Time stays at the end of the cycle,
Look back at me.
Unfortunately, no one is waiting,
Otherwise, anyway,
What fate, what heaven
What purgatory,
I have a longitudinal bone,
On that day,
Even if it's just a glimpse,
At least there are memories!
According to legend,
Dreams stand at the top of time,
Looking down on you and me.
Unfortunately, it is not recorded in the history books.
I can only stay out of history,
Looking for those, forgotten fragments.
Finally, a little, a little,
Put it together,
I covered my heart and smiled.
According to legend,
You stand in a dream,
Look at me quietly.
Unfortunately, I can't see, those calm eyes,
Just one day, another day,
Repeat, once you get used to it.
-look coldly, time.
There are no legends in the world,
Those circulating,
But it's just, it's just a story between you and me.
Legend 2 of modern poetry originated from the spread of fire on the earth in the wind.
The wind burning in the fire flows in the sky.
Primitive rocks and
virgin vegetation
After the arrival of wind and fire.
All reduced to ashes.
This kind of ash is primitive life.
Legend has it that fire is the source of life.
She has brought a new starting point to the world.
Everything sparks from scene to scene because of her brilliance.
To get rid of the stiff state.
Legend has it that the wind is the driving force of life.
She has brought endless changes to the world.
All living things are under her care.
Can generate interest from generation to generation.
In the ashes left by wind and fire
The seeds of life are buried everywhere.
On the torn original rocks and vegetation
Produce all kinds of flowers, animals and insects. ...
Legend of Modern Poetry 3 The world is too vast to be planted in the shade.
Who to put in this silent corner?
Time flies.
Live. Life doesn't have to escape.
Who is desperate to rush into the ocean of love
Fight for happiness
But I didn't grasp it well.
The end of the road
Love will kill happiness.
Look up at the sky with white clouds.
But I can't find my hope.
How to nail
About our constellation
Silver stars twinkle at night.
But I can't see the outline of happiness
Fireworks for two people
Who is persistent for whom?
Who is flustered for whom?
The promise of a light breeze and clouds
It won't work out.
When love turns to powder in silence
Scattered between heaven and earth
Na Pianhai.
It has also become a vast desert.
finally
Happiness has become a distant legend.
Modern Poetry Legend 4 "Selling Jade Only for the Fragrant Legend"
If I have to wait
Then I am willing to wait for a flower to bloom.
At the most beautiful moment
See her most vivid charm.
To this end, I went to find a gentle land.
Compared with the essence of the earth, she is more suitable for gathering a wisp of incense.
Finally, in the fragrance, I miss the past.
It really is.
This has become a legend.
On the branches full of love
Wash the soul and restore the essence of jade.
When I recall all this again,
My heart is breathing rapidly, trying to find courage.
Just to become a rare beauty.
When I am down and out, I am anxious to welcome a new day.
You just before the end of the night
Became a legendary secret
Like a flower, I don't want to be teased by the season.
Legend 5 of modern poetry may be a beautiful legend of Jingwei filling the sea.
Will want to light a lamp in the endless suffering of children.
Perhaps it's a firm attachment to Gong Yu's yearning for mountains.
I will want to sing new songs in the mountainous areas where children are blocked.
You don't care about the dark twilight hanging on the horizon.
I don't care about the rugged thorns.
With young dreams and persistence
Say goodbye to the neon lights of the city.
You're gone!
Crush a mountain with your feet.
Fill the river with gravel.
Mottled adobe walls are children's eyes eager for knowledge.
Tears boiled and flooded the ancient world.
You are like Pangu's high arm.
Pierce the chaotic sky
Since then, there has been no winter snow in the children's world.
The spring of life begins to change color here.
Lang Lang's book Sound conveys a kind of freedom.
The candlelight in the middle of the night gives off endless waste heat.
How many stories have been blown by the wind and fallen without a trace?
How many lives are noisy and finally silent?
You stand in the wind and watch the sun set.
Time has shaped you into an eternal stone carving.
When the tide rises, dusk floats over the mountains.
Children's tears are your best harvest.
You are like an angel.
With the smell of children's tears
Carve the most touching legend in the world.
Legend of modern poetry 6. He returned from his strengths in sandstorm.
No tears, no harm
Once the end of the world
Therefore, foreign peach blossoms are full of branches.
A Huang Shoupa.
Who's worried?
The wind is getting stronger and stronger.
Catkin floating in spring
Stop on his palm.
Touch his forehead.
Someone whispered
return
Don't let the spring breeze get old
Yunzhengyong
Can't cover the moonlight
Sprinkle it on his heart
Grab his eyes.
Smile.
You see you see
The night around your fingers is soft.
Tired heart is getting drunk.
He boldly raised his glass.
Invite the bright moon, invite the breeze.
Moonlight is full of cups, and dew is full of cups.
Moisturize peach blossoms
The night is blushing.
Legend of Modern Poetry 7 That's just a beautiful legend.
But touched those spoony people.
I didn't escape either.
It's not tomorrow's date that makes me homesick.
It is that beautiful and sad story that makes me think hard.
Of course, I don't want them to meet only tomorrow.
But at this point, she and I are divided into two places.
I also want to fly in the sky.
Go and see that reassuring person in the distance.
It's just that such a tired thought makes me lose my strength.
I don't have such a touching story to tell.
Only my cold heart is still struggling.
At the end of the night, it beats hard alone.
I can only say this: "This love is just a legend, a story told to myself."
Legend of Modern Poetry 8 You hang down the pen in your hand to make your feelings brilliant.
Close your charming misty eyes and go.
A hurricane broke out in the Sahara desert.
The sand blew into my sore eyes for a long time.
You closed your suffocating eyes and left.
Hang your love thread on the injured reader when you leave.
How do you know who blooms for you in the world?
The feelings of northwest folk songs cry for you.
Some people say you went to heaven.
I want to be a butterfly to see you off.
Some people say that you went to Hanyu Palace.
I want to turn the wind into the wind and relieve your troubles.
I wonder if the kingdom of heaven is lonely.
Is Chang 'e still lonely in the middle of the month?
When you left, you were in such a hurry that you forgot to bring an clavichord.
Is it as tall as the earth?
I want you to play a variation of Sahara.
Have you forgotten the love legends in the world?
Empty the eyes of thousands of people waiting for you in the world.
Why, why, why, why
In my dream, homing pigeons stopped taking me to fly.
Legend of Modern Poetry 9 Legend, Sleep with Your Nickname _ Modern Poetry
Light a Kongming lantern.
Let go of one's wishes
Through the time and space of the fire tree silver flower
In the Han Dynasty, I met Dong Fangshuo and Yuanxiao girl.
Diffuse and gentle, with a plate of glutinous rice balls.
When the moonlight is full, I cook time.
I saw a pool of autumn water, full of spring.
Exile Shui Piao Lotus Lantern
Write down a blessing
Gathered in the vast sea.
In the Southern Dynasties, I met Zigu and twisted her into a portrait of a scarecrow.
The beauty of goodness is poetic and considerate.
Suddenly suddenly enlightened, stroking a simple heart.
Imagine you as I always imagined you to be.
Outside the window, a beautiful word rang
Falling out of the flowers and painting the rain, lovesickness becomes drunk
Looking for the Northern Song Dynasty,
Dreaming of Ouyang Xiu's willow head on the moon,
Explore the Southern Song Dynasty,
The people who dreamed of Xin Qiji were looking for it.
This night, I will take you to step on songs with torches.
This night, I want to sleep with your nickname on my pillow.
This night, doomed to meet again.
Modern poetry legend 10 bid farewell to yesterday's helplessness and set foot on a ship about to set sail.
Let bygones be bygones, let all the sadness go with the wind!
Don't carry loneliness on your shoulders, and go into battle lightly in the future!
Maybe the road ahead may not be smooth sailing, but you will face it calmly after the storm.
If you miss the flowers, you will reap the rain. If you lose love, you must be brave enough to take responsibility.
No one can live forever, and only when you have it can you love calmly.
Let my sky give you a quiet, let my reminder bless you forever.
Wave goodbye to my white-haired parents and kiss my lovely little girl.
Helpless tears wet the clothes, hurting at the bottom of my heart and hurting at the bottom of my heart!
Don't travel through the years, you are my only concern.
How much I love you, but I can't give you a little warmth.
The vast journey of life, the future is vague.
Sour and astringent tears walked out of the familiar home.
What year did you meet? I turned back step by step but I couldn't keep your figure.
Pack your bags and go to the end of the world
Leave a space in your heart! Let yourself have the courage to face all the scars.
May your days here be smooth sailing, and may your life no longer have a bitter taste.