I bought it a long time ago.
I was kidnapped by a strange force.
But I have to go.
I have paved the way for you.
The poems once planted have begun to sprout.
I saw your eyes.
There is a fragrance spewing out.
I know the spring I've been waiting for.
It's over gently.
But I left anyway.
I know it is raining in Mao Mao behind me.
You know, I've been standing on the podium for over a year.
Every piece of wood is covered with lines I recite.
Those poems used to make dozens of pairs of eyes sticky.
I know there are already many boys and girls.
Began to measure the road with poetry
In the monotony and fatigue of every day
Someone started to turn on the lamp in the middle of the night.
Light up the ripples in my heart.
In the crowded seats in the classroom
Several immature poets have grown up.
A girl who reads poetry aloud.
Still blushing, blooming his shyness with poetry.
But I left anyway.
I heard that you miss me behind my back.
Plant homesickness on the roadside.
I heard that several students write poems.
I often get together and read my poems aloud.
Even his own poems flowed out of the corner of his eye.
I heard that my classmates searched my email everywhere.
Want to give me your party email?
You said that the new Chinese teacher doesn't write poems.
Because the college entrance examination composition doesn't need to write poetry.
So the poet became depressed and depressed.
Move out, I'll mark it, and then
Reluctantly turned to underground activities.
I know all this.
But I have already left.
I can't water the poems planted by the roadside one by one.
If there is no shade in midsummer
I told you to plant your own trees and adapt yourself.
I can't help you when the road is hot.
If you are in pain, please stick your poem on your chest.
Swear in the name of poetry
Love flowers, love spring rain and love life.
A lotus leaf with a poem on it goes through the dry summer.
I will know that what you reap is purity that is not polluted by soil.
I will use poetry after I leave.
Miss you
Modern poetry: miss two haggard graves and regard them as relatives;
Wandering through the ages is the most hurtful thing.
Qingming, forever Qingming,
The people of China will always remember this day,
Because this day is entrusted with our infinite thoughts for our loved ones.
The sky is gloomy,
The turbulent climate seems to remind people of something,
Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again.
On the same day, Tomb-Sweeping Day,
Different things are different.
Then, put away my tears,
Into a liquid hydrogen fuel that dreams of flying,
Comfort the souls of their loved ones.
Father, are you okay in heaven?
Are you still thinking about your relatives in the world?
Are you still using all your abilities to protect me?
Dear father, you have been away from us for another year.
But your voice and smile are still in my heart,
I will never forget coquetry in your warm arms,
When I'm alone with you,
I will never forget your meticulous care and love for me!
This is the pain of a son who wants to be filial and not kiss.
A son should be filial, and his relatives are away.
When my father was near us,
When we are far away from him and can be filial,
My father is gone.
Day and night, I went to my so-called future,
Weave your own beautiful cage,
In this interesting world, interesting and busy,
The most precious feeling in the world,
Put it in the corner and discard it quietly.
He cried alone,
Silently chilling, without a complaint.
Until one day, my father left,
Start a hasty memory, a painful confession,
Leaning over his father's grave,
Pain is on a pile of loess.
When paper money is burned to ashes,
When the wind blows it into a flying black butterfly,
Our deepest wishes,
Fly to the paradise where my father lives.
Modern Poetry: Missing 3 If you feel empty, go to sleep!
Wake up to another dawn. ..
Accustomed to a person's dusk, spend it here.
Never forget,
Your face is still clear in your mind.
A trace of sadness
A flurry ......
That's not why I left.
Maybe the fantasy story is so beautiful.
The reality is too cruel.
Meteors were once invisible.
I still believe that there will be an eternal commitment.
Once promised "blowing in the wind"
I don't know if you also have a dream, and that is the seaside.
Do you care about me?
There are many blessings in your life.
I don't remember,
I didn't mean to upset myself.
"the core of love"
Empty, silent,
-
Your happy portrait in my mind ~
I'm not sad,
I'm just glad the tears in my eyes didn't come out ~
Alone, it's been a long time.
A heart never changes.
Bit by bit, over and over again ..........
Thinking about you every day.
So real, so profound
Suddenly, unconsciously
I remembered the feeling of love.
There is a glimmer of hope,
What are you afraid of!
I can only escape.
I have nothing,
I don't want to ask for anything more.
Just dusk
But it still gives people endless thoughts
Modern Poetry: I miss April and autumn more and more.
The cold in the morning and evening gradually becomes clear.
Sitting by the window, I can't hear the cicadas chirping in summer.
There is only one bend of Leng Yue swaying.
A few lonely stars twinkled.
The night wind passes through the thin body.
Come into my heart with melancholy.
Shake off dusty thoughts in trembling.
Scenes of anxiety welled up in my chest.
Climb desperately to the window
Disappear into the night
The soul of the moon swims in the water.
My heart is late at night
Pursue aimlessly
Tear open the heart
Acacia petals one after another.
Blowing in the wind
Where are you wandering tonight?
Rhymed tears
Can you drown your city?
The leaves outside the window trembled with the wind.
It collapsed.
Alienate in the moonlight
My mind can't find a foothold.
Wandering around the window
You look like a nigger.
Broke into my world
With colorful dreams
Living in my sentimental poems
You upset the rhythm of poetry.
Run with your heart.
Let me dream.
Give a silvery laugh.
Suddenly you disappeared.
Leave me silently.
Afraid of the dark, I stand at a lonely intersection.
Get lost, at a loss
This dream broke the darkness everywhere.
Can't smell any fragrance.
Duxincheng
Your overlapping numbers
Pulling acacia vines from time to time.
Afraid of the dark, but only when I am lonely.
Open the door of memory
Let miss find you in the dark.
Loneliness is the call of sound.
I miss you at night.
Too long
Modern poetry: missing five lingering seasons,
Kindness and resentment.
I don't know when, but it's futile.
Dusk has fallen recently,
See your lonely figure wandering alone.
Love and hate,
Sometimes as powerful as a soul,
Sometimes it is as light as tea.
Iraqis are elegant,
The old man has nowhere to go, but he leaves incense everywhere.
The night in Moonlight Mountain is quiet and bright, and the evening breeze mat brings silver worries.
No one should break this brooding silence.
Let the dead leaves fly in the dust.
Drinking the bitter wine of life and wandering the world alone,
The elegance that reveals infatuation and true feelings is occasionally crazy.
The morning mist in late autumn can't keep the withered flowers,
Under the wind and moon, sorrow swings with the wind.
The good old days spread everywhere.
Hard and strong in the ocean of missing.
I will never forget her beautiful image in my life.
The lonely boat rocked in the past of life,
Don't be confused when the sky is blue.
I stood up in thought and looked at you two.
Immersed in the fragrant fog in the temple,
Listen to the truth and feelings in hymns.
In the heart lake, there are waves that are not understood.
That night,
I sang a scene in Sanskrit,
Just for the yearning for true love that is not old.
I turn all the dharma wheels,
Instead of praying for world peace,
Just to touch your slender fingers,
A corridor for communication with the soul.
The sunset crawled on the mountain road,
Not to see the brilliance of the top of the Ming Dynasty,
Just to hold on to your warm heart.
Hold your hand for the rest of your life,
May you be safe and happy.
Modern Poetry: Missing for 6 nights is like ink. Holding loneliness, carrying sadness, whose doors and windows are gently opened.
In the silence, you can clearly hear the sound of the heartbeat.
If I wander in the dark night, I will let sadness climb on my forehead and beat my heart alone.
Time flies, arousing endless thoughts in the air.
Prosperity is exhausted, leaving only loneliness.
In your clear eyes, I read the space.
Sleepless tonight, lonely as smoke.
Flowers bloom on the other side, cherish each other and never meet each other.
Who forgot the vows of past lives in the wind,
Who is waiting for who after a hundred years of reincarnation.
Who makes the love of this life like a dream,
Who asked for a thousand encounters in the afterlife before the Buddha?
I can't get tired of watching it in the world of mortals.
Looking back 500 times in the past, I only got a brush with you in this life.
So I miss you every night, just like a breeze blowing in my face and breaking into my heart.
Loneliness haunts my thoughts and spreads in my heart.
If I choose the next life,
I would like to be the dust, not to provoke the world of mortals, and to float freely with the wind. ...
Modern Poetry: Missing 7 April, the warblers fly and the butterflies dance.
This is a blooming season.
Those flowers that come as promised.
It's the beauty of this season.
/
The days are still fresh in my mind.
It's just that there are more traces of vicissitudes.
It's just that in those mundane trifles
You're long gone.
/
A person, wandering in the spring breeze.
I know, I can't help myself.
A letter about disappearance
This is written enthusiastically by the spring breeze.
/
First time in Jiangnan
It's already colorful
How I want to let go of all the shackles.
Holding a long pole, looking for you in the apricot blossom rain.
/
In the already mottled time
Some troubles always have nowhere to put.
I really want to write a poem for you in the sun.
But I always put pen to paper affectionately, and there is nowhere to put pen to paper.
two
Whose memory did the past hurt?
This season is the flowering period you promised.
How much affection did that peach tree write?
In the cycle of the four seasons, it has been lonely like rain.
/
Stick a feeling in your heart.
Is it possible to stop being sad?
Gently brush away the dust in the past.
Have you learned to be strong since then?
/
Short time
This is a journey of clouds and water.
There are always some experiences that are dark wounds.
There are always some feelings that have nowhere to hide.
/
I really want to be with the moonlight.
Hide the truth of life
Leaving only those warmth
Let the heart stop hesitating after thousands of turns.
/
If all the beauty in the world
Never stay too long for anyone.
How can I borrow the hand of time?
Don't take your meeting with me to heart
/
Maybe, I just
Passing a flower in your life.
Zhan Yan smiles at you. You don't have to be a landscape.
I just want to leave a wisp of fragrance to moisten all your fleeting time.
Modern Poetry: Missing 8 Autumn breeze gently blowing willows on the roadside.
Rain, beating the buttonwood outside the window.
The desolate silence is just the sound of rain.
inch by inch
This little bit is beating my sadness.
Sad parting seems to be still in sight.
I haven't wiped my tears for years.
There is no parting or crying in the dream.
Only happy reunion.
Play with innocent people
In the dead of night
Tears awakened me.
Dream reunion, innocent smiling face.
Wake up and miss more.
The pain of missing me makes me fall apart.
Not this autumn wind
Not this autumn rain
Is this an ancient lonely heart?
I am a father.
But how also can't hear the child crying.
Outside the window, the autumn rain is still continuous.
I want to cry when I hear the rain.
Because it makes my mind more painful.
Remember the day my mother and I went to see you?
Every time I see the handwriting left by my parents in front of you.
Children, parents love you forever.
How much we want to hold you in our arms again.
Call your name and enjoy your family.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, windy and rainy.
How are you doing?
Miss you once, cry once.
Crying and rain are intertwined.
Gently disappear in this misty fog.
Miss will not stop, tears will always miss.
Cry in the dark
Overlooking the window
The night is deep.
With the stars and the moon-loneliness remains.
I spread my thoughts into the distance.
Dare to ask the breeze
When can I miss this?
Send it to you
After all, you need to understand
The shimmer of the stars and the moon
Unable to break through the confusion of the night
Just like I miss you—
Can't break through each other's hearts
Missing is always wandering.
Fly on the edge of you and me
Messy or broken.
People always have to learn-understand.
Even if you can't get it.
Perhaps the best.
You still have life.
Even the slightest entanglement
I'm satisfied-
Find such a sad and thoughtful night
Cry with satisfaction
can't forget it
Say I don't know you, but I remember your face, face and tears.
Say I won't help you, but I'd rather suffer by myself and help you solve the problem.
I said I wouldn't let you, but I swallowed it and buried it in my stomach.
Say you don't like you, but meditate and remember happily alone.
Say I don't miss you, but write down when to get together.
Say I don't love you, but I always want to gain weight. You won't be wanted again.
I said I didn't want you, but the thick cowhide lingered.
although
Fade down words
Thin memory
I won't forget.
love you
Say forget you, but always remember the past.
although
Nature of injury
I woke up in pain.
I won't forget.
How fake is how enthusiastic.
Modern Poetry: Missing 9 is just missing.
It's raining,
My world is shrouded in rain.
Time seems to have returned to that year.
That plum blossom season.
Selected Works of Young Writers
Stupid memory
Always like to stay quietly in front of the window,
Looking at the birds and flowers outside the window,
Looking at the children playing outside the window,
And unconsciously recalled the past golden years,
Thinking about thinking, and finally just smirking.
……
I really want to run along the path on rainy days.
Let the rain hit you hard,
Drive away the pain in my heart,
Let running release heartbreaking pain.
But, what's the use?
Raindrops hit the body, but what about the pain in my heart?
……
That year, our days together were full of laughter.
Now, just that sigh,
What the years have left is just an indelible memory.
……
Modern Poetry: Missing 10 again, a mature and full June.
Last year's petals haven't fallen.
The ears of wheat have been reluctant to separate from the straw.
Kiss sb goodbye
This used to be a season of longing and throbbing.
Longing for butterflies, white clouds and flowers
Apricots blossom into green fruits.
But in the age of precocity
Shake it gently
Memory assumed a stubborn posture.
Refuse to yield
It's like a bubble that can't be pressed on the water.
break
Rising one after another.
Whispering on the banks of the Yellow River
Printed with ups and downs.
Chan Ming flue-cured tobacco green willow green board
And forest trails.
Wulan Tuoya's singing has gone through the tunnel of years.
Finally, melodious.
The smile on your lips
This is a rainy season.
Even if the sun is warm, it is full of bitterness.
At the fork in the road of life
We waved goodbye.
I wonder if the next stop is free.
Our Cambridge
In this June, we got to know ourselves.