Modern Poetry of Waiting 1 Waiting
My hand is still waving.
Looking for your trace
You will also touch happiness.
Confiscate all happiness
At the same time, my steps are too heavy.
Crawl along the endless road
I wonder how long it will take.
If the deadline is too long
In the spring and autumn period
Could it be me again?
Suddenly afraid
There are always several galaxies in the distance.
I can't say what I like.
Be bought away by loneliness
Who will meet me again?
Words will not change in this life.
You can't take this street.
Just chatting alone.
Modern Poetry of Waiting 2. Father's Waiting
The moment I sent my son away.
Suddenly I feel that you are around.
My worries
Because of your heavy fist.
The same train
The same station
Full of the same deep love
On the night of April 2,
I often dream of your face.
My deep thought
Fermented by your desire.
The same Mid-Autumn Festival full moon
It's also a long night.
The same dream turned into a dim light.
You are not strong, let alone stalwart.
But also fearless, no regrets.
Swallow the bitterness of life
Overcome the obstacles of fate
Take one's own responsibility
I always think of it when I am unhappy.
How can your sick body survive the mourning day?
Grandpa's ashtray is full of your difficulties.
It's hard to refresh grandma's smiling face ...
Always be grateful on holidays.
How can your thin shoulders stir up the mountain of parenting?
Brothers and sisters deserve your kindness.
Kindness is our eternal property.
Now, you are drifting away.
Live in a clear and quiet harbor
I copied your footsteps and approached your long-cherished wish.
Adjust my sail and sail for your other shore.
Looking forward to being like you.
No regrets!
Modern Poetry of Waiting 3 Waiting
one person
Walking alone in the dense jungle
With the rain in May
then
Through that jungle
one person
Handsome among the flowers
Narrow your eyes and look for it quietly.
A flower
It's not open yet.
Dew on the bud
Be permeated with fragrance
A very, very charming smell.
Rain began to flood in late spring.
With the withering of flowers last year.
Modern Poetry of Waiting 4 Waiting and Dreams
Want to pick a bluegrass
Put it in the corner of the table.
Fragrant fragrance
Follow my dreams.
Want to plant a buttonwood tree
In the heart garden
Like butterfly leaves.
Keep giving me the strength to move forward.
but
It's winter.
Fallen leaves are floating everywhere.
Only cold, frost and snow exert their charm.
I don't know
Such continuous days and expectations
Will it synthesize a complete dream?
Let me smell the scent of bluegrass when I am tired.
Indus appears in the sun.
although
Such a scene
Appear in a dream
I don't know
A snowy winter
Greedy dreams in my window
and
An idea that has been brewing for a long time.
Yes or no
After all, no game can only be deduction.
And my beloved bluegrass
But the plane tree I'm looking forward to
Will it become a plot?
Often put the expected scene
Silhouette into pieces of missing.
although
In his own novels,
When you monopolize the afternoon sunshine.
Release as scheduled
perhaps
No one will know.
When everything
When it turns into rumors and phantoms
Only wait and never return.
Will bear the heavy price of loss.
Once and now
And the future.
Waiting for Modern Poetry 5 Waiting for Happiness
I know everyone wants to be a happy person.
Eat delicious food, watch movies and travel everywhere.
Work is very relaxed, walking hand in hand in the sunset.
Don't worry about the house and health.
As long as you look at the smiling face, you can feel the breath of happiness.
You can feel happy just by listening to laughter.
At this time, we can see everyone.
Are kind and harmonious.
At this time, every river, every mountain, including every tree.
Is the source of happiness.
At this time, every cloud, every bird, including every flower.
Are wonderful notes.
There are countless rainbows in the sky.
There are countless magpies falling on it.
Singing the same happy song
There are thousands of kinds of fruits on the earth.
There are thousands of insects dancing.
The joy of celebrating the same harvest
Now, we, migrant workers,
Waiting to have a good mood every day.
Every day after dusk, after work.
Get a happy kiss from afar
Then wash clothes happily.
Sleep soundly in sweetness
Waiting for Modern Poetry 6 Waiting for Happiness
A friend said that someone had confessed to her recently.
Did I ask her how to accept each other?
She said no, because she still couldn't forget him.
I hope to meet him again in the vast space one day.
She said she didn't know when it was just him.
It doesn't fit at all,
I asked her how long she would have to wait.
She said, I don't know, but now I really can't hold anyone in my heart.
Maybe just wait, wait a few years, maybe that's it.
I said, aren't you lonely? Don't you want some company?
She said she was used to living alone.
Occasionally, I will miss him quietly and think about that encounter.
It's really a bit dramatic, maybe it's so-called love at first sight.
Listening to a program the other day, a friend who had been separated for several years met in the vast network.
She hopes that she and he can meet in the vast space.
She felt silly herself, but there was nothing she could do.
Because love can't be reconciled, not because of emotion,
And I won't be with each other because I'm lonely
If it takes 500 years of practice to let this life pass by.
Then she is willing to wait all her life to meet him again in this life.
I said, why don't you ask your friends?
Maybe he has a girlfriend, maybe he is married.
She said she didn't know, and then she was silent.
In fact, I know that she is impossible.
She is regarded as a quiet and delicate girl.
I'd rather wait like this without an ending
I know she tried to find him.
But it turned out that she knew nothing about him.
What's his last name, name, job and where does he live?
I looked at her and was silent.
because
Some people may turn around for life.
Waiting for a modern poem 7. Waiting for a blooming morning.
one person
Walking alone in the dense jungle
With the rain in May
then
Through that jungle
one person
Handsome among the flowers
Narrow your eyes and look for it quietly.
A flower
It's not open yet.
Dew on the bud
Be permeated with fragrance
A very, very charming smell.
Rain began to flood in late spring.
With the withering of flowers last year.
Waiting for a modern poem 8 Waiting for a blooming morning.
My hand is still waving.
Looking for your trace
You will also touch happiness.
Confiscate all happiness
At the same time, my steps are too heavy.
Crawl along the endless road
I wonder how long it will take.
If the deadline is too long
In the spring and autumn period
Could it be me again?
Suddenly afraid
There are always several galaxies in the distance.
I can't say what I like.
Be bought away by loneliness
Who will meet me again?
Words will not change in this life.
You can't take this street.
Just chatting alone.