Falling Flower Modern Poetry 1
Silent night, a pale jasmine
Blooms and fades
The intersection you pass by
Planted with sorrows and joys that are clear and extinguished
I put the night in my pocket
Go to your appointment
While waiting
I turned into black with nothing
The stars have insomnia
Show me all your loneliness
A rain in June washes away everything we
have said and done together
Let go Your hand
is the best blessing for the rest of my life
The courtyard full of jasmine
Singing old things over and over again
Singing Make the most of prosperity
Sing the origin of all memories
The smile that falls when you look back
Half warm
Half desolate
The intersection where I turned around
Floating words as thin as fallen flowers
Everything I can’t get in my imagination, probably
There will always be sorrow Happy to replace
The next intersection
The dim street lamp
Will it light up the moon in my hometown
Those under the moonlight Beauty
Lasts longer than longing. Falling Flowers Modern Poetry 2
In May, the fragrance of flowers fills the air
However, my flowers
have passed It withered early
Looking at the flowers and kissing the lilacs
My heart is very painful
Those turbulent winds galloping in the wind, but there are more worries< /p>
Flowers wither and flowers fly, mist and rain fall on the fence
The promise comes suddenly, or the indescribable pain
Life, the flash of fireworks, the flow of years, is often a little sad. years?
How can I save you as a stupid person?
The dusk rain brings so much sadness and carries so much melancholy
In the blur, my eyes have long since disappeared, so how can I pick up the stars and the moon
In the past Years, time? space? It has long been beyond repair
People in the past, time? space? It has long been impossible to play back
Why do you bother, why bother to mourn the world
- Preface
The kapok has faded, the fragrance has died prematurely, and the flowers are in full bloom. Spring has already passed, and my heart has become dry inexplicably. In this year, time has long been ruthless, or maybe this is the whirling universe, and what is deserted must be sentimental. The last rays of the setting sun. Gradually, it turns away from the west mountain, forming an arc and disappearing into the mountains thousands of miles away. The clouds swirling in the sky have already turned the night sky crimson. The slightly tipsy thoughts danced along with the wind, spreading to the end of the world and filling the sky. The moon has already emerged, hanging on the treetops, shining brightly. Spring has gone, and now, the night sky with bright stars and clouds is the world of summer again.
My God, why do you always look hazy in the dark night? It is to tell the existence of the moon.
Water, why do you still flow through the ditch in the dark night? It is to tell the passage of light.
What about me, a person in three thousand worlds, what should I perform and shine as the dust in the universe?
The moonlight has already filled the desk. In front of me, the cup of hot water has a slight warmth, blending with the cold light, trying to bring back my wandering thoughts. Wind, why do you rage in the dark night? The lonely atmosphere in the air is mixed with desolation, and the coldness of the night, like this, freezes the rare warmth and tortures a heart that has long been broken. Why do you have to worry about the vicissitudes of life, and why do you need to be heartbroken and weeping. The tenderness of that life has long been precipitated in memory, did you know?
What a stupid person, how should I rescue you, put you in the secluded world, bathe in earthly fire, and wait for your nirvana.
Tears have already blurred my eyes. Five hundred years? Why do people in empty time rejoice and why do they rejoice. I am confused and still don’t understand. Then why, then why, time is always so careless, breaking youth and ruining appearance. Five hundred years? When the years have washed away the beauty, and there are more winds and frosts in the passing years, why do people cry and mourn.
Leaning against the window railing, staring blankly at the shadow of the moon, the quiet moon, the mottled shadows of the trees, the yellowing lights, and the chirping of insects from time to time, it is another sleepless night, with bright stars and clouds, The night sky shines brightly.
The sky is like water, swaying with shadows, lingering with a touch of sadness
What a fool, raising your hand means spring, and falling your hand means autumn. You know how many years you have been wrong, do you understand? ? Those past memories have long been left in the dust of the earth with the wind. As the years go by, do you know how many seasons they have bloomed?
You are the world, why do you feel sorry for the world? Is it worth it? Should it?
The years are urging people, the wind is setting the flowers, and where are the flowers blooming in that season... The little bit that flows through, perhaps, is already moisturizing both sides of the river, with fragrance in it, you What a pity...
Gradually I understand that water, moon, mirror, flowers are all virtual images, and birds and fish are just imaginary. Five hundred years? Three lives of reincarnation?
Five hundred years? A joke, after several years and wasted time, what is left is finally filled with vicissitudes of life and sorrow.
Love for three lifetimes? What a joke, as a dusty person, I no longer believe in the afterlife, let alone talk about the afterlife.
Gradually I understand that Tianfang is just a legend and Shenglou is just a dream. It’s time for you to understand, it’s time for you to realize.
Well, melancholy should not be the reason why the ivy is spreading. It is climbing, and it is spreading the voice of the heart.
Let’s go, with the words in my heart, let’s go, towards the moon.
He left, walking step by step towards the sky. Until the end of time, the seas and rocks rotted away, disappearing in the shifting stars one after another, leaving behind inch after inch of footprints, which will remain immortal in the eight wilderness and nine states for a long time.
Well, he left, walking step by step towards the moon. The curvature of the corners of his mouth disappears in the years of each season.
What can save you? Your heart, a heart that has been broken long ago. What about people? Can you put the broken pieces together? Are you still greedy?
No, no. Originally it was Whispering, so why bother destroying Whispering?
What has gone through is only the years, what has aged is only innocence, and what has passed away is only innocence.
It’s too heavy. It doesn’t matter if you throw it away or forget it. You shouldn’t fall in love with it, so why should you mourn it.
Gradually I understand that the earth is moving. Gradually it became clear that people are moving. Sadness pervades? Depression? The scar in your heart?
Joke, joke, I am the world, so why should I worry about the world?
There is a little more light in the sky. yes? Well, a paper crane with a heart.
With the light flowing in the sky, what should be kept and what should be promised.
Cold the heart, extinguished the emotion, flashed the light, shined
Maybe, maybe
the dust, from which all things are born and destroyed Here
What about me? What kind of Dunhuang should the dust in the universe be like? Falling Flowers Modern Poetry 3
You were once on the branch
Showing off your face
Your beauty was overwhelming
Many onlookers< /p>
However, the wind and rain of the season
did not allow you to be aggressive
So, you fell colorfully
With attachment to your mother< /p>
With nostalgia for the season
Free and easy falling
You fell
But the bees are scattered all over the world
I can no longer see the poetic butterfly flowers
and the bright red and purple flowers under the bright sun
But now that they have fallen
you are still so elegant
Even though it is mottled by the wind and rain
Your appearance and temperament
are still so impressive
Calmness is your unyielding spirit
The ruthlessness of running water is a manifestation of your calmness
Even if you turn into flower mud
You are still majestic
Your fall
Make the green leaves more beautiful
-- Show richness
But her monotonous color
How can she compare with you
The poems of literati
The ink dyeing of paintings
are all telling you
The lingering love
But I think
Your humble character
Let generations praise you
Yes, the youth is better than the master
It is a classic that continues in history
< p> But you, the wonderful performance at the beginningwill still be reproduced on the stage in the future
Luo Hua Modern Poetry 4
Gently
< p> The silky drizzle is swayingFloating into your heart
My soul
Gently
As The silky drizzle is dancing
Dancing into your eyes
My memory
No one knows your color
But some people feel your mood
No one thinks about your temper
But some people understand your thoughts
Some people like to communicate with you through their skin
< p> Some people like to use their sense of smell to play with youYou carry the fragrance of flowers
quietly enter my heart
It rains all night long
The city is filled with the fragrance of flowing water
The flowing water is quiet
It quietly makes my mood soar