Birds are singing.
The mountain spring is singing.
The wind is singing.
This harmonious rhythm
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are singing.
The five-star red flag is singing.
Sing the melody of the trend of the times
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
Children sing in maternal love.
The young man is singing a hymn of love.
Old people are singing happy life.
This beautiful homeland voice.
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
Ruyan Liu is singing.
Mo Tian Xiang sword
Thousands of rivers and moons are singing.
My acacia is waiting for your date.
Naive thinking is singing.
Go far away with me.
Mu Yi is singing.
Love left in the depths of the world of mortals
Enron is singing.
Have your season and the fragrance of the four seasons.
Guan Wenhua is singing.
I have seen all kinds of feelings for you in the world of mortals.
These heartfelt songs are full of the beauty of the soul.
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
Qin Li is singing.
This is life.
Dong Jichang is singing.
years as the song
Loving you is like a dream singing.
Leshan huanle hang
Know that Chunqiu is singing.
My dreams and ideals
Cheng Ruming is singing.
Thanks to mother
These songs of enlightenment and wisdom
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
The ice on the sun is singing.
The soul of leaves
Zhang Xiaomei is singing.
faraway place
The crazy girl is singing.
Damoyao
Mi Duo is singing.
Thank you for meeting you in this life and miss your life.
Amy is singing.
Rain love
It will be dark in five minutes and still singing.
A belated rain
Lotus is singing in the rain.
Let your dreams fly
Happiness across the pen tip is singing.
May the years be with you and * * *.
All these can sing the most beautiful voice with your heart.
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
Netizens are singing.
This inspiring song
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
We are singing the song of dreams.
The world should keep up with the beat.
This harmonious rhythm
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
The world is singing.
Home construction is hope.
This * * * has a voice.
Can you be unhappy?
listen to
We sing a song of love.
From everyone's heart
Solve all obstacles
This is the most civilized voice.
Can you be unhappy?
Listen to Modern Poetry 2 June is coming.
Bring us bursts of happy wind
In June, childlike innocence spreads its wings and flies.
Thousands of elves follow the happy wind.
Sow the seeds of dreams under the blue sky
The wind asked me quietly
are you happy
I am a happy elf in June.
June is the rainy season.
A heavy rain surprised the sultry people.
This also cooled my dry mood.
Rain washes everyone's heart.
Bring us a simple purity.
I looked up again and again to see the cloud floating in the blue towards the wind.
Xia Feng has endless memories.
I can't stop thinking.
June is the season when lotus flowers bloom.
Raindrops hit the lotus leaves to buy lottery tickets.
Lotus leaves dance and sway with it.
Small fish in the pond
Stick out your head and breathe fresh air.
Swing your tail at me.
Invite me to swim with you.
I smiled and blinked at the fish.
Blue sky in June
The sun is shining brightly.
Gently roll up the flying dust.
Take me to July.
I walked through an empty field.
The soil allows all organic green plants to grow.
The wind seemed to hear the sound of broken rice.
That sweet smell accompanied my vows.
Listen to Modern Poetry 3 (1)
A gentle and deep call
Still wandering, the old dance pavilion and singing platform
Gently push open the Xiao Xuan window in May.
Caotang after the rain
The impression of chasing water from falling red
Return to peace
Once wet memories.
Condensed into a lotus leaf, a round dew.
When the breeze is rippling, it drops quietly.
All past events
This is just a ripple in the cycle.
When the weather is clear
Silently open a bright red parasol
Enjoy the artistic conception of flowers alone
No matter how much I miss you.
Can only be entrusted to charming wicker
The apricot blossom that smiled at me.
Now, I am married.
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The scarlet sunset drifted slowly by.
My reflection is a swaying fishing boat.
The feeling of closing the net
At sunset, slowly emerge from the water.
On an island in the stream.
Elegant reeds.
Rendering the coolness of summer to the fullest.
Silent stream, from the ancient broken bridge.
Tearing and flowing
Your voice becomes-
Memories drifting away.
A few purple swallows, carrying dirt back and forth.
It's time to build a nest.
Why are you singing?
Today, they are still displaced.
Listen to modern poetry 4 1
Autumn insects have listening greetings in their mouths.
Look at the wings that inadvertently wrap around your eyes.
Meet quietly. For example, for example ...
Encounter, an altar of osmanthus wine can sprinkle a little more qingfen.
I think the old man's hand is holding the arrival of the grasshopper, and it is late winter to take off this rhetoric.
I see dark green and dark green.
I walked in the conversation.
Walking, the dark green wings are silent and mottled, and the echo is no longer obsessed with mortal dust.
2
Breaking time has caused trouble all over the place, and your pen is folded on the canvas. Footsteps. Oh, yes.
Poetry dances on the notes, and Zhuang Sheng sends a piano to fill the tree wind.
Reciting the Heart Sutra, butterflies enter the Buddhist Sutra, dewdrops pass by, and romantic articles pile up all over the mountains.
Look up at the clouds casually and carve them into inner waves.
The long paddles make up the fish shadow of the sound of the waves, and they look at their hearts until sunrise. ...
Goose song, inspiring people to understand, began to smile at the smoke.
To cherish and suddenly be a bystander.
The mountain breeze that just blew was shaken by the branches, and another drunken moment was taken back:
There is a silent mouth in the field.
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He pried open the moon, although extremely modest, but shocked my soul.
Shouting bits and pieces.
The list contained in it is all fragrant words. What's the mystery to hide? It is independent.
You are like a ghost, singing carols.
Those happy hearts are broken. How many years later, who can go back to that night and leave me miserable and indifferent, sheep?
Ears pricked up, tears can still lean out?
Throughout the magic river, the vast sea of people stirred my heart forward all the way.
Heart to heart, heart to heart, heart to heart, now singing is not empty, but warm.
On the lips, it turns into a sweet, white and black moon cake.
In all the blooming, in the background, become the king I love.
Listen to Modern Poetry 5 No.65438 +0
Some things, like a dead end, can't get in, have no exit, and have no retreat.
Some friendships, like faint smoke, linger in the air. Once dispersed, there is no room.
Some love, like an extremely inflated balloon, is sweet, but I don't know how fragile it is.
A person's life is always like an endless track. If you don't run, you will fail.
Someone once told me that her life was a failure, with two marriages and two men.
Two different endings, but also make her sad. She wants to leave this world,
I thought about venting her dissatisfaction through physical pain. I asked her, have you thought about your family and friends?
How many times have you given the sweetest smile to strangers, but left the worst temper to family and friends?
second
It was getting dark, and I sat by the window, holding a cup of unsweetened coffee and thinking quietly.
Fish can't live without water and people can't live without oxygen.
Maybe this time I let go and I can't go back.
You said you accepted everything from me unconditionally.
However, you broke your word.
You told me you were tired.
I told you I was in pain.
We each held a knife, comforted each other with the gentlest language, and inadvertently brought fatal harm to each other.
You still like to wear a plain white shirt and pure white headphones.
And I, no longer so rebellious, I began to like light blue.
Yes, the world is changing, and so are we.
You're running away, running away from these injuries, running away from all of us.
I don't bless you. Goodbye.
Listen to modern poetry 6 waves of fallen leaves, gradually approaching, autumn sound rolling.
Yellow leaves are outside the cloud nine and fall in poetic autumn.
I was fascinated by the shadow of autumn, taken away by dreams and brought to the fiery fields.
Do you still remember the little house surrounded by flowers in your heart when you were submerged by years?
Autumn is coming.
This autumn is special, and the southwest is very dry.
Go on, go on, day after day.
But the tranquility of autumn has not changed, the color of time has not changed, only a touch of poetry.
A little heavier.
If there were no autumn, we wouldn't know the mood of fallen leaves.
If there is no memory, we will not understand the pure land of the soul and be spotless.
Listening to autumn is a pause in love.
Listening to autumn is the tired homesickness of the years.
The stormy days are unforgettable and unforgettable.
Autumn comes too fast, and the sound of autumn echoes in my heart.
Although Qiu Lai has come, autumn is doomed to leave.
Can listen to the autumn sound, even if it is a fallen leaf, a cloud, a pool of autumn water.
It will turn our mood into trembling leaves in autumn.
Can you put it down after listening to Modern Poetry 7?
I spent three winters.
I keep you in my heart.
I should be happy.
But why can't you be happy?
Your face is finally blurred.
Why can't I summon up the courage to find new faces?
What do I owe you, or am I to blame for being stupid?
Your determination. I never blame it.
I don't want to Still can't blame?
The lights are sparse, the people are sparsely populated, and it is deserted.
You are still as beautiful as a proud princess.
I'm alone in the corner with a hangover.
The seaside that once held hands. Embrace the attic.
Only the wild cold wind is left.
A gaunt and pale face. No one is distressed.
Even if there are thousands of neodymium in Qian Qian, it is not as good as a beauty's smile.
I have tried everything, but I can't get your smile back.
I am the clown in your play.
But I look forward to being your prince.
The play is over.
The audience dispersed.
You're all smiles. You put your hand in his palm.
It's heartbreaking.
At the moment when the world collapsed.
I tried my best. Smile and bless.
The next corner. Like a child.
Hold your knees tight. Gently twitch.
My feelings have always been shallow. Why is it so deep?
I love you, but it's none of your business.
Listen to sad songs and read other people's stories.
The result is distressing. So that's it.
Goodbye. Finally finished. Never again.
I'm leaving. Take a late-night train.
Sadness with a backpack
In the next city
Drag one's tired body
Stubborn interpretation of the ending story
Waiting is the first aging in life.
Love and death. That's colder.
The fairy tale is over. I choose to forget for a long time.
Not at first. Didn't end up together
Nothing can pass. I just can't go back.
I learned to be strong. But loneliness buried me.
Don't miss you.
Forget your appearance.
Deleted your number. Turn off your cell phone.
I became quiet.
I am used to wearing earplugs in my left ear.
But stop listening to your favorite songs.
I began to write and draw again. Just without you.
Listening to modern poem 8 is like listening to Serengeti grassland.
Countless wildebeests are galloping,
Sound from far to near
Just like the tide in Qiantang River.
Surging,
The avalanche is spectacular!
In the noise of swallowing mountains and rivers,
The earth is like a boat in a stormy sea.
In the peak valley, helpless loneliness is swaying;
In this majestic momentum,
The rebellious heart of the mountains and rivers is also echoing.
Thunder that shook his soul!
Listen, listen!
This is the smell of the south wind!
There is warmth in damp,
In the coolness, there is a cold breath!
This is a pregnant woman about to give birth.
On the graveyard of the season of death,
Lay a hotbed for newborn babies.
That hotbed will be covered with the tenderness of spring.
Hui feng and Chang; It will curl up in bed.
There are white clouds on the wet umbrella.
Hold up a blue sky and let you wander;
The new grass buds are soft blue.
Decorate hotbeds, just keep your eyes open.
Mao Mao's dog is rocking by the bed.
Listen, listen! This shortness of breath
It hurts like a cramp in labor.
In peace and climax,
We put a child who is about to be born
A brand-new life is longing for it!
Listening to modern poem 9 snoring,
Advance the process of their dreams,
Block other people's dreams;
Snoring is the horn of a sleeper's dream,
It's also the tangled drums of people with insomnia.
Those who live alone,
When butterflies were flying in Duke Zhou's dream,
I still hear the melodious camel bells ringing on the Silk Road.
Sometimes it's like hearing a lonely wolf howling at the sky in the wild.
Gradually hear the sound of fishermen singing and sculling at night in the sunset;
Those who are drunk,
At first, just like a rooster crying for friends when he sees food,
It's kind of like boiling water rolling on a tripod,
Then it was stormy and thunderous,
Occasionally, a strong wind like grinding teeth breaks through the forest.
Then the waves beat against the coast and the seagulls flew for the second time.
Gradually, the sunset glow by the sea is listening to the tide.
Snoring,
Create a bright starry night in the downtown area,
More silent and vast;
Let the air in the bucket,
More restless.
Dreams come in snoring,
Go away with snoring;
I share my unique dream with others by snoring.
After listening to a modern poem 10, I couldn't be silent, so I wrote down what was deposited in my heart ... an expression that was forming!
Time goes by like water, time purifies the soul, time precipitates deep friendship, time … my waiting, your expectation.
The night sky is busy and quiet.
Seems to be listening, a voice.
Very close, like a whisper in my ear, I held my breath, afraid that the breeze would blow away this wonderful melody.
Indulge in it
I found this is a unique beauty.
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I heard that-
The sound of the sea, the roar of the mountains
Moistening of Spring Rain and Blooming of Summer Flowers
The intoxication of autumn red is the beauty of everything in the world.
A quiet pace of life
Listen quietly to the voice of expectation. ......
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In a complicated world, if you learn to listen, you will be relaxed and quiet.
I smiled ......
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Aside from everything in the world, the heart can wander around the world.
Something has been deposited for a long time, or abandoned all the way in the morning
After the baptism of wind and rain, the precipitation is indifferent beauty.
A tolerant heart can hold an ocean.
Only by living simply can we enjoy the fun of the world.
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Why, to interfere with yesterday;
Why don't you drop everything and relax forever?
Yesterday, which was once confused, has gradually gone away.
Today, the rhythm of flowers, the sound of running water, I record my heart and accompany my life.
Tomorrow, the navigation of life and the harvest of beautiful scenery are the real fruits.
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Dance lightly in elegance.
Gently flew down on vilen.
Let you magnanimously take my heart back gently.
The warmth of the ocean, a calm smile.
Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms
A quiet, a flower, only enjoy it.