Ren Yuehua sprinkled the autumn wind and caressed her face.
Away from the glitz of the city
Think quietly
Are you listening to my heart in the distance?
Feel the waves in my heart.
How many times have I read the stars all over the sky?
Trying to find your eyes
Can you feel your temperature in my fiery eyes?
I paint my heart as a beautiful picture.
Hanging in my eyes has become a landscape in my sight.
The journey of my life is always full of your salty taste.
You are my charming dream feast in the silent night.
I really want to hold your hand.
Dancing in the sound of flowers
Like kissing your lips
Harvest a full love in the maturity of autumn.
I write you into a beautiful prose poem in the early morning.
Day, night and night
Carry you over and over again
Until I turn you into my body fluid
Into my life.
I'm in the feeling of this full moon
Chew you, look around and be close to you.
Are you like me?
Loneliness on the first floor
Lick the new sorrow under the moon
Did you hear the voice of my thoughts?
Fast and heavy
I wait on a full moon night.
Waiting to rely on your round and warm shoulders
Another full moon is hanging high.
This full moon is full of loneliness, lovesickness and expectation.
Who knows the meaning of this full moon advancing and retreating?
Who knows acacia can't meet each other?
I walk alone in the moonlight.
The fallen leaves before unrequited love put my lovesickness
Layers of bedding
I let the autumn wind take my poem away.
The full moon is high and the wind is clear and the clouds are light.
Who's with you?
Modern Poetry Originality 2 1 Forgotten High Wall
There is no need to emphasize it at this time.
About the pain of a thorn piercing a poem.
They are fierce and admire each other.
Generation shows what a woman can bear.
All the humiliation and contradictions
Before that, she communicated with a wall for a long time.
I was too naive to find my mother.
The wall watched her carefully and keenly.
Let her know that as long as there is water, light and air.
Thorn bushes will never put themselves in an awkward position.
(even if it is intentional, even if it is cultivated)
Whatever happens.
The mission to sneak into Lower Egypt
Speaking of contributions, a new fraternity has emerged.
The beauty of a poem
This is fresh rain and dew-shy and refracted.
I was surprised to find that a person died earlier than his previous life.
How insignificant this is. Compared with them.
Suffering is more like a prayer for life.
Please forgive me for suppressing my excitement and enduring it in the dark.
The old man is begging in the street.
I want to buy her humble life.
Instead, I want to give it to her.
It is also a humble life, with a fragrant poem.
a rose with thorns
3 pairs: loved ones.
The old woman who sells flowers only sells three.
Take good care of my roses, violets and peonies all my life.
Nothing is more magical than loving them.
Depressed dimples, mysterious eyes, and the ferocity of waving flags and shouting.
I will always be sick and ugly.
Need a lot of Chinese medicine and unlimited sunshine.
Even burst the flowerpot.
The body also has to experience some wind.
If possible, I want to jump out of the soil and take a walk.
Not necessarily alive.
Although, you let me hear distant voices every day.
Wedding songs of the holy church
No one answered.
I can be quiet almost immediately.
Gently touch the tears
Write down false happiness, light a cigarette, smile bitterly and forget.
A woman died.
Little nails will be collected by those who love her.
A flower died.
Julian season
More importantly: Do I choose women or flowers?
Devotedly put her or it with both hands
Go deep into the soul and mind.
This question, such as who do you love?
Together, until tomorrow, tomorrow. ...
Modern Poetry Original 3 Whenever the sun falls into the ditch
Night came as scheduled.
Don't say I will be lonely and sad.
Look, the light in my hand is still on.
Whenever the moon is lost in the ancient well.
The stars are so twisted.
Don't say I will cry and be depressed.
You see, my eyes are still shining with enlightenment.
I don't believe there are mountains beyond the mountain.
I don't believe it will rain after the rain.
Although Qian Fan has sunk in the sea of admiration.
I still raise my sail and smile.
Now that we have decided to go through a difficult time.
Why do you need to escape from temporary fate?
Years burn in your hair.
Look, this spring is ringing a new beginning.
My light is still on.
Looking forward to the arrival of Qi Ming.
Suffer all the pain.
Let it blossom a flower of hope!
Modern Poetry Original 4 The beginning of a dream is just a look! palpitate
I seem to have seen it somewhere, so familiar! From then on, there was MengMeng, and there was you!
Dream and reality are so far away and so confused, so I wander between dream and reality, in pain and confusion.
I wonder when this dream will wake up.
I wonder what the result of this dream will be.
I wonder if all this will be true.
I wonder how far the other side of the dream will be.
I wonder what would happen without this dream.
I wonder if the dream is still a dream without you.
But I know I will always have you in my dream.
No matter how far it is.
No matter how long
Dreams are always there.
My heart will always be there.
Even if there is no result.
Even if it hurts
I have no regrets!
I can still hold you when I am lonely.
That would be great.
I can still think of you when I am lonely.
How lucky would that be?
Dream!
Fill my heart with guilt
And the joy of realizing your dreams.
But this happiness is weak.
Like a cloud fading away.
What's left is more inner pain.
And this kind of pain can't be told to anyone.
I asked myself more than once in my mind.
How long can we last?
I always ask myself.
Is it a year, ten years or a lifetime?
Just bear it silently.
Get lost in your dreams.
I once lived for my heart.
The memory of the hug has been engraved in the soul of the dream.
Guilt and anxiety occur from time to time
Beating a fragile heart
What is responsibility, anxiety and dreams make me more addicted to dreams because of you.
So miss, uneasy, helpless, sad waiting for the dream in my heart.
Looking forward to let time heal it.
What is a dream?
It's a mood.
This is a feeling.
Is to get you lost in your dreams.
Let you indulge in your dreams
Is to make you both familiar and unfamiliar
It's the feeling of barely waking up.
You can give up everything for your dreams.
You can run away from everything
You will lose yourself.
Indulge in oneself
Unwilling to wake up
Lonely for love
Crazy about dreams
Modern Poetry Originality 5 We naturally have a certain tacit understanding.
For many years,
Maybe all this stems from some memories of our ancestors.
When I gently put your past on my knee,
It's like carrying an guqin,
Every time you pluck the string,
Are accompanied by all subtle changes.
You, you're breathing,
For those clouds with long hair,
Stored many forgotten memories.
Maybe it's pain, maybe it's a lifestyle,
Every time I look up,
You will be full of expectations,
Because of you,
I've seen loneliness,
Witnessed the loneliness of Li Bai,
I realized Zhu's silence.
The wild goose is a distant visitor you must visit every year.
Looking at the monks who practice,
After all, it has become a gray stone tower.
Moss grows slowly on it and leaves cover it.
And then in the torrent and gunfire vicissitudes of life for a hundred years.
But now, no one believes that you have a soul,
You were separated,
A bright light penetrated your body,
The stone digger took the last bone marrow.
The raging sand is roaring,
Alien creatures are shouting,
And you, on the other hand, are struggling to keep breathing,
As in the past,
Always adhere to the final mission.
Original Modern Poetry 6- Remembering Father
The wind in spring and March
Blow up the sleeping wrinkles on your face
You wake up with your eyes.
I've been following your hoe for decades
And a shoulder pole to carry the years.
The sun is writing history.
On your dark skin
Stars and the moon.
Green seedlings
This is your smiling face.
365 Li Lu.
You have no white hair.
Xinhe enjoys the warmth in your eyes.
The burden of life is heavy.
You are always on the run.
The children flew out like swallows.
This is your long-cherished wish.
I haven't heard you talk about your sadness.
I have never seen you complain.
You are always going to be bumpy silently.
Write it in those worn-out soles.
Brand on the soles of feet
The symphony of life reverberates in my heart.
You taught me to play the first movement.
That simple and dignified melody
Let me abandon the wildness of fighting
Learned to meditate and tolerate.
In the cup of life.
Whether it is bitter, bitter or bitter.
Good wine, good wine.
I want to be like you.
Try it yourself.
Modern Poetry Original 7 All the light will eventually face the torment of darkness.
The heart has accumulated enough strength to be released.
Life never stops moving forward, measure it with your heart.
Accustomed to the touch of the sun, towards the paradise of dreams.
Years seal up memories, only to be reborn in the dark.
Whose figure is walking alone in the dark
The longing for the dry years blooms eagerly in the starry sky.
Looking for the lamp that ignites the pain at night.
All the memories poured in, breaking the chaotic silence.
If life does not give me darkness, how can I have a bright future?
Life is a pilgrimage, even though there is endless darkness ahead.
Quietly chanting, only one word a night.
Life goes through the night and dreams come true.
Life wears the dowry of dreams and smashes the darkness.
If time is merciful, if you are at the end of the world.
Nothing can stop the flame of love, just because of you.
The soul is looking for its way home in the dark. Who will meet you?
Everything is destined for a prosperous carnival.
Tired and falling in the dark, who is calling in the distance?
With that gentle voice, you abandoned cowardice and went to the future.
Go, a journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of darkness.
Smile, always strong, the most primitive instinct.
Thanks to the ruthlessness of the night, life is reborn in the fire.
If it weren't for you, why would I be so brave?
The night has given me strength, and I am about to usher in the light.
Modern Poetry Original 8 "Cherish the Moon"
In the dead of night
Who is knocking at the window lattice?
Open the window.
Embrace the moonlight in an instant
moonlight
Whose sadness are you carrying?
As cold as water.
Can't stop
Looking for the moon
In the dead of night
Yue Ming yingchuang
The moon is an ancient woman.
Yan mingjieyi will never grow old.
in one's deep soul
Looking for such a woman
A woman like the moon
Elegant and clean
Quiet and calm
Send the moon
Qinghui climbed up the window sill.
Miss arises spontaneously.
Climb the moonlight in the distance.
Arrive in Tiangong and Guanghan.
Fold a sweet-scented osmanthus
Then slowly drop the light.
When the moonlight shines on your window
Do you smell it?
It carries a wisp.
A faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance
Waiting for The Moon
You are the moon in the sky.
I slept very late.
Waiting to meet and say goodbye.
be poles apart
But in each other's hearts
You are the moon in the sky.
Be in a good mood
I slept very late.
Greet with joy or sadness
Never false
Never perfunctory.
You are the moon in the sky.
Floating in the clouds
I slept very late.
Stay in front of the quiet window
Modern Poetry Original 9 A dim kerosene lamp
That's my mother's burning heart.
Since I can remember.
Mother is in the dim light.
Under a kerosene lamp that is not very bright.
Mend the seam, mend the seam.
One stitch, one thread, one stitch.
Day after day
Make cloth and get lasagna
Cook until your hair turns white and your legs bend.
Under that dim kerosene lamp
Mother's place was covered with scars and wrinkles.
Rough and chapped hands
I don't know how much I knitted when I was a child.
Colorful dreams
I don't know how much it ignites me.
Infinite reverie and loneliness
Mother under kerosene lamp
Highlight someone
Kind-hearted country old man
A great woman who pursues life and future.
Photos under kerosene lamps
Quiet and beautiful pictures
As I grew up.
until one day
The light at home is on.
That dim kerosene lamp
fulfil a mission
Since then, it has become a history.
I still can't forget it today.
Kerosene lamps emit light.
I can't forget the dim kerosene lamp.
Leave me a lot.
The best memories of childhood