Modern poetry with clear tears

Modern poetry with clear tears 1 Qingshui,

What I can't stop is tears.

Moonlit starry sky,

Send a dream.

I spend time alone,

Become a memory hole.

If these tears,

Can be counted as clear,

It should be washed away,

Mottled floating dust.

Grids of blood and dirty eyes.

Quiet moonlight,

I miss you. Thousands of years ago,

Also called loneliness.

Naughty wind,

Blood rain,

In the eyes.

Do you remember,

Brilliant and empty,

It is a throb that stays in my heart.

The heart pulse is awakened,

This dead dream.

I saw you again,

Stay away inch by inch.

A hug with folded hands,

Record the best wishes.

Under the dark gray wall,

I wrote down the only meaning of life.

When you walk into the mysterious palace,

I saw the most beautiful you.

Dead and silent,

This is the grass color in winter,

Render this land.

Light and dark pericardium,

From my gray eyes,

The net shows the color of the heart palace.

If I have a residual dream,

Will give it to you-beautiful starry sky.

Turn into a pool of clear tears,

Wash away the accumulated floating dust,

And the rose eye mask.

I have saved my thoughts for you for thousands of years,

Will burst into magic at that moment.

Clear water,

It turned into turbid tears again.

I am accompanied by the quiet moonlight,

Ups and downs of crying and laughing.

Do you know modern poetry 2?

I will eventually step on the ice and snow alone.

Go to Tianya

Tianya Tianya

hometown

Blurred the line of sight

Maya R.

Sobbing

But I chose to start.

Because of this, I have never forgotten to carry your trust, your affection and your love in my bones.

Dry, like weeds deep in the mountains.

Rong, the Chunhua of Ruoling

Even if you encounter a little snowy night from time to time.

Even if the memory is full of scars.

The Maya river winds deep in the wilderness.

Your sad years

Your painful past

Just like mom suggested.

Youth is like fire

Refuse hoarseness

Holding your crystal smiling face

I am snowflake.

Monsoon! monsoon

I ask you not to hesitate.

Blow it.

Blow it.

Blow it quickly.

Under the dark soil.

There is no doubt that I will always be the spring bud of your green dream.

In the grass.

Zhitoushang

Even by the stream of the mountain stream.

Everywhere is full of my lush wings.

Rain on a summer night

Hazy and damp

I whisper in the air.

The pace of time

Urged me

The fourth movement of bees dancing and butterflies dancing

Take care of me

However, the fragrance and the beauty of dreams

She is not entirely the darling of spring.

For example, barbarism and arrogance

He performed killing and blood.

That's definitely not beautiful.

It's pain, it's a scar of sin.

Missed the flowering period

Also missed the wind and rain

But the depths of my life

Love, still

Dream, still

Still hate

Therefore, I will eventually choose a person to set out and look forward to the horizon of towards the distant without hesitation. ...

The fog in the cold autumn is about to disappear.

The mottled past seems to be still struggling.

Because, I have no fragrance.

No spring flowers

In my childhood, she only shed tears.

My youth, she always coughed up blood.

And in my life, why did she indulge in the instantaneous sunset in the distant horizon in such a hurry?

Take a walk under the autumn moon

Give a wink.

Sing an autumn leaf

Soothe my soul

My "love"

My dream is never to be lonely.

Honey. Fresh milk

Hanging on the mother's chest

Like the Maya River.

Every minute of my life.

Sing forever

Bloom forever

Finally, it will be shown in a magical fairy posture.

Continuous autumn rain

be all tears

Every time I hear your footsteps

In the arms of my hometown

I am happy with my immortal fairy tale.

Pick a tear.

Take it back to your hometown.

Rhododendrons all over the mountains

Tall and straight Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica Mongolia, delicate wild strawberries, peony flowers.

And crystal clear wild grapes.

This is all the blood flowing in my life

It is also my unique autumn fruit and spring flower.

I am your daughter Ma Yanhe.

……

Meet the sound of autumn rain at the end of the world

Sound is my pain and my dream.

This is my home.

And the resounding answer that must be made in the journey of chasing the sea.

Sound and autumn rain

Autumn rain sound

You are on my cheek.

One, forever

Tears that never fade

tears

flower ...