I often think.
What's the date today?
oh
Time to sing.
Flowing like a gurgling spring
Aimless flow
Take a leisurely walk during the day.
Or the daydream of Tang poetry and Song poetry in the dark?
At home alone.
Unmanned walkie-talkie
cage bird
A good companion for small talk.
Your birdsong may not be accompanied by flowers.
I can only grow some flowers and plants.
Create the illusion of nature for you
Come on, you're talking.
Quickly drowned my nursery rhymes.
At home alone.
I often miss the land of my childhood.
Inside and outside the hospital
The works of a great writer/calligrapher/painter
look
A colorful gallery
Just a green one.
Who can bring splash-ink and painting to the extreme?
These thousands of levels of makeup
A few golden branches
It's still fragrant
Butterfly bee
What a good story. Very profound.
The most fascinating
Count the unknown grasses.
Let the stars become elegant and white
Small sapphire
……
Hide in the green
It's raining hard.
How unwilling
Kiss a shy little face
At home alone.
Days are absurd.
With scissors in his left hand.
I don't know how to squat for a long time.
This cold heart of stone
How can you hurt my food?
amitabha
vegetables
You will grow new branches and buds.
Let my fingertips touch your heart
I love you with my body temperature and cure you.
Smell it.
Your fragrance
Wandering between my fingers
correct
There is no need to be melancholy, and women's minds should not be too long.
see
The pea seedling girl stared at the slate.
Stick a yellow flower in front of the mirror.
Elegant pace
Will walk out of the boudoir.
ridiculous
A person's Day
Talking to birds
How to turn green again
Pour out personal space
Get out of this yard quickly
sky
It will be bright in the sun.
Don't forget.
Agreement with colorful students
Ha ha laugh
My day
How? How?
Modern Poetry: The next day, Father, when you leave.
I am far away.
Now stand in front of your grave
It's like standing in a nightmare in a previous life.
I don't believe it.
This little mound in front of me
It is the end of your hard life.
Father, I am your most disturbed child.
You're gone
On that country road
Who is on crutches?
I was trembling when I got home.
Father, the field is so empty without you.
In this empty wilderness
I became a fallen leaf.
Crying and shouting, I can't find my way home.
Father, do you know?
Your distant back
Locked the door of my hometown
From then on, I became a homeless child.
Will disappear forever in the distance
I can only cry with tears in my eyes.
Pretend to be strong
Modern Poetry: On the third day, I could hardly write poetry.
But I like poetry very much.
In the days when I can't write poetry.
I will be very sad.
Just like in a storm.
Holding an umbrella alone.
I don't know where to drift.
I ordered tea.
A sea of poetry.
I wander and swim.
It's like thinking in heaven.
but
We haven't found the turning route yet.
sometimes
See the editor's gentle answer
Instead, he became a guilty lamb.
I set foot in the downtown area.
The charm of enjoying the scenery.
Take a closer look at the peach blossom in human face.
I always want to make a bunch of poems.
Moving head, patchwork scenery
Just don't listen to your thoughts.
You can't line up in a row.
I wandered along the country road.
There is the source of my life boat.
My life aftertaste is full of flavor.
Look up at the relics of our ancestors.
Look at the prosperity of modern civilized villages.
Although I have endless thoughts and feelings
Can't sing a few words.
Love of the earth
I walked into my dear tea again.
seek
the original
Poetry with a long history
This is a big river with navigation marks.
Just hang your heart high on the windward sail.
There will be no more distant shore.
Modern Poetry: On the fourth day, the college entrance examination finally arrived.
At this time today.
The balance is quiet and the sun shines high.
The leaves lie lazily in the hands of her mother-in-law Feng.
Grass grows very beautifully on lush land.
My son had breakfast.
Laugh with me and set out together.
There is no talk about the college entrance examination between each other's words.
But I can feel the flow between us.
It belongs to the different taste of the college entrance examination-
The feeling of pain when touching lightly.
One volume is divided into high volume and low volume.
Cruel eye-catching grabbed the students' throats.
I looked at the backs of those children at the school gate.
heavy
Bend the chest of youth
Breathe carefully.
I'm afraid that a slight noise will disturb the serious campus.
Afraid that the knowledge hidden in the brain will overflow.
Afraid that the sound is too loud to disturb the rhythm of the college entrance examination.
children
Disappear behind the campus
It became a pen tip in the expectation of parents.
Mobile fashion
As incisively and vividly as silkworms spin silk.
Believe in the good times in transformation.
The bell at the end of the answer
Let parents who have been waiting at the school gate
Turn silence into a long and comfortable tide
Greet your children with a smile.
Regardless of the answer sheet
Heart to heart love
Ripples in the eyes of encouragement.
Waiting for "suffering"
Waiting for "suffering"
Share this happy moment together.
Modern Poetry: The Water of Zijiang River on the Fifth Day
On a sunny day,
I hold your softness.
Immersed in your singing,
In the intoxication of green,
Forgot how to speak and act.
There are also small fish that are almost transparent like me.
Lost in your transparent arms.
The rugged mountain road is accompanied by you.
It became a kind of romance,
Dense green trees
The smiling face is reflected in your eyes, so
The mountain flowers are in bloom,
Until a distant day ...
Modern poetry: six days and six nights, sleeping deeply.
When the sun sets, my thoughts vanish.
Not too bright, I can't stand it.
Take another look and think it's red.
This is Yun's clothes.
The wind is not strong and broken.
A cloudy day
Like fish in the sea.
Shiny scales on the back
tripping
If you stand in midair, you will never see it.
Night will come sooner or later.
Veil dancing is not mysterious.
This is a cautious and intensive idea.
Fine and dense
I'm trapped,
Only the sound of tears falling from the clouds.
Modern Poetry: The Seventh Day Moon
Apical flow
Music and meticulous thoughts,
Chewing on a moonless night in autumn.
Just sent away the full moon!
The day when I just sent away the full moon.
I can't find her,
She walked too fast.
Or am I not snuggling together?
Snuggle together tightly
Won't the moon fall?
Yunhang walked over and smiled at me.
The tree was gently shaken by dust,
Keep shaking your head at me.
The smell of autumn gardens stung my nose sourly.
Forget the moon.
Yexiang curtain
How many wonderful pictures are on?
The charm of neon lights
The noise of cars coming and going
The pavilions with the narrowest figure
Can you forget?
Busy is theirs.
The bright moon is mine.
Modern Poetry: The Corner of the Sunlight on the Eighth Day
There is a sunny corner.
Slant through the window
Push away the clouds that have been covered for a long time
Gorgeously open by the window
Flowers and plants have been kept on the table for a long time
Bud lazily.
Facing the sunshine
Laugh silly Laugh silly
The lingering of plum rain
Let the rock inexplicably accept velvet moss.
Soften gradually
The oblique angle of the sun
Let the sharp edges and corners still shine.
Modern Poetry: I remember the ninth day.
—— To the class reunion of Chunhua Middle School 12.
God knows my heart.
Kuaile shower
20xx165438+1October 7th
This is a memorable day.
suddenly
suffer from insomnia
Are you the same as you were 30 years ago?
Are you still the lovely you?
Are you still the one who loves to laugh?
Are you still the one crying?
Are you still the one who keeps smiling and not talking?
Are you still the beautiful and handsome guy who likes you?
I can't imagine what I will say to you when I see you.
Where should I start with what I have to say in these thirty years?
There you are.
Get out of the car
Why so many?
You don't know me.
I don't know you.
You are no longer the person I imagined you to be thirty years ago.
Too mature.
Much more stable.
There are so many traces of time.
The passionate opening remarks of the old monitor.
It kicked off the class reunion.
I shook my hand.
Drink the wine before you drink it.
Hug and hug.
Take a group photo and then take it.
Can't finish talking
I can't finish kissing.
Classmates fall in love.
Flowers or those flowers?
Handsome guys or those handsome guys
The teacher is still the former teacher.
This is just a time-space transformation.
Let's get together today.
In this special day
Zhu Jia, Gao, Meng and Wang. ...
All the teachers who work hard for us.
Always healthy and happy.
Reluctant to part.
An affectionate gaze
Tears at parting
Frozen in a drizzly afternoon in the late autumn of 20xx.
Wave your hand,
We go to the world separately.
To the students.
It will be daytime later.
be without incident
Xing xingfu fu
happy
Memories that can never be erased.
20xx165438+1October 7th
It is drizzling in late autumn.
This day is full of laughter and tears.
Modern Poetry: On the first day of 10, you said that you would live happily together today.
I said, if we live far apart, we can't go back.
The days when the Buddha was released yesterday are gone forever.
Those flowers are in full bloom,
/
Tears are silent, rolling in the deep heart,
There are countless reasons to cry,
I miss walking with your laughter at night,
Looking back on the crazy years, I am grateful to have you by my side.
/
Too many beautiful dreams always make people wait so hard.
Send you an immortal specimen of missing,
I hate being punished for insomnia until dawn every day.
Cultivate honesty with yourself in the mirror,
/
Throw away your heavy makeup and put on a comfortable face.
When the wind comes, write down what you want to say to the sky in the air.
Thank you for saving my wonderful moment at the edge of the cliff.
Lovers who go to different places remember to wait for them.
/
How do people who talk nonstop know the beauty of loneliness?
Is there an angel who will tell me which way to go in life,
Don't touch the virtual world with electronic products every day.
How fast do you have to run to see the rainbow light,
/
I don't know if the impulsive choice is right or wrong.
No one in the adult world can get full marks,
Hiding in the corner of life in a daze, I don't know what to do,
Someone will care about their loneliness,
/
The talents of others always make them envy, envy and hate.
Someone is always so successful,
The regret gap in my heart will only get bigger and bigger.
I can't find my innocent self when I was a child.
/
If one day I disappear, will the sun cry?
The crowded heart is punctured by fate again and again,
Is that the dream has rotted,
Ask heaven where the direction of happiness is,
/
Those flowers, those days,
In my heart, I have never forgotten it.