Like a dream,
Like a fantasy,
Poetic,
Vivid ......
Can't swing it, can't tear it, can't cut it.
Blocking people's sight.
It makes people feel happy.
The feeling of becoming immortal by the wind
Recall last night's dream
Climb the mountain by yourself in foggy days.
I swam in the mountains with fog.
When I'm still
Overlooking the valley
Milky mist
Clouds overflowing from the valley.
It's too deep.
So thick
turbulent
rotate
Swallowed everything in the mountains. ......
fog
Seemingly tangible and intangible.
The ethereal spirit in literati's poems
Fog Modern Poetry 2 1
Lose the distance between heaven and earth
Dream buds are in full bloom.
Including cool autumn.
The end of the eye
There is a long-lost opportunity.
Moving imagination, clear as water.
Remember and forget.
Just as beautiful.
Birds are singing happily in the valley.
Distant is no longer hope.
Leaves scattered by the window
No more melancholy and haggard
Just in a hazy mood
Suck the smell of earth.
In the fog
People know themselves best.
two
Go through June and come to June.
Shadow under the flame
More transparent
Depression and heartache
Covering the desk
Magnolia grandiflora has already opened.
The Biye jungle I once looked up to.
Still lush
There are no flowers in June.
The fragrance of gardenia is drifting away.
June
Has been growing
If you can't chew
Stinging the tearful atrium
Modern Poetry in Fog 3 Orphans in Fog _ Modern Poetry
British isle
The sea lapped against the rocks.
At the college of art
The doctor is busy delivering the baby.
The taste of the poor
I'll always remember.
Who can tell me?
In a country where law and democracy are so solemn.
It's hard to cry about the declaration.
I am confused and wandering between the yang world and the yin world.
If you know the wind and rain in the world
It will look like Mrs. Singh's face.
When the weather is gloomy and there is no sunshine.
I would rather go to heaven with my mother.
I'd rather not be stubborn and lonely like grass.
I'd rather pray to heaven
My name is not Oliver twist.
But I want to thank the state for funding my milk.
I actually own a tenth of it.
But I want to thank the theory that horses don't eat grass.
Let me spend more than 3200 days and nights.
But I want to thank the kind and happy Mrs. Mann.
It allows me to safely avoid a centralized washing.
Look at the weak partner.
No conscience, cherish life less.
A little hungry and cold. I can't stand it.
I can't fall into the fire because of a little thing.
Or get out of bed and kill yourself.
Or die in the cleaning.
See how ridiculous it is?
Really, I don't ask for anything.
Nine years' experience
Although thin and dry.
But steel bars and iron bones
Can withstand numerous comprehensive beatings.
Although short and thin.
But the force is infinite.
Completed the work of adults.
Although pale.
But delicate and lovely
Can attract so many people's love.
Look, Mr Bambur is coming that way.
Hold your beloved cane with both hands.
Pat me gently on the head.
You see, Mrs. Mann is busy as a fiddle.
Love hand on my face.
There is a gale of ten.
I feel my conscience is very bad.
I don't know how to repay you.
Mrs Mann has a motherly heart.
Press carefully.
So fraternity
So meticulous
So selfless
I can't believe I'm hungry
Shocked the supreme Mr. Bambur
How I shouldn't
I even forgot the present Mrs Mann gave me on my ninth birthday.
In the dark coal cellar
My heart is broken
I confess to God.
A permanent member of the parish
He is a sophisticated and wise saint.
There is no doubt that they understand.
I seek self-reliance.
And the urgency of learning a trade.
In the poor workhouse
So I got a job.
So I slept in a hard bed.
So I drank three gruel meals.
So I found my clothes getting bigger and bigger.
So I enjoy a happy life.
Fog Modern Poetry 4 Yes.
He is a drop of water.
The sun evaporated him into a mist.
Floating in the air
He has no company.
Because he is impure.
therefore
He went on alone.
Specific date
He stopped in front of a girl.
He was fascinated.
Because of her beauty
Deeply attracted him.
done
He looked at her quietly.
She knows nothing about it.
What is she thinking?
But it was someone else.
He knows nothing either.
Know the person in her heart
Hold hands with her
Walk past him.
Kiss in front of him
He didn't know there was such a person.
Heart is very painful
Although he has no heart.
Day after day
There are several people around the girl.
He knows.
But he never complains.
Because he is impure.
So he thought sadly
He loves her. He doesn't deserve it
Winter is coming.
She put on a beautiful down jacket.
She has never been so beautiful in his eyes.
She's smiling.
He thinks the world is beautiful.
I seem to be melting myself.
But this winter
It doesn't look that good.
People around her
Leave her
therefore
On this cold night
She shed cold tears.
He watched.
Fog Modern Poetry 5 Breathe the last breath of fog.
Dunzhe Ling
The sky whimpered down.
All the people dare not breathe.
Someone is condemning
Someone's leaving.
I have neither condemned
Didn't leave either.
Condemn-condemn who?
Leave-It is more difficult for me to leave than to stay.
Let's all leave.
This place is no longer suitable for revelry.
Let me stay.
Suck the smoke from the sky.
When you set foot on this land again
You will definitely see my statue.
Please see how dark it is!
The sky whimpered down.
You must take something with you before you leave.
But I bet
You can't see what you've paid.
at any time
When you need to imagine the height of the sky
When day and night imprison people's footsteps.
We should shout!
We should charge!
Only fighting can be liberated!
until today
I found the haze in the sky.
Has grown up in everyone's mind.
I really have no reason to leave.
I want to see myself imprisoned day by day.
Imprisoned as the hardest statue made of smoke in history.
Try to suck up the last smoke in the sky.
I made a final confession for the blue sky when I came!
Excerpts from the poems of Dunzhe Ling, an independent scholar, poet, writer and famous scholar in China.
Fog Modern Poetry 6 Morning East
A fish-belly white has just appeared.
A layer of warmth rises in the street.
Dense white fog
The whole mountain city is illusory in mystery.
faintly discernible
Walking in the ethereal world
well
A little dizzy, a little silly
Heaven or earth?
*
Inexplicably obsessed with this
An ethereal feeling
My heart is pounding.
Seems to be floating in the fog ahead.
I have the illusion of dreams.
I stepped up to catch up.
*
The fog is getting thicker and thicker.
Let me run as fast as possible.
The one in front can't see clearly.
A faintly visible figure
But in a surprisingly good mood.
*
I stopped chasing.
Standing in this wonderful fairyland
Turn as much as you want.
It seems to have crossed countless times.
Stay in Tang and Song poetry ......
Hear your melodious flute again.
After the misty gauze, it is a thousand years of waiting.
Familiar faces looked at each other affectionately.
*
The veil gradually moved away from my eyes.
Trying to see your affectionate smile.
A ray of sunshine stung my eyes.
A bird flew by.
Leave a clear phone number.
The fog cleared and everything was calm.
I'm still intoxicated with that scene.
Dense fog yarn
elf-struck
Fog modern poetry 7 early morning
Walking alone on the mountain road
A winding path
Qing feng fu mian
Cool
Oh, Miss Chun has come to Earth.
But my thoughts flew to ancient times.
Since ancient times.
In the long river of years
Clouds have always accompanied the peaks.
Look at the mountains from afar.
Clouds wound around the top of the mountain.
Unwilling to leave for a long time ......
Clouds sometimes turn into breezes.
Chasing one mountain after another
Clouds sometimes turn into Mao Mao rain.
Moisturizes every inch of land in the mountains.
Clouds sometimes turn into rainstorms.
Wash the sinful soul of the mountain peak
After the baptism of hundreds of millions of years of wind and rain
Clouds and peaks have matured.
Smiling face every morning in the sun.
Greet each new moon quietly.
A slight trembling.
My thoughts came back to my eyes.
Look at the close-up bridge and Liushui Village.
Smoke rises from the kitchen chimney.
Flute, folk songs and laughter
Xanadu on earth
Looking forward to a life.
A beautiful covenant of souls.
We live in seclusion together.
In that happy paradise
In the painting; Be involved
Men plow and women weave piano, chess, calligraphy and painting
And flutes and songs.
You and I laugh happily.
......
faraway place ......
Clouds wound around the top of the mountain.
Snuggle up and watch the world
A picture of a beautiful life
Clouds laughed.
The mountain peak smiled
The sea breeze blows your long hair.
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