Write modern poetry 1 happiness
Liu hanyi
In childhood
Happiness is a little candy.
Hold it in your mouth
But my heart is sweet
When I grow up
Happiness is a thick record of classmates.
There was a lot of people on every side.
The truth is concentrated in one place.
We'll talk about it later.
Happiness is a beautiful family portrait.
time goes by
But the smile will last forever
But now
Happiness is a warm letter from home
Lost?and?Found?
Warmth is just around the corner.
Two wishes for writing modern poetry
Cai Shangzhi
Life is like a dream, shaking off the world of mortals.
It became an altar of sake, rising every day and setting every month.
Indulge in mountains and rivers, cave in stone gates
I wish to be with rosy clouds and be carefree in the world.
I wish to wander around the world and return home at dusk.
Don't ask Jianghu, who is in charge of ups and downs?
Let him change the sea and the world of mortals will leave.
Yes, only one person, walking in the sunset.
I hope my childhood will be mature when the swallow returns.
When the kite was first broken, there were only shadow trees and a pot of warm wine.
I received your love letter in spring last year.
I want to hear from you about every section of the smoke waterway in the south of the Yangtze River.
Like a dream.
Thirteen years in a trance
What's the pain in the world? This is just love.
What am I afraid of?
Afraid of not seeing you.
Three wishes for writing modern poetry
Lin jiaxun
Wish,
The leaving wind blew my hair again.
Wish,
My dry mood can be calm again.
Wish,
You can look at me through the train window again.
Can't be Gorky's brave petrel,
I just want you to be that timid seagull,
Peace is good!
Can't be Haizi's spring flower facing the sea,
I just want you to be a blessed person wholeheartedly,
Just be happy.
It can't be Ai Qing's bird singing with a hoarse throat.
I just hope you are the tree with the birds,
Just ordinary.
Maybe,
You don't understand,
Not every petrel was lucky enough to escape lightning;
Not everyone who yearns for happiness will be like Haizi;
Not every bird can sing in a crisis,
I just hope that one day you will understand,
I only hope that one day you can be treated gently by the world.
Write modern poem 4 to junior high school when we will die.
Li Yusheng
The sky is still blue,
The clouds are still light.
The wind is still light. ...
Do you remember the promise you made when you were young and frivolous?
Do you remember the classmates who have been with you?
Young, not sad,
Pretend to miss the past with melancholy.
We always waste precious time.
But talk about the future with fantasy.
The critical point of grade three
Where should we go from here?
Will there be dependent people in the future?
How many flowers bloom and fall
A few degrees of clouds are rolling.
Junior high school life has become a beautiful memory for us.
Everyone is working hard for the future
Friendship that still exists.
Turn it into power.
Call us forward.
-to the junior high school when we will die.
Write five modern poems
Xu
In childhood
Yue is a playmate.
I'm at this end
Friends are over there.
When I grow up
The month is an email.
I'm at this end
Relatives are over there
We'll talk about it later.
Yue is an audience.
I want to tell you.
He is listening.
But now
The month is a diary.
I'm going through
It's recording
Writing Modern Poems 6 Phoenix and Phoenix
Zhang Yue
Don't send books in the clouds,
A piece of acacia, it is unbearable to read.
A song of phoenix begging for phoenix, we are separated by a day.
A song of phoenix seeking to burn, Qingyun tears dyed the hall.
A song of phoenix asks for phoenix, and the pupil is dull.
When can I play a song for you?
Feng Qiuhuang.
Feng Feng returned to his hometown,
Traveling around the world is a dream.
you and I
Gan Yuzhou
When I was a child,
Friendship is a sweet cookie.
You take a bite, I take a bite,
Delicious.
When I grow up,
Friendship is greeting across the screen,
One word from you, one word from me,
Feel warm.
Later,
Friendship is reunion after a long separation,
You're laughing, I'm joking,
All smiles.
Slowly,
Friendship is an independent habit,
You are here, I am here,
Regardless of each other!
Seven Superpowers of Writing Modern Poetry
Shuyina
If I had super powers,
Just light up the dark corner of your heart,
Give you a rainbow dream woven by clouds;
If I had super powers,
Just rub your scars,
Send you two pink strawberries dripping with honey;
If I had super powers,
Beat the monster out of you,
Give you some soda-flavored peach fudge;
I have super powers,
Super, super likes you.
Eight young people who have been in my heart all their lives writing modern poems.
Zhan Yuting
There are stars, the sea and Qian Shan waters in your eyes.
An inch of beauty between the eyebrows and eyes is harmful to acacia.
How clear the fundus is, how charming it is.
There are gorgeous peach blossoms and broken starlight.
Plain "the south wind crosses the border and the spring breeze is ten miles"
I was confused by "Spring blossoms face the sea"
As bright as a star, as hazy as a fog.
Suddenly understand.
All the Danqing Moshan mountains in this world are far away.
All this is paving the way for your stunning beauty.
You are the joy of youth.
This is Zhu Shazhi in my heart.
This is the Qingming moon in front of my window.
You are an expectation, a belief, and a driving force for it.
This is what I have been doing all my life and what I love.
Wang Zi started in Junkai and ended in Junkai.
Writing Modern Poems: April 9th on Earth
Zhou Lin zhi
From your immortal
Don't be sentenced
Imagination desire
The scene you went through.
Immortal romance
All kinds of flowers are competing to open.
Yellow, charming, red and bright.
The smell is different.
Rich or bleak?
The spring breeze blew.
Still as soft.
Willow branches sway like a girl.
Be intoxicated by the river waves.
Just missing.
You are eager to miss it.
Chant for a person.
Love that burns like fire
Write modern poetry 10 Life is full of warmth.
Zongyu Chen
Every spring,
Rich and colorful,
Spring is full.
I feel warm in the sun.
Yan Yu has come, and what melts in my heart is the whispering.
A little impatient again,
I only remember the coolness of autumn.
Until autumn,
The sky is clear,
The layers of forest are all dyed.
Meet Daoxiang and walk in the field against the sunset.
Suddenly I heard that I had returned to the wild goose and fell back into the pond. Peace of mind is my hometown.
I feel weak and sad,
It reminds me of the warm sunshine in spring.
Spring or autumn, rain or shine,
Be gentle when it rains,
Be warm when the sun is shining.
Believe that life is full of warmth,
Do you know that I am willing to hold that umbrella for you?
Write modern poetry 1 1 Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
lake
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Writing modern poetry 12 poet
There is a kind of persistence that is crazy.
There is a kind of effort that needs no return.
There is a narcissistic passion.
There is a name called poet.
Poetry condensed my feelings.
Poetry publicizes my dream.
Half is the tears of acacia.
Half is the flame of passion.
Poetry is concise writing.
Every word is a star in the sky.
I use emotional silk thread
Wearing jumping notes
Sing my madness
Singing the beauty of flowers
There is another dream.
Crossing the rhythm of Tang poetry and Song poetry
Go back to your heart
Write modern poetry 13 miss you
It hurts to think of someone who misses you so much.
I want to ask you, are you okay?
Words cannot express all my emotional poems.
So he was silent and escaped.
Have you understood all this?
I have never really walked through your world.
You occupy every dream of mine.
My heart doesn't want to complain about the injustice of heaven.
I just want you to miss you again, and I don't want to miss every second.
……
I wrote it. I don't know if you need it.
Miss you, from the wish of the leisure of flying leaves in Fenglin;
Miss you, blowing Ran Ran's hair from the breeze;
Miss you, from the dream, the lake is clear and leisurely.
Miss you, at the top of the mountain where the sunset will melt;
Miss you, by the rainbow in rainy Chu Qing;
Miss you, on the path of sparse bamboo bushes.
I miss you, I miss your poems, and I miss the emptiness after the dense fog bypasses the mountain tip.
Miss you, martyr after the waves hit the rocks,
Miss you, butterfly painstakingly cultivated for seven days of beauty.
In the melody played repeatedly,
Miss you
In the melody played repeatedly,
Whose vibrato is weak,
Miss you
Because of the bright green in early spring this year,
Can find * * * exciting draw,
Have the hope of the whole season.
I think you are because of my destiny takes a hand's lofty sentiments.
I will miss your poems in the cycle of time.
Pain and distortion
From season to season.
Writing Modern Poetry 14 Accompanying
Something to accompany us.
Record a certain time
Pain and happiness
It also records a relationship.
Warm and cool
That kind of fate is a bit fleeting.
People in love.
Like a carved statue
Stay in my heart for a long time
And continue to shape.
It was a gust of wind.
In the shell of our lives.
Have good seeds.
Take root, sprout and grow up forever
A memorable moment.
This old thing
take on an entirely new look
Use new content
Recorded that moment
A state of mind with unlimited scenery
That's a kind of
China people's mental outlook
Forgotten corner
It's also a pile.
Unforgettable hot events
People are in high spirits.
Work towards a goal
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The view in front of the house
A moment's shaking
The refracted eyes of the window look out.
The wind blew and the trees turned green.
The beauty of early spring
The warmth brought to my home.
Who will give up everything they have?
Running around looking for it.
Another self.
The eagle is singing.
The eagle is singing.
The eagle circled in the valley.
The water in the river bed gurgled.
Singing euphemistic songs
Who brought you beauty?
fallen leaves
Never go back to the tree and cry.
Regenerated leaves
But it's tender.
The breath of spring
Green laziness
Respiratory intestine
The chest is also standing up.
Your love, in the sun
Walking towards paddy fields
decision
fallen leaves
Fell from the tree.
That day began.
Fate has been sealed.
Why not?
Flexible?
Stick to a foreign country
rental housing
Live a hard life.
What is youth?
invincible
Powerful poetic rhyme
Can't be moved
She longed for the day of plantain.
In the mourning of papaya
Looking at the drooling fruit
seat
Look at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the hall
Wang Tian bian yun Juan Yunfu
Coffee without sugar
After tasting for a while, the banquet broke up.
People under the gazebo
Leave the beach by the sea
Three three two two.
Their respective dorms, and then
Talking about a pleasant lunch
In those seawater
Rolling waves
What kind of jump?
Tango dance
Surf on the pedal
Facing the rising waves
Float this way
Compiling Modern Poetry 15 Regret
Regret and you
Say goodbye.
Regret it?
Leave you behind
It's just the distance between the ends of the earth
Where is our home?
How I long for it.
You can come to my side.
Accompany me through spring, summer, autumn and winter
But all dreams
Has been washed away by tears
I'm so stupid.
Stupid enough to believe
What you said.
I am so stupid.
Crazy enough to do this for you
Pay at all costs
But the pain after sweetness
I just swallowed it myself.
I have loved you for so many years.
I didn't expect you to send me flowers.
I just want to be with you.
Walk through the prosperity of life
I don't know what this dream is.
Who can be your concern?
I don't know. Years later,
Who is the only one for you?
Write modern poetry 16 Tian Wen
Yu Guangzhong
The brilliance on the water
One by one. Why?
Even at dusk?
Lights on the ground
One by one. Why?
Everything went into the night.
Stars in the sky
One by one. Why?
It's early in the morning. So what?
Our lives.
Day after day, why?
What about eternity?
When I left, ah
What took me away?
How's the weather?
Is it twilight? Faint?
Is it dark?
Is it dawn? I am upset
Write modern poetry 17 dad
When I was young.
Dad is very energetic.
For the family's livelihood
There is always inexhaustible energy.
A bag of dry cigarettes
Zhong Yi Jiu Shao
Is his greatest luxury.
The children's laughter
Than listening to Chang Xiangyu sing opera.
He is still happy.
The change of time
Bleached my father's black hair.
The hardships of life
It added many wrinkles to his forehead.
Dad! Dad!
My old father
You are my favorite person.
You gave your youth.
Devote oneself to life.
I'd rather get involved myself.
Than drag their children down.
You use care and love
Take care of my mother who is ill in bed.
For home.
You have worked hard all your life.
You don't like it very much.
You have suffered a lot, but you have not endured it.
You are a monument in the hearts of children.
You are the great hero of our family.
Writing modern poetry 18 mother
The day of delivery.
Touch swollen breasts
Touch the abdomen with obvious fetal movement
Mother's pride is written on her face.
Written on the smooth and plump chest of the earth.
The sickle of life shines.
The significance of starting to harvest cherries.
No one doubts mother's spring scenery.
Mom's wish has already begun.
Along the direction of soybeans and corn
Sow me in a beautiful dream
Mother used to graze cattle and sheep.
Fictional girl's love in colorful clouds
On a morning full of wine.
Shyly hide the secret of flowers
Mother's flute ripples in spring.
Purplish petals are falling.
The lonely wind blew out the lamp.
I am the mother's spring
In my mother's unmarried garden.
Waiting for the prince in the distance
The white horse running in the distance.
The prince and the white horse
Slow unity
On the bright branches in spring
The young mother finally ushered in the sedan chair.
Eventually became the theme of the earth celebration.
A chubby baby in vain
A baby in a red belly pocket.
Mother's autumn, the melon is ripe and the fruit falls.
The eternal story of becoming a mother