I am not a poet yet.
The morning glory on the fence is still in full bloom in the morning.
There is dew, breeze and fragrant soil.
At that time, the village had never been like this.
The low tile house is still smoking.
There are golden wheat in summer and golden corn in winter.
We are not far from the village.
Cement, bricks, a little swallowed up.
Smoke no longer rises.
Every morning and evening.
Old people are getting old.
People who left their parents took their children to far away places.
The lock on the gate is locked and rusted.
The yard is full of tall weeds.
No more open-air movies.
I remember that time I broke my knee to watch a movie.
Now a movie ticket, don't worry.
But I never feel the same again.
What's going on here?
I also ask myself at night.
Then I thought of those memories of leaving.
I realized that I didn't know it.
We are all in time and forget the most beautiful things.
Modern poetry of memory II. Memories of summer village.
Moldy straw hat
Wear it on your white head.
Miss the master of the country
A rickety crutch
Hidden in the cracks of the years
Recall the familiar shadow
Summer country
Harvest again and again.
memory
That straw hat is very old.
until one day
Hanging in the corner
Take out the crutch behind the door
Wipe and wipe
Ask on crutches
Am I getting old, too
My eyes are moist.
I think of my grandfather. ...
afield
Working father
Memories of modern poetry 3 villages with ripe fruits.
You must pick some fruits.
For whatever reason.
I-I just want to see
Mother smiled slightly.
All the fruits in the village are ripe.
Overflow nostril
Neighbors and children
Passing pedestrians
Choose this mature season
Mother smiled.
It seems that the whole village
She planted them all.
You must be at the moment of fruit entrance.
Say something delicious
For whatever reason.
I-I just want to see
Mother smiled slightly.
Memorized Modern Poetry 4 My tears are flying.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
I am a singer and dancer.
But without an escort.
Listen, who is that music for?
This is the melody
Touched my tears
Tears?
How many tears have you shed?
This is astringent.
Touch your ghost
I am a vagrant.
I am a poor man.
I am a lonely person.
I am a saint.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
Modern memory poem 5 reminds me of Nietzsche
I am at dawn.
read a book
Think about Nietzsche
he said
This is called depravity.
I want to make myself
Humble souls become refined.
The greedy desire becomes dim.
I want to be alone.
Become clear in philosophical texts
Become strong in public life.
Nietzsche said
This is called depravity.
Think about Nietzsche
An idealist of rational religion.
also
Critical, insane, delirious.
All human souls.
Self-content
Think about Nietzsche
You should think of reading.
You should learn to degenerate.
Memorized Modern Poetry 6 A semi-dry Nana Ogawa is sealed in my memory.
I should forget why it is always when I am tired.
Appear like a dream
The Nana Ogawa full of weeds and wild flowers.
Nobody cares about its existence.
When the clear mountain spring becomes a trickle
Weakly pass through the bottom of Sichuan
Large and small pebbles
My heart will follow the trickle
Flowing into the deep blue and quiet sea in the distance.
I often wade barefoot in cold streams.
Pick the biggest pebble at the bottom of Sichuan and lie down.
The sky is so blue and the clouds are so white.
The red flowers on the other side are like elves.
Leave the ground without a green leaf.
Vilen walked around Sichuan.
The sea that turned red overnight.
In what special place, on that special day
I am so fascinated by a piece of red.
Pick a bunch of red flowers and put them in a vase on the porch.
I see hope and happiness.
The ugliness of human nature here often makes people
Exhausted, unable to breathe.
No freedom, no trust, no enthusiasm.
But they are all red.
Gave me hope, gave me enthusiasm
Now I live a normal and happy life.
But why?
I often see that quiet Nana Ogawa in my dreams.
And the red color that makes me addicted.
That's the other shore flower.
Flowers bloom without leaves, and leaves grow without flowers
Never see each other again
The days we walked together are right in front of my eyes.
One,Two,Three ...
Repeated projection
The smile on your lips
Still so real, so clear, so sweet.
I tried to hide the surging tears.
Pretend to smile and shine like the sun.
Farewell
I know that day, the sky was gray.
Big reed flowers, yellow grass
The music of birds
Let me hide my troubles and my heart.
I use sporadic fire, floating ash smoke
Built a city that belongs only to me.
It is full of fragrance.
Laughter and happiness also wander among them.
I still remember that figure.
The back lost in the crowd
We agreed to sing a song for him.
A song that you study hard.
But it will stay in my heart forever.
Cann't say it
The only memory left is that little shell casing.
And that desolate figure
The empty football field is still so quiet.
Leaves can't escape the wind.
Was quietly moved to my window.
After being blocked by glass, I slipped on the cold white tile.
The classroom is empty, only the singing continues.
Turn around in stereo
Lang lang's book sound
Has disappeared without a trace.
The rest of the light and shadow float.
Whether it is or not, the path you have taken.
Be covered with moss
Have you ever laughed without scruple?
Caused a stir.
Isn't it, the plaster is smoking?
Drift into a happy hut
I always like to immerse myself in the fleeting light and shadow.
I like to pursue the lost bits and pieces in my life.
I string together memories with the deepest love.
Tied to my chest as if it were yesterday.
The thread of memory also rubs my sadness.
Let my heart
Quiet and stable Oujiang River
That's my lingering thoughts.
Tonight, lingering in my memory
There is no night and no day.
Temporarily believe that parting is the beginning of happiness.
I won't fight you this time.
Always struggling
Past and present pile up.
Between fracture records
Still fresh in my mind
Always come here and stand.
At the tuyere
express
Color of direction
Between constant changes, there is always a form.
A narrative, unfriendly tone
Will bring a result.
This will affect the fragmentation in memory.
Truth, me and now.
A relational bond is needed.
Similarly, you can't break nodes, just like
Hands in the cold wind
be victimized
This has nothing to do with the moon, it
Chang 'e played a joke on her about the canopy.
Write an invitation and choose
Wind, act as a postman to deliver letters.
To all relevant and irrelevant people.
I'm here, too
I put away the invitation.
As if nothing had happened, continue to wait.
Memories sprout.
I often think so, memory.
Will it cross like me?
Always facing the wind
Deliberately sing at the tuyere
Make some noise
I don't think it's normal.
No different from my personality, I
Can't stop, step forward.
My pen
Of course I can't stop. Stop.
A few words in memory
Will follow, go on.
Pile up, oppress
My feeling, in the direction of the wind.
Go ahead, on the way.
What is the process?
Waiting runs through the whole story.
excuse
Recite Modern Poetry 9 (1)
I spent my whole youth, at the end of the world, carving that name.
It's hard to say whether we like someone because everything is pleasing to the eye, or whether we like someone and see that everything is pleasing to the eye.
Even if I like her, I can't bear to make you feel bad and sad.
Why don't you love me as much as I do?
I said let me walk in your life all the time, and then pray that you smile like the warm sun.
So I decided to spend a century with a thin figure standing in the wind screen, taking my time, looking at you with empty eyes, leaving a warmth to rely on.
I believe there is a kind of love called familiarity. I have been walking beside you, looking at your back, with empty eyes.
(2)
Where we met, people still came and went.
If there is anything that can make me resist loneliness without you, it is that you can pursue your dreams freely.
Past records, whose home is closed. Who bloomed the fireworks? The curtain call in the air was forgotten. Records, a yellowed book, stop and go, passing by happiness.
A lonely person will always remember everyone who has appeared in his life. The birds in the sky flew away with my sadness. So I remember you, you.
One person, one city, I have been sorry for you all my life.
I know you are sadder than the birds in the sky, but I don't know how to soothe your melancholy.
There is a sea in everyone's heart, which is where we watch the innocence.
The unstoppable pace, of course, does not dare to expect the future.
I thought what I was afraid of was the moment of farewell. It turns out that what I am most distressed about is reunion.
(3)
Who you meet, what kind of dialogue you will have.
Some things, like chalk, can be easily erased, such as scars and love.
Your sadness, I can't stop wandering.
If the heart has no place to live, it wanders everywhere.
Love, neither painful nor itchy, just stabbed you in the heart and left you without leaving a trace.
Knowing that you are fine is what I want; If I know you are fine, I have nothing to worry about!
Who knows that an encounter across the world of mortals turned all stubbornness into gentleness!
The distance I turned around became yearning, and the deep and shallow footprints behind me finally returned to the starting point, which proved my unyielding stubbornness again and again. I'm afraid I have no chance to say goodbye to you, because I may not meet you. I will leave the familiar place tomorrow, and my tears can't stop. I will firmly remember your face and cherish the thoughts you gave me. These days are in my heart and will never pass.
(4)
What can't be achieved and forgotten is called forever.
Disappeared past, songs sung, words spoken, people read.
But I can't bear to look back, so many, so many, that the absurd life with nothing now is even more suffocating.
When all the memories were buried, I was swallowed up from all around without any defense.
Sorrow is like a broken river, and I am teetering.
If all this is a grand and indifferent lie, then who is cheating, which makes my hesitation dim.
(5)
Year after year, I seem to have stayed here for a long time, but I don't want to go back to my original place after a few years. The buildings in this city cover the sky, and people's lives seem to be very relaxed and comfortable. But in my eyes, it's just gray. Clouds are blowing away, and the surface scenery can't hide the sadness in my heart. A person wandering, alone, even in the vast sea of people, can not feel the warmth. Five years, I feel too many endings. After all, we live in trivial reality, and regrets abound. Maybe from then on, time stopped. Never completely got rid of it. You can like many people in your life, but only one will be engraved in your heart and mind. Only one person will make himself the most practical. Only one person will make you laugh the brightest and cry the saddest. I used to think that some mottled past events have been blurred in my anxious heart. Unexpectedly, the previous agreement is still unforgettable. I'm lost. Are you still there?
I waited with a whole picture of youth, but I didn't know what would come. ...
I am too close to memories to forget those mottled times. I am like a naive child, hoping to pull my happiness out of the hidden negativity at some point.
(6)
Apple-flavored lollipop, he is always sweet, giving people a lot of romance and sweetness, but sometimes he is sour, maybe he will taste the acid inside at an inappropriate time. And mint-flavored lollipops, he always gives you a little coolness, as always, and he won't give you too much feeling or burden, which is unremarkable.
Record life, then a sentence, thrilling words, passing sentences, and then travel far.
Modern Poetry of Memory 10 When you leave, the umbrella of memory.
It is raining.
Missing spoils my eyes.
Such a long time
I'm still alive with the pain of your drunken departure.
Although the final dream will be shattered like rain.
The earth has gathered your sadness and mine.
Love, accompany you to heaven.
The road under your feet,
Stretch out into the distance casually
I hold on to your heart.
In the shape of an umbrella
Want to stop, sad like rain.
How I wish I had a shoulder to lean on.
No matter how hard the future is, no matter whether there is company or not,
At least, you should take care of yourself.
The saddest thing is not to cry, but to cry helplessly until the tears run dry.
I'm leaving. Get out of here and live alone.
I want to grow up. Get out of here and live alone.
I want to escape. Get out of here and live alone.
I forget how long I have lived in your shadow, from sadness again and again to numbness now.
How many times have I forgotten? I gradually lost consciousness in tears under your quarrel, and then fell asleep.
I don't think I will shed these useless tears any more.
In your eyes, except for scores, there are only scores. Even if I really meet your requirements, what can I get?
You have no idea how hurtful your words are, so it doesn't matter.
One day I will leave without a trace of attachment.
I admit that my former self was afraid of losing this "love" harbor, but if such a home brings me harm rather than warmth, there is no need to miss it.
Even a person can live a good life.
I know what will happen if I fail again this time.
I didn't know you would do anything more vicious or heartless.
These, I don't want to think again, not afraid but don't want to.
I don't want these things to affect my mood. No, not anymore.
I just hope you can remember that once some words are said, the damage is lifelong.
I think I will grow up, then leave and escape from everything.
Happiness is like sunshine, shining where I can't reach.
I want to be stronger. Just for myself.
I want to be braver. Just for myself.
I want to be more independent. Just for myself.
I know that I have never been a child blessed by God.
So I want to love myself and take care of myself as much as possible.
I know that if you want to be happy, you have to rely on yourself.
So I want to make myself happier as much as possible.
I know there are not many people in this world who can rely on.
So I want to be as independent as possible, even if there is only one person in the future, I will never be afraid.
I know that even if I fall, I will bravely get up.
So don't cry, because once tear drops, the guard will be lifted automatically.
I think I can be stronger.
I think I can be braver.
I think I can be more independent.
I can laugh all the time, but that smile is too fake.
I want to be happier. Try to smile even if it is difficult.
I want to be happier. Try to smile even if it is difficult.
I want to be happier. Try to smile even if it is difficult.
The beautiful radian drawn by the corners of the mouth is no longer from the heart, but the best defense against a world.
I know that if I am unhappy, I will lose my last courage, so I will try my best to make myself happy.
I know that if I am unhappy, no one will come back to sympathize with me, and no one will tell me that I will give you the happiness you want, so I will give all my happiness to myself.
I know that if I am unhappy, even the last smile will be lost, even if such a smile is fake, as long as I can continue, why not?
I can be happier.
I can be happier.
I can be happier.
I still can't get used to life without you.
I know that no matter how hard I try to disguise myself, I am trying to be stronger and braver.
That part of the heart is always empty.
It's cold, I won't remind myself to add one more dress.
It's late at night, and I won't let myself stay up late and go to bed early.
Ill, I won't drink more water, let alone take medicine.
Sad, I still don't know how to make myself happy.
The moonlight of the whole city can't pour out my thoughts.
I know there are some things I will never say in my life.
Perhaps only nostalgia is the best expression.
How I wish I had a shoulder to lean on.
How I wish I had a port to dock at.
It's just that all this is just a fantasy.
After a long time, my heart was lost in the beach of tears.