Eyes,
Self-expression of soul.
deep,
empty,
sparkling.
consciousness,
the subjective image of the human brain.
keen,
weak,
starry sea.
The furthest distance in the world,
measures life and death,
but there is a difference of a millimeter;
Looking back at you,
How can I stand being separated by two worlds?
distance,
under the eyebrows,
in the eyes,
like a bewildered spirit,
wandering in the deep lake Baikal,
unable to stir up waves,
making waves.
distance,
the difference between clouds and mud,
the distance between the heavens and the earth,
like a conservative star,
walking in the vast galaxy,
dare not deviate from the orbit,
a minute.
maybe,
the stars are shifting,
the vicissitudes of life,
we are destined to meet again.
a thought is
within reach
perhaps,
times have changed,
years have changed, and
you and I are only missing.
a glance,
the horizon. There is a distance from modern poem 2
, which is called a short distance.
No matter where in the world,
there is always a close heart.
sweet words and honeyed words are not needed,
simple,
dry and crisp.
there is a tacit understanding called tacit understanding.
there is no need to explain,
you know and I know.
You don't need to ask why,
One look is enough.
there is a kind of happiness called talking about everything.
reckless,
not harsh or tired.
frankly ...
disturbing each other is also a kind of happiness.
there is a kind of regret called predestination.
no blood,
never ambiguous.
it's plain.
I feel lost occasionally,
because I can't beat the impact of family and love.
will there be eternal friendship in this world?
even if the sea is dry,
the stone is rotten?
even if people are still,
things have changed?
Although we live far apart,
Will the thoughts in our hearts never die?
I don't have the answer yet,
but I am so longing for its existence.
it is such an emotion-
no expectations,
no obstacles.
beautiful and pure! From the modern poem 3
from the excitement that can't be hidden in the day to the silence in the night
, I didn't expect such a lonely heart
to think so tired of such a person
so a person walks alone between the sleeping ancient street and the breathing atmosphere
under the flickering street lights
and the solitary figure is looming
. > so inadvertently exposed in the familiar cold air
silently endured
the chill of the night wind hollowed out by tears
and at the moment when the air suddenly solidified
there was a warm song from the depths of the night
the beating notes sketched his images
and easily passed through my almanac of the old year
. I remember the sweet memories of meeting in my youth campus
only when I woke up from the song accidentally
did I find that the warm moment of the song had long gone
accompanied by the hoarse call
It turned out that my heart was still in the tenderness of my memory
that he had never forgotten
Maybe my subconscious already knew the ending of the song
But how can I respond?
The wrinkled eyebrow
Today's sadness
And the one he is still hiding in the dream is so far away
Maybe God has already booked its pattern
It is too fragile
It has been read as the most beautiful melancholy distance modern poem 4
Why is our distance so far away
The person who lives in my heart
. People who are expensive and have never fully embraced
people who have never laughed because they have not given everyone the happiness
, I love you
people who have always been with me in sorrow and joy
I will go all out for you as long as I can do it
Dear, I will protect you forever
Thank you for always trusting me. Wait for me
such a person with many shortcomings
If there is an afterlife
I hope you will still be my favorite in the next life
Even if I get lost in the dark
We will be each other's street lamps to light up each other's way
Please don't let go of my hand
When I am tired
When I am weak, you are always with me.
I always use "sorry" instead of "thank you" for you.
Dear, I will protect you forever.
Thank you for always trusting me.
Wait for me, who has many shortcomings.
Dear, whenever I call you that,
I will feel happy and cry with happiness.
I love you < Distance from Modern Poetry 5
Reading you across a poem
There are too many encounters in your life
It's destined to be unforgettable
Your steps through the world of mortals
The impact of sound in my gentle heart
The feeling of falling in love at first sight
Reading a season of romantic poetry in my eyes
. P > but it turned into a faint sigh in the wind
I searched for it in the ruts of the years for countless times
You are still so warm and out of reach
I want to bloom all the tenderness in your palm
But the flowers in my dream have fallen, and how much acacia rain has fallen
There are thousands of moods lightly locked in my brow
I write quietly in the moonlight like water
. Missing for life
Why do beautiful encounters always flash across the sky like fireworks
A piece of paper goes by for years, Half-written words
I can only read you from a poem's distance
Look at the fragrant imprint that we walked together
The person who makes you laugh and cry can only be placed in the bottom of my heart
Put your thoughts into the fleeting wind
Will you also gently salvage those shallow and beautiful ones in the long river of time
Memory distance from modern poetry 6. P > When Qingming is still perched in April,
When the weeping willows on the shore are not green,
Heaven has arranged a rainy season,
This continuous rain curtain,
seems to understand the sadness of the world.
In March, the rape blossoms are particularly brilliant,
The wheat seedlings are also green,
My father has loved them all his life,
He works in the fields to help these crops,
Every grass and tree condenses his bitter sweat.
Father honest and frank doesn't like to talk much,
He is a master at farm work,
He can do everything better in the kitchen than his mother,
He rests at sunrise and at sunset,
which is a good habit he has developed all his life.
My father is sincere and never wants to care about others.
Neighbors can bear it.
If they can, they can let it go.
I really can't stand smoking and drinking.
How many unnecessary troubles have been avoided.
My father has never traveled far in his life, and
he has no culture in his stomach,
but he knows how to love his children,
how to manage his own little world,
ups and downs have passed through spring, winter, autumn and summer for decades.
I envy those beautiful hair on the temples for countless times,
I can still call "Dad" one by one,
Every time during the sacrifice season,
I can only hold a bunch of flowers,
Go to your grave and whisper about Dad, Dad.
Missing, only separated by a mound of earth,
I silently pulled weeds from the grave,
I knelt down to talk to you,
Dad, what's going on over there?
Can you give me an answer in my dream tonight? Distance from Modern Poetry 7
When the running water brings the message of spring
When the breeze blows the color of spring green
I have been searching for the memory of that year and your walking in spring in a word
The small courtyard at dusk is as quiet as before
Who cut the spring breeze
A little bit across my heart
So gentle. It's the color of a painting.
I hid an old story in a plain note.
Suddenly a flower bloomed in the corner of my lips.
Your breath still lingered in this flower.
The sunset painted a poem on the window.
I lived in a poem.
I don't know who the falling petal is.
It's a memory left over from previous lives.
It's a flower.
If you come, it will be the most beautiful meeting in the world, no matter whether the flowers bloom or fall
Don't ask how much you love each other
Just hold a poem in your palm
When you wait, your brow is
half lonely and half happy
My Jiangnan, Your hometown
I'm still the woman who attacked plain clothes
I always thought that I was waiting for a reunion after a long separation
It's only a poem away
This spring, I'm still here
smiling at flowers, writing poems for you
In small print, looking for the trace of that flower with you
It's 8
away from modern poetry. At a certain moment, it's a prop
just like your hand gently brushing a bun
waving away the thoughts in the corner of your eyes
instead of the memories deposited in your heart
and I just looked at you quietly
In fact, you and I are separated by a cigarette
I created an artistic conception with smoke
like this, I can see you in Alan Yu
I don't know whether the smoke blurred my eyes
or the tears blurred my distance from you
I don't know
why people who are familiar become strangers
Just like this blooming March
Why is there always a sad and lingering light rain
Actually, I'm separated from you by a cigarette
I'm separated from you by a river
I'm separated from you by a Wang Biquan
I'm separated from you by a mountain
I'm separated from you by a mystery
Actually,
I'm separated from you by a cigarette
I'm separated from you by a spring
I'm separated from you by a summer
I'm separated from you. Context
You and I are lit by a lighter
It is the distance between a cigarette
You and I are separated by a cigarette
Actually, It's been a whole century
like I'm moored in the boundless sea
and you've set foot on solid land
I can only look at you from a cigarette distance
so strange and so familiar
In fact, there is still warm spring sun hanging in the sky
and my turned eyes have begun to rain
cigarettes. At a certain moment, it is a prop
and you
don't know
In fact,
you and I are separated by a cigarette .......................................................................................................................
clearly counting the minutes, one day after another
but I don't know which day, and I really don't see each other.
Once I was in love with each other, I vowed to be friends for a while, but suddenly it became so strange and out of reach.
It seemed to be just a dream in my last life. When I woke up, I was gone.
Until I can't bear it, silence takes the place of everything.
All the "reasons" are so pale and powerless, and one's bearing capacity is limited.
Love lost to distance and lost to time.
The monologue in the play is always performed alone, and the lonely ending
When touching that cluster. Of course, because I once loved ...
Yesterday was
today, now is
tomorrow, and the future is
once beautiful, now the distance, and you and me in the future.
is there any trace left?
in the end, love lost to distance, distance lost to time, and we lost to reality!
Forever means that there is no end ...
Once you go, you will return to the bright moon.
Can you
Lend me a glimmer of light?
I don't want a moth to put out the fire.
I only light the way when I come.
The holy dove
Can you
Lend me a pair of wings?