I really despise you.
Walking around the city like grasshoppers in autumn.
Wrote several songs about mood.
That's really not poetry.
I don't know if you have the title of muse.
Do you feel empty?
You don't have to be so proud to advertise yourself as.
What's amazing
You have little capital to teach others.
Because you don't even know yourself.
Everyone has his own soul.
Everyone has his own freehand brushwork.
I'm not your favorite baby.
You are not the dish in my basket.
Why do you play poems of white clouds?
It must be prepared to your taste.
You are you. You have your trajectory.
You are not my God.
My great god is myself.
I have no responsibility to keep other people's commandments.
It doesn't matter if Gao Lishi takes the boots.
It doesn't matter without Yang Yuhuan grinding ink
It doesn't matter without Li Bai's talent.
I have my own soul, my own thoughts
Good and bad self-appreciation
You like welcoming.
It doesn't matter if you're not proud.
For myself, modern poem 2 has been a long time, and XX is no longer shining.
Landing, the only jumping is an unknown tea shop.
20xx, here's the thing, passing by quietly,
Looking at many elders around me, my hair is as white as frost.
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Time is an irresistible poison.
You can be Tang Zong, Song Zu or Qin Shihuang who took the elixir of life.
Facing the death of life, in addition to sadness, it is still sad.
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However, in the face of wrinkles and white hair, what is there to lament?
The change of years is a natural cycle.
It is also a transformation between life and death.
Good and evil, crime and punishment,
In the disillusionment of life from scratch,
What I don't remember is just a bowl of Mengpo soup.
But I can only feel the past.
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Decades of life,
Youth is short,
But she's smart for everyone,
Like the sky in April,
The stream is covered with green grass,
Also like the wheat waves in autumn, the ugly marigold.
In a word, she is an abstract but particularly concrete beauty.
She is a bright moon,
On a dark night,
The central ring is completely bright.
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Young, passionate, ambitious,
Dreams that fill the whole world,
However, it was not until many years later, after many vicissitudes,
Practice tells me that I was so proud,
In fact, everyone may be the brightest star, lamp,
It is in my heart.
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Thank God for giving each of us different opportunities.
Enriched our boring days,
I am also grateful for the different fates I met in different opportunities.
At the end of this year, in such an irresistible tick of the clock,
Carefully and deliberately recall the road sections and stories in life.
One person.
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The atmosphere of memories should be cheerful,
Shouldn't be boring,
Maybe it should be like this boring winter,
Put all the confused ideas,
Put it in the stove to make a fire.
However, the characters in the story can simply refuse to be wonderful at this time.
I really want to warm a pot of wine on this fire.
With you, with me,
Decades of missing and forgetting,
Cheers! * * * miss the fragrant October yellow flowers,
Looking for familiar stars in the sky,
Qingfeng Ferry, Youth Bridge.
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I want to come, it's really good!
In the best time of my life,
I learned about Jianghu and you,
Rivers and lakes are chaotic and regular,
For example, if you make a drop of water,
The lake and the sea are waves, maybe you are a huge wave.
For another example, you are a rock.
Maybe you will be crushed by the waves, maybe you will be calm forever,
It's a pity that I can't be a swordsman.
Because you once said that I can't be a pioneer.
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Time and time again,
I believe many people have changed their ways like me.
The moon ship of youth ran aground several times,
Such a stage is not a place to attack the city, nor a place to plunder life.
What stands out is a persistence, a simplicity after troubles.
This can be called. The experience of being young,
Unfortunately, more and more people have to give their dreams a discount with heartache and helplessness.
Yes, an actor,
After interpreting many joys and sorrows of life,
Finally, in the long-distance cave,
See the world clearly, feel human nature and know yourself.
My own modern poems 3. The meeting of wind and rain! It should also be a kind of fate!
Class dismissed: I've been thinking about this question!
Come down quickly! Meet unexpectedly! Just a short goodbye! But very touching?
Seven or eight o'clock, on the way to school, it should be getting dark soon, right?
But always more than two hours late! Isn't it?
Just like the wind wandering on the ground, just to meet the rain again.
It's time to rest in the city after a noisy day!
Face this code all day! I'm getting familiar with it!
They talked and laughed all the way and greeted everyone they met. ...
I can't help thinking of high school!
Study at night! Run alone with the group!
Around a circle, dark! everlasting ...
But it's different now!
They go there to listen to others sing!
I don't have any artistic cells. I left alone.
Looking up, it's still so dark!
There are no stars!
But the ground has changed!
All the shops on the roadside are open! Bright lights!
I am walking alone on the road!
In front of people! Still behind people!
Unconsciously, I began to cross the old football field again.
Similar to the playground at that time,
Silence is not desolate!
Looked at it carefully:
Five shadows!
Same posture!
Different positions!
Different angles!
I've changed!
Just like the wind is slow and fast.
Just like the rain is thin and dense.
I should have changed!
I have walked the same road many times.
Similarly, I saw the horizon. ...
My own modern poems. He has no regrets all his life,
Is it necessary to live and die for a missed one?
Do you know that you are hopelessly stupid,
Those who don't cherish the present and look forward to the future will only end up in an end.
One by one.
Think about it, those unfortunate people in this world,
Think about it, the people who envy you in this world,
Think again, the people who look down on you in this world,
I also look down on you, look down on your cowardice.
God knows sometimes I want to slap you to sober you up,
See the reality clearly, it's useless to live in a dream,
As friends, strangers, relatives,
How many people have seen what you feel sad and are feeling.
Look at this man, he is so happy but still moaning.
Look at this man, pretending to be crazy when he is not sick.
Look at this man. Is he naive enough to think that running away is useful?
I know I have no right to interfere in your affairs,
Whether you are in front of the computer or outside the mobile phone,
I'm just a passer-by to you, and I may forget it in an instant.
What are you doing,
Is to immerse yourself in the so-called sadness and give up on yourself,
Enjoy the relaxation in an elegant life,
Still struggling in a busy society.
Look at the people around you,
All kinds,
All kinds,
The same starting point,
Different fates.
Everyone is a piece of paper,
Just filled in different words.
But you can totally decide how your life will end.
Besides birth and death,
Happiness depends on yourself.
How long do you want to be stupid?
To myself.