Modern poetry of that day

Modern poetry that day 1 It was noon in the middle of winter.

Thick snow blocked the road and made noise.

It seems cool that the grass is doomed to wither and the snow flies.

Although you and I are thousands of miles apart, Yin and Yang are separated.

Stepping on thick ice and snow

Still chasing on your way

My ignorant mind is full of last attachment and ripples.

From then on, you no longer have desolation and sadness.

There is no sadness in your life.

You are a lonely and proud chrysanthemum in my eyes.

I am also a strong poplar in your heart.

The sun and the moon bring you warmth and light.

Think about it and promise to last forever.

Now, in my heart, I deeply miss my dream.

I swear to do my best for you.

Yan Hao wrote a story of blood and tears for you all his life.

Once the joys and sorrows, thrown in the boundless sky.

Just add a beautiful sky to your story.

Helpless and ruthless, full of twists and turns, and finally hopeless.

On that day, I promised you a lot, and my words ran counter to my ideas.

Promise you will be happy and strong.

But everyone knows my happiness and sadness.

Only in my dream can I talk to you, and the tears at midnight become a chapter.

Sigh that when you were with me in the past, I was calm and not confused.

Two generations are like one person, and mother and daughter have no regrets.

On that day, you smiled at Jiuquan, and the snow along the way no longer sang softly.

I am a lonely shadow, feeling sad and as cold as ice.

I call every day should not, call the ground ineffective, called heartbroken lovelorn.

After all, I am a world of mortals, flying around.

Unconsciously, I am as old as you, my feelings have passed, and my heart is empty.

Looking back, our fate is over. The love between mother and daughter is still long.

Landing has become a memory that cannot be picked up.

Look back at the past time.

I couldn't say anything about waving my hand that day, leaving only my hesitation.

If possible, my hand, my pen and my heart.

I will still choose to write only for you.

That day, Modern Poetry 2, that day

Close your eyes in the incense fog of the temple

Suddenly I heard the truth in your singing.

January of that year

I shake all the curved pipes.

Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.

That year

Kowtow and crawl on the mountain road.

Not to see, just to stick to your warmth.

Ina

Turn the stupa over mountains and waters.

Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.

That moment

I don't raise wind horses for blessing.

Just waiting for your arrival

That moment

I am floating into immortality, not seeking immortality.

I just want you to smile safely.

that night

I listened to Sanskrit all night, not for enlightenment.

Just to find your breath.

the other day

I didn't build the Mani Pile for Xiu De.

Just to throw stones at the heart lake.

Ina

I searched 100 thousand mountains, not to repair the afterlife.

Just to meet you on the road.

It was just that night.

I forgot everything.

Abandon faith and reincarnation.

Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha.

Has long lost its former glory. .....

On that day, Modern Poetry 3 was a day.

There is no choice.

I came to a corner of this land.

This day

I received a letter from my life.

The first gift.

But I don't know what I got.

I just passively accept everything here.

Makes me confused.

Each color

It seems that they are dancing with fresh life.

Every note

Is so simple and solemn

How many tireless days and nights

I am secretly attached to this place.

but

When I got familiar with this place,

I feel lost again.

A Confusion about "Meaning"

What is the purpose of my coming to this place?

What is the purpose of bringing me to this place?

Or for what?

In order to prove a point through argument.

Prove one's existence

Is gain and loss.

Experience all kinds of life.

Or live for life?

drag out one's feeble existence

but

When I was first decided by my dream.

When you gain something through hard work.

I suddenly found

You don't have to understand this.

What I understand is that

What I have is a world.

A world

I can try and travel.

That year

You gave me the whole world.

It just arrived today.

That day, modern poem 4, if there is such a day.

I no longer expect

When flowers bloom in spring, you miss them alone.

I will silently come to the water for the first time.

Turn your eyes into shining waves.

Listen to the crescent moon telling our joys and sorrows.

If that day really comes.

I no longer expect

When summer lotus is faint, you talk in the quiet night.

I will gently brush the dust off the scroll.

Let the tears flow into your blood.

Feel your heartbeat

If that day really comes.

I no longer expect

Your intense concern when Lin Qiu was drunk.

I will gently play the romance of flying snow.

Let the sunset take away my watchful eyes.

A dream that has permeated for many years

If that day really comes.

I no longer expect

When it is snowy, you look back blankly.

I will bury my heart in the deepest part of the plateau.

Let the fossils of the years witness.

Once air-dried love

If there really is a if.

I used to give up on myself.

It can't give you the heaven you want.

Let me hide in the thorns on the other side.

Warm the ice in the afterlife with the blood of the previous life.

Bloom for a thousand years

Forever and ever apart