off.
Because only fear can keep me awake at night.
Because. I want to see a quiet me in the dark. Can't anyone touch him?
Always with my doll. It is broken.
But I can't bear to throw it away. Because. Only it can listen to my pain quietly.
Because. If it is abandoned. It will also be very painful. I'm afraid it's just like I can't give others warmth.
I'm afraid it thinks it won't have any more relatives.
I won't leave it.
Dim lights. Pale words. Quiet dolls and lonely me tell a sad life.
A forced smile hurts my heart. ...
A little lonely
A little sad
Each other's steps
Different starting points
distant view
But it's confusing ...
Once, beautiful moments were condensed into farfetched.
Nowadays, a short gaze has become a luxury.
When tears flow into my heart.
When the smile becomes reluctant
Why are you looking?
Lost my way. ...
Modern poetry in Night 5 is crazy, listening to broken strings and amber melodies over and over again. ...
At the beginning, I read your story while listening to the broken string, and then I cried.
Yesterday, while reading the story of chopsticks and listening to amber, I only shed tears.
It's like listening to two vicissitudes of life, telling their passionate lives in that sad music background. Very touching ... when it comes to emotion, tears welled up.
I said, each of you has a song of your own. You just laughed. I said, I don't understand your story, but I know that the feeling is very sad and beautiful, so I, an outsider, watched you perform my life in the circle, only moved and then shed tears. You just said I was poetic.
So, I found the words pale and weak. ...
Chopsticks said yesterday that you are very complicated. At that time, I thought, are people complicated? I think you are not complicated. Didn't you say you were just a child?
No, I just found out today that you are really complicated. Complex people tend to get tired easily. Are you tired?
Chopsticks said yesterday that you are very happy with me. I thought at that time, are you happy? But I can't find the answer. I only know that you typed a few "hehe" at most. Is this your smile?
Chopsticks also said yesterday that they hoped our relationship would continue. So, let's say goodbye today, which is really dramatic ... I just wonder, if he said yesterday that he hoped our friendship would end, would we still avoid this play today?
Time flies, right? Your last sentence was goodbye, not goodbye. I think I really won't see you again in the future ... The story, here, came to an abrupt end silently. ...
At night, dancing.
How can broken strings be connected again?
You can't hear my feelings.
Your transformation is like a broken string.
No matter how you answer the phone, it won't change you. I know I'm silent, and you don't talk much.
What is missing between us?
Oh, after I laughed
The expression is finally a little sad, holding your hand.
I asked if you decided to go again. I suddenly let go of my laughter and walked around halfway up the mountain.
Shake and shake in the wind, coming to you.
Your tears fell, and you said you would remember me.
I also bent my mouth and laughed at who your beauty was given to.
Chase me or not.
I know the leaves have left the tree.
The world that belongs to the earth has withered.
Play the broken string again.
My world, you are not here.
My fingertips have cocoons.
I still can't let you stay with me. How to connect the broken string?
You can't hear my feelings.
Your transformation is like a broken string.
No matter how you answer the phone, it is wrong.
I can see that this song belongs to you because of your change, and it is also the first song that makes me emotional, so I fell in love with this song, and I don't know whether it is the former or the latter ... I just think it is beautiful.
Modern poetry in the dark 6 1. Close all the mood, use the sharpness of a piece of paper to divide the pallor.
The cracks in front of us can't squeeze in a glimmer of hope.
I still insist, stop the steps of right and wrong.
Play it as always.
2. nervousness is only temporary. No one woke me up, a dead heart.
The tolerance in the fist includes sweat and ink.
Before the thunder sounded, the nib swallowed up the roar.
Until sunset locked myself in a dark room, I still stubbornly lit a lamp in my heart.
It was stupid at that time. Silly, but I don't know why I'm so stupid. It's dark all over the sky.
Why do you always dress up as a meteor and try to pick a crescent moon in the ancient sky?
Worship a dead grass as a ray of sunshine.
Then, I persisted and let my dream drown in the galaxy.
Those souls silted by stars are like eggs and stones.
A group of wolves are pitying me and a group of gentlemen are comforting me.
In the monochrome of the night, I gave away the long-cherished truth alone.
When emotional tears swept away the dust, I clearly saw that Mr. Wang's eyes showed jumping colors.
Those colors gradually changed to green.
And I, still insisting, refused from the final belief: that is not the same as the luster of the stars.
5. I have no choice, black and white forgive, black advantage, black air. A body surrounded by black.
Color monopolizes the dimming lamp, hoping to be reflected in gray,
I have no choice but to insist,
Let the soul persist, persist, persist until dawn!
Modern Poetry in the Night 7 Me in the Night
A prelude to rain.
It kept raining at night,
You can only see the bright spot through the window,
That voice is very annoying,
That voice is joy,
How important your environment is,
We are laughing, and so is the rain.
We are crying and the rain is crying.
A prelude to the wind.
The wind can't blow in the light,
But still insist in the dark,
Static closed glass window,
Stop all hope,
Sometimes you can't get through,
But standing outside the window,
Appreciate everything in the window,
Sometimes choices can only be passive.
The end of the storm.
Dawn doesn't come for darkness,
The arrival of darkness will be the prelude to dawn.
The modern poem of the night sends you away at that moment.
My heart is broken.
Cool all your enthusiasm.
Do you know how much I hate it?
Just looking for a corner
Can bear too much helplessness.
It's suddenly strange to us.
Maybe only silence can let go.
Want to forget your thick eyebrows
Want to forget your square face
Pray to god to stop counting.
How many thoughts have I cut off?
The lonely world is empty.
Memories are flooding here.
Do you feel cold?
Can you wait for me to have a look?
It's my fault that I missed you.
When tears rush.
I realized how fragile I was.
Never want to open my eyes again
Please stay away from me.
I don't want you to see my sadness.
Feel on tiptoe.
The endless sky
This is not the result I want.
Messed up the lost calendar
Nobody can stop me from crying.
Put away the blacklist
Pretend nothing happened.
Turn around smartly
Pack your bags and sing.
Let the darkness engulf me
Tick tock tick tock
It's the time.
Tick tock tick tock
Those are tears.
Tick tock tick tock
Seikkala Niskala
Tick tock tick tock
More and more far
I can't understand your indifference.
Alienate your tomorrow.
A friend, how are you?
Too bad you'll never hear it again.
Tick tock tick tock
Rain hits tile eaves
Tick tock tick tock
Infiltrate into the deep heart
Tick tock tick tock
Remote response and remote call
Tick tock tick tock
Who is sighing?
Tick at night
Constant sound
The modern poem of night 9 "Farewell to night! 》
-Lemon tree
Growth, the process of biological cycle.
I am not a creature, but I am growing.
But I don't want to grow up, okay?
Say goodbye to the night that accompanied me.
Sorry, I can't.
I am not the wind, and the wind blows without leaving a trace.
Lemon trees collected by the author
September 9th in autumn.
There is also a poem by the ancient teacher "Celebrating the Double Ninth Festival":
September 9th in autumn.
Chrysanthemum wine in early September,
Step on the autumn to worship the ancient source of ancestors.
Today is the day for the elderly,
The custom of respecting the elderly has been circulating for a long time.
Note: The ninth day of the ninth lunar month is the Double Ninth Festival, also known as the Spring Festival in ancient times.
Traditionally, ancestor worship, double ninth festival cake and chrysanthemum wine are required.