A beautiful modern poem 1 Life can actually be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to, looking for
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears, for everyone.
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
A very beautiful modern poem. Please come to my side. When I am old,
Blood gas drops, nerve tingling;
When my heart is heavy,
When all the functions of life are numb.
Please come to me as my senses.
Suffering from overwhelming confidence;
Time is like a madman scattering dust,
Life is like the flame of revenge.
Please come to me as my faith.
It has dried up and people are like flying insects in early spring.
After laying eggs, they will sting and hum.
Weave a cocoon and wait for death.
Please come to me when I die,
To mark the end of the struggle for life,
On the dark edge of lower life,
Point out the dawn of an eternal day.
Very beautiful modern poem 3 silent loneliness is like rain.
Piece by piece.
The interweaving of cold crystals looks for jade-like stone in cold time.
Like a flower and a dream.
Autumn in the distance
Send me a white maple leaf.
The map on the leaf is our contact information.
I covered the earth with leaves.
You came to miss that day.
But I remember.
Very beautiful modern poem 4. I didn't expect that we could often eat some Japanese food.
By the way, visit the dazzling vegetable market.
There are all kinds of vegetables, fruits, chicken, duck and fish.
It's still fresh, and there are an endless stream of foreign guests.
Maybe I should be familiar with the procurement process, as well as bargaining and so on.
Prepare the ingredients, choose the taste and give it to others.
Maybe I should be in charge of the last link, such as washing.
Although it is complicated and piled up like a mountain, I have music to accompany me.
Life seems to be like this, and daily necessities are not like them.
Never party or go to the kitchen, just travel around the world.
From classmates ten or twenty years ago to colleagues and peers.
After all kinds of hardships, all kinds of wind, frost, rain and snow have come to this day.
I still remember what we once said.
The once silent competition is now a thing of the past.
No matter how difficult, no matter how helpless.
Whether you come home loaded or unarmed.
The little life is quite nourishing, although
White hair has been quietly hidden, even though there are so many melancholy.
Today, the sky in Beijing is particularly blue, like our mood is flying.
Very beautiful modern poem 5 may be used to walking at night.
But I don't know where to go.
Probably used to walking alone.
But I can't erase my homesickness.
Even if the traffic is like a flood
Crush my bones
Souvenir for the soul
This is the smell of the country.
In the dark night
Obstacles to homesickness.
Concave-convex-convex
Then, my forehead bursts with words.
Is spring green? Who can tell me?
I'm going home.
Beautiful modern poem 6 misty rain,
Biliuwa
Only on Qingshi Road,
Only at the creek bridge in the evening.
I can't help wondering,
Like wine in the sunset,
Makes me a little drunk.
Wild wrens in early spring,
Lotus in midsummer,
Looking at Shu in late autumn,
Jade bone in winter.
In that gorgeous starry sky,
Under a shady tree,
Maybe it's the habitat of fireflies,
Or a dream.
A beautiful modern poem 7 My hometown is a glass of rice wine.
I miss my homesickness.
I don't know how far to go.
Meet you and hold hands.
Hometown or hometown
After walking for so long, I wonder if you have changed?
Now, in these photos,
Is there the most beautiful time in the memory of teenagers?
Please let me drink a cup of sorrow for you.
In the days of wandering.
Let my attachment stay in your heart.
Forever, forever
Very beautiful modern poem 8 Sitting quietly.
Light the smoke between your fingers slowly.
Ignorance of loneliness
Full of homesickness
listen to
The wind outside the window
Blow without a trace
Falling yellow leaves
flying all over the sky
heart
swing
Life is like a fallen leaf.
roam about
When and where to settle down
When will it be quiet?
Mom called.
Sincere greetings
It warms my heart.
The cost of care
Let my heart no longer be lonely.
Family, family
In order to make a living
For children.
I chose to drift
Despite so much suffering.
Usually Lacrimosa.
In order not to worry relatives.
Still strong enough to show
Smiling face
Family, family
I've been watching, too.
I miss you all the time.
How I wish
Always with you.
Accompanied by morning and night
But in fact,
But I can't be with you.
I only hope that the moon will send acacia.
Pray for peace for thousands of miles.
A very beautiful modern poem. When you turn around, the sun illuminates half the moon. Fortunately, this feeling does not require courage.
She must come from your hometown.
A group of sculptures were restored under the tree.
Fortunately, the livestock outside the door can still walk freely.
She must come from your hometown.
Band-AIDS used to be plastered all over the streets.
Fortunately, there will be no pain of reunion today.
She must come from your hometown.
Can you take a message?
It's a good thing the memory is so obvious.
She must come from your hometown.
A beautiful modern poem 10 Someone overflowed the dam, and smoke waves wrapped around the dusk.
At a sad crossroads
Well noise
A good dream spanning a thousand years
Set out in the sunset cage
Raise your lazy eyes
Shepherd's whip
The crisp bell rang at the entrance to the village.
Another burning night.
A face that reflects light.
The laughter of some children
Echo in the valley
The dead tree is still watching.
Branches and leaves are swaying in the cold wind.
Imagine a lot of good news.
Shuttle through the shade of trees
Beautiful modern poetry 1 1 hour.
Hold her thick hand
Bare and delicate feet
run for it
When talking nonsense.
Snuggle up in the mother's arms
Listen to the familiar lullaby.
The sound drifted by.
When I grow up
How many bustling cities have you walked through?
But I can't get out.
Mom's eyes
Even if it takes off brilliantly
Motherly love is still with you and my future.
Just because
We have been nagging with our mother.
A beautiful modern poem 12 once upon a time, you asked me.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Without hesitation, with some pride.
I told you.
My dream
That's what I thought at the time.
A dream within reach
You smiled.
Your smile is spoiled by warmth.
also
Something I don't understand
You only say to me
What a child.
Yes, I was.
Just a kid.
Small enough to keep thinking.
There is nothing I can't do, I can't do.
It's too small for me to understand.
In your smiling eyes
Hidden helplessness
Small enough for me to tell you confidently.
I'm an adult.
I am now.
Bigger than your forehead.
I am now.
Old enough to leave home alone.
I am now.
Something happened that was too big to cry.
However, I have no courage anymore.
Tell you my dream.
I don't know when.
This has become a wound.
So afraid of touching
I don't know when.
I don't have the courage to look it in the eye anymore.
Your smiling eyes
I haven't understood it since then.
Now I don't want to study
I'm here now.
I really want to tell you.
I'm still young.
such
I'll still get hurt
You're welcome
In your arms.
Or when something happens
straining
Your skirt
confidently
Hiding behind you
It is still young.
I can take it for granted.
Dreaming of my dream
It's still young, so
No matter what you do.
There are reasons to move forward.
and
There is a way out
A beautiful modern poem 13 witnessed it.
There is no music outside silence.
There is no sound outside the earth.
There is no mystery beyond thought.
There is no desolation except death.
My mind stopped wandering.
The soul is silent again.
Fatigue began to have an epiphany.
This is a humble world.
The poet lost his way in meditation.
The star smiled and wanted to be his guide.
This is a humble world.
The poet got lost in the panic.
The star smiled and wanted to be his guide.