Through a light-colored meteor.
On a quiet night,
Everything seemed so quiet,
My heart is also calm.
Occasionally, the breeze blows,
The treetops rustled,
The water is also rippling.
I enjoyed such a wonderful evening,
Quiet, faint happiness.
Looking up at the stars,
Dark blue,
It hangs above the earth like a huge sapphire.
The stars twinkle,
Those are doll's eyes,
Blink, blink.
Moon, look at all this,
Emit her unique light,
Guard everything.
In this world,
There's nothing better than human decay,
Tonight is a washed mind,
It's not people who are purified,
But this world.
Without the scorching sun,
There is no light.
In the dark,
It uses weak light,
Warm everything.
Modern Poetry of the Night 2: Half-bucket escalator building for pouring wine
Look at the desolate eyes and spit.
Poor and helpless, a doll
Bury this hatred in a pool of mud and silt
Cool breeze and cold words set each other off.
Pear flower sad body swimming in the air.
Beautiful city paid with a smile.
Where to go with your ugly head down?
It's hard to talk about smiling.
It's hard to joke.
The skin is shallow and cheap, and it is difficult to move.
Stick to the end of the wind.
Melissa Zhou urged wintersweet to cry.
The old swallow did not return to the nest and secretly cried.
The mountains and rivers shook and the clouds were gathering.
Time flies and hate has been abandoned.
Tears are flying in the air.
Self-locking without distractions
Smile and envy others.
There are tears in the world of mortals cup.
Cross the ocean or sink.
Magnificent and vast Ding Gankun
An ethereal thing is like dust.
Nothing to do, etc.
Laughter and hate in the wind.
The most is the red flower sighing dust.
Falling petals are not heartless changes.
Destroying spring mud is the first lesson.
The Milky Way likes to be a tomb.
Two hearts apart, hate and self-styled
Of course, I mourned for nine nights.
In the dream, Gan Kun, butterfly and butterfly meet.
Tears filled my eyes.
But my beloved won't agree.
When it needs to be dispersed and returned to dust.
Finally, be willing to be ungrateful.
3 thousand weak water alone with you
Regret not getting drunk with you
If I am guilty of everything, I don't know where I am guilty.
End up like a loser
The thin body buried the tears of self-esteem.
Standing alone. Yes
Meet in private in shame.
Why complain about right and wrong?
There is a saying that men love to hate tears.
Don't want to die, jade pieces.
Public anger can hardly be said to make people feel inferior.
Or will Wan Bi be ashamed alone?
The crime of infatuation in the world of mortals
Drunk, dreaming, dead, don't feel tired
Huang Jiang is drunk and lonely.
Still waiting for the Spring Hundred Flowers Fair.
I can't bear to cry at night.
Tears in dreams will not move.
Suddenly look from a distance.
I drank half the dust and frost.
New Year's Eve should be a new atmosphere.
I became a wax figure in silence.
Every time it rains, the double curtains will rain.
The world of mortals in the grave is real.
Mo Tao at dusk and sunset.
I only hate broken poor families.
Lai Chan wants to appreciate the beauty of birds.
It's like dreaming.
A spring breeze congratulates Guangsha.
Fireworks flying on the cheeks
You are in a dimly lit house.
I am scattered all over the world.
This is a sobering experience.
Or nothingness and eternal love?
Go through all the hardships, along the way
When it is difficult, the birds are not there.
There's no need to complain.
Let the dust in the wind mourn.
Tears turned pale overnight.
A thousand swords are in my heart.
In autumn, hide the hot air in your arms and crush it carefully.
The meniscus peeps at the annual affectionate gaze.
I tasted fragrant tea, and I remember what you said about Na Pianhai.
This season, we must filter the pure and unrestrained.
Tonight, someone must be happy at the seaside.
In the distance, someone made a detailed inventory of his memory.
The cup is full of your eyebrows and your smiling face.
The most joyful thing is your seductive promise. You must have forgotten.
The cactus on the windowsill said, you must remember.
That ugly thing must be a genius. He always tells lies and makes me fall for it.
Once infatuated with a pair of lonely wings
Always want to fly over the cursed despair
I once had a crush on you, like a sun flower longing for the light.
I thought I could hold a warm password and never forget it.
But I never imagined that the blazing flame would never escape the blue light.
The moon has set in the west, and the darkness blocked your way when you came.
The wind hurt that cloud, and it can't find your direction anymore.
Magpie Bridge must be very busy tonight, I didn't go.
Because I'm not someone's beloved weaver girl.
There is no cowherd I miss on the bridge.
Night Modern Poetry 4 Fantasy Stepping on Loneliness
from a distance
Acacia under the starlight
Spin in the still night
Write a poem from a past event.
Written on February 14.
It began to rain lightly.
The sky is full of new ideas of acacia.
Release at cold midpoint
The warmth of early spring drove away the cold.
Miss flies with temperature.
Draw a picture holding hands.
Stick to the' heart door'
One word
Enough to make spring blossom in my heart.
The cold current occupied the sky.
Romantic rain is coming.
Blurred light
Who is walking arm in arm?
Footprints fell on the newly-built square.
Air wetting
Soften the reverie at night
Another February 14.
Same but not similar.
Modern Poetry Night 5- 1
A moonless summer night
A gloomy day is just around the corner.
Look at the day through the window.
Waiting for your smile to appear.
Looking blankly-happiness?
I only saw the stars falling on the eaves.
Reach out and pick it up.
Scattered with broken memories
The night wind suddenly struck.
Only then did I realize that my cheeks were wet with tears.
two
Put the pillow on the window and stare at the sky.
Loneliness is a person's world
The moon left, but stayed.
Tangled tears and thoughts
Write a letter with pen and hand.
Draw your name and mine.
Write with sincerity and tears
Full of naive ideas
Then I'll let Jade Bird bring it to you.
Tell you: I love you.
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Fairy tales are as beautiful as snow.
The room is full of pigeons.
Pale feathers
Scattered in every corner of the mountain
Lying on the pillow and looking at the sky with fairy tales.
Tell the moon: I'm going to sleep
The fever will be 4 1 degree tomorrow.
Because all I can think about is you.
I fell asleep thinking about it.
Holding clouds and dreams like cotton
Six nights of modern poetry,
Cruel and beautiful,
Lonely season,
Busy people,
I was the only one,
Wandering in a strange city,
Heal the wound,
20xx.8.22by ratio, small seven, pen
I remember a long time ago,
I always show them off,
I'm not afraid of loneliness,
But,
Suddenly I found out,
I'm too weak,
Well,
Night,
Lonely sky,
Got it,
Deep-rooted loneliness,
Flooding my empty heart like a flood,
I feel a little suffocated,
Well,
Really uncomfortable,
Insist?
I can't imagine,
I'm alone every day,
I'm like a derailed train,
I don't know where to go,
Maybe,
I should,
Choose your own path,
Looking up at this half moon,
I have an impulse to cry,
Only you didn't abandon me,
Taste this deep loneliness,
I don't know how long this day will last,
Early in the morning,
When the sun has not yet shone into the house,
I got up early,
After washing,
Bring your own cottage phone,
Go downstairs to the lounge chair in the yard,
Alone in a daze,
The cold wind blows on my vicissitudes,
It's midsummer in the blink of an eye,
Alas,
But I still can't feel the heat of the sun,
Friends,
I don't know how I spent this long day,
Watching the leaves fall from the tree,
This scene really suits me,
Surrounded by lovers in twos and threes,
I feel a little uncomfortable,
Very uncomfortable,
Like you're lovelorn,
Touching the scar silently,
Corner,
My eternal world,
Look at their intimate movements, expressions,
I really can't stay.
Time to go,
Long shadows are slowly elongated,
I stood up,
Leave quietly,
Don't disturb these happy lovers,
Well,
Not my world,
Websites that don't belong to me,
Not where I should be,
Bless them silently,
Happy, sweet and happy ending,
Why is that love,
Always a sad ending?
Walking alone,
Continue my journey,
Taste the warmth of the world,
And the loneliness that cannot be erased,
Take away everything that belongs to me,
Without leaving a trace,
Drift away,
Spend this long time quietly,
Left behind,
Throw it to you,
Author: Xiao Qi, pen.
Modern poetry at night 7 sunset at dusk,
Say goodbye to the last cigarette;
The flame of the morning star appeared from the depths of the sky,
In half light and half darkness.
The sky faded to residual red and golden fireworks were scattered.
A little planetesimals lead to a cluster of stars.
Having lived in Jiangnan for thousands of years,
Impressively reflected the illusion of her jet edge.
Sputtering sparks lit up the pupil of the night goddess,
Make her eyes like bright black gems.
The goddess' eyes burst into flames and turned into deep planetesimals.
They watered the sky with their own tears,
But it looks brighter when you sink down.
With her pair of jade hands,
Weave a net of the sky.
Dim purple settled below, outlining a bright Xiayun, wrapped around Tianyu's arm.
They carefully smoothed the wave marks of the ocean and turned them into the sky.
The sky used to be the sea of Wang Yang, and we shuttled through it, anxious to return.
We grow wings and become a solitary sail.
Soaring in the vast sea of the night sky.
The clouds in the night are dark blue,
Like a full sail, full of nectar,
We are butterflies, floating on this sweet wine pulp.
The planetesimals are dotted with dark blue Yun Fan,
In the bottomless night,
Full of dreams and songs, sail to the depths of the night.
Gardenia blossoms in front of the window, thanks.
I can't smell the familiar fragrance.
Fortunately, there are small orange buds.
Trying to blossom.
Hold up the gentleness of late summer.
The season of early autumn
The temperature is still good.
Just a little more nostalgic.
I live in this dark night.
Tidy up clothes in that season.
Every piece
It's all a paragraph
A clueless memory
have only
Let your thoughts flow like water.
Overturning in the humid air tonight
The drizzle is like a song
With the sleepless night tonight
Really want to
Put this packed dress
With this melancholy sadness
Stuff into a piece of furniture
In the locked closet
Throw away the key at will
Backing; backup
I'll pack my own bags.
Go to the distant place I yearn for at once.
Think more.
In this tourist season.
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The one in memory
I can't forget it for a long time
Gardenia-flavored
That autumn
Modern poetry on September night is hazy.
Hang that quiet bend in front of the window.
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The snow has been slow to fall.
Quietly covered up the thoughts of mumbling.
A Quiet Heart
Invite a glass of red wine to sleep.
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Snow is warm and humid.
Drift into my heart
Like mother's rough hands.
Soften me gently
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Si Nuo likes red wine.
That whisper.
Like mom's sweet nagging
Around the ear
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Through a red wine glass swaying in the snow
I smell the yard that was once covered with snow.
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I tasted the bowl made by my mother.
My favorite sour soup noodles ...
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The red wine faded in the morning light.
That lingering warmth
Drift away bit by bit with the falling snow.
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How I wish I could write this glass of red wine soaked in snow.
I got drunk and didn't wake up this night.
How I wish the train could slow down at this station this year. ...
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Put a holy hand in the distant mountains.
Take a touch of Hada and gently pull the birch tree.
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The swan goose that landed on the eaves.
Wet my eyelashes.
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Drink red wine and go back to your hometown.
Continuous heart
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Let me pick it up
Hexagonal petals scattered on the pillow
I picked up a drunk lady last night. ...
Modern poetry at night 10 bleak at night, but beautiful.
At this time, I was sitting on the windowsill, and the night wind blew over me.
All the unhappiness and irritability were blown away.
Nothing to do, look around, others are dreaming and moving.
I can't sleep. I'm not sleepy at all
See it as nothing for no reason.
But it's more stressful than everyone around.
Go your own way, go your own water.
I know for myself.
I am the kind of person who will be vilified when I lie down.
Under the fluorescence of the mobile phone
See mosquitoes greedily suck their own blood.
When that sharp mouth pierced my skin
I feel numb.
At the bottom line of survival, I completed its life extension.
Often the truth is hidden in the humble reality around us.
Be careful to be completely quiet.
You will experience something, and you will gain a lot at that time.