Blow away the heavy sadness
Let the cool autumn sky
No longer full of smoke
Like a long kite
Be ambitious.
Fly farther and farther in the sun
Finally, I stopped watching.
Let an autumn rain fall quickly.
Moisten my thirsty heart
A coat that got me wet.
There is a bright shadow of harvest.
Let all the sadness
Washed down the nameless sewer.
Let the wild orchids on the roadside
Reflect my smile
I am an optimistic child.
I can talk to the fields.
Listen to the song of rice
Waiting for a dead leaf to set sail
Waiting for those struggling birds
Fly away from the branches
Fly into a deep valley
Go find a golden key.
Open the heavy stone door with waiting.
Discover the secret of water.
Wait until dark.
There will be a spring overflow.
But I can only say goodbye.
What a slight sigh.
Didn't make the world noisy
Did not stir up any smoke
I want to get out of here.
Although I don't want to
You can also pick up autumn leaves.
Singing alone on the road
Modern Poetry Waiting 2 A friend said that someone had confessed to her recently.
Did I ask her how to accept each other?
She said no because she still couldn't forget him.
I hope to meet him again in the vast space one day.
She said she didn't know when it was just him.
It doesn't fit at all,
I asked her how long she would have to wait.
She said, I don't know, but now I really can't hold anyone in my heart.
Maybe just wait, wait a few years, maybe that's it.
I said, aren't you lonely? Don't you want some company?
She said she was used to living alone.
Occasionally, I will miss him quietly and think about that encounter.
It's really a bit dramatic, maybe it's so-called love at first sight.
Listening to a program the other day, a friend who had been separated for several years met in the vast network.
She hopes that she and he can meet in the vast space.
She felt silly herself, but there was nothing she could do.
Because love can't be reconciled, not because of emotion,
And I won't be with each other because I'm lonely
If it takes 500 years of practice to let this life pass by.
Then she is willing to wait all her life to meet him again in this life.
I said, why don't you ask your friends?
Maybe he has a girlfriend, maybe he is married.
She said she didn't know, and then she was silent.
In fact, I know that she is impossible.
She is regarded as a quiet and delicate girl.
I'd rather wait like this without an ending
I know she tried to find him.
But it turned out that she knew nothing about him.
What's his last name, name, job and where does he live?
I looked at her and was silent.
because
Some people may turn around for life.
Modern poetry waits for 3. Walking often gets lost.
And then start spinning.
Until I'm exhausted
Finally, in a daze, I had a new dream.
Some of them are staged.
Some are directional.
When I opened my eyes again,
The world is different.
I often hear all kinds of voices.
But I don't know which one is calling me.
So I covered my head.
Keep dreaming that waking dream.
When people are dizzy
We really need a voice to guide us.
Even if it is weak.
At least this is a sober wind.
This voice may be friendship.
Maybe it's love and affection
Go through a period of chaos
The heart will return to the original sky.
Occasionally, here and there
Still spinning in the same place
Waiting for the breeze.
Shake my heavy heart.
Modern Poetry Waiting 4 Don't wait until you want to be elegant, then smile;
Don't wait to be loved, to give;
Don't wait until you are lonely to remember your friends.
Don't wait for a good position to work hard;
Don't wait until you don't remember others' advice;
Don't wait until you are sick to realize the fragility of life;
Don't wait until it's time to break up to regret not cherishing your feelings;
Don't wait for others to admire you before you believe in yourself;
Don't wait for someone to point out your mistake;
Don't wait until you have money to help others;
Don't wait until you die to find that you don't really love life.
Modern Poetry Waiting 5 I can wait.
Build with heart
Spiritual castle
I can wait.
With action
Open up a happy road
I can wait.
Rational and mature love
No matter how it ends.
Guard your soul and never leave.
I can wait.
Don't look me in the eye.
Occasionally dim colors
You just need freedom and happiness.
I can wait.
Although I can't walk out of the night now
Can't catch your eye.
Maybe turn around.
There was a shoulder accident.
But I will still wait
I insisted on waiting.
Like an investment in life.
Your place has the light of my existence.
I have love in my heart, and so do you.
Even if I have insomnia for countless days.
In the end, it will also be my rare feeling of happiness.
My castle, my happiness avenue.
Thank you for your love.
I love you, so my life is wonderful.
Love you, now I can wait.
No matter how long it takes, in these years,
I will always support you.
Don't be afraid of the wind, and don't be afraid of no wind.
Free to relax.
I will protect your life.
Modern Poetry Waiting 6 Waiting
You take shelter from the rain under the wishing tree.
I'm sorry
I can't control my excitement.
Two worlds
In childhood
Rolling in the waves of rice seedlings
When I grow up
Floating in the noise of the city
happy
Because of desire
So painful
All happiness is simple.
Satisfied and happy.
Light and darkness
What is light and darkness?
Some people say that the dawn is coming.
It's light.
Sometimes where the sun shines directly.
Can't see the direction clearly.
Life and life
all one's life
Just two simple words.
But it takes time to write.
pen
Always know the center of the world
But I don't know my own soul
life
Too many intersections
You have to turn around to get there.
A line of indefinite length.
Also on the strings of joys and sorrows.
Charming place
Charming place
It always attracts people's yearning.
It's just, it's just a crowded place.
It ruined the charming appearance.
grow up
I was crying and laughing.
Now, smile and keep silent.
So, many times,
Become bosom friends at midnight
Lonely moon
Ten thousand nights in Qian Qian.
Looking in the world of mortals
Those cold eyes
I just need your affectionate gaze.
night sky
Nagou crescent moon
With my thoughts
Became the most beautiful face
The language of the wind
I heard your happy words.
When I first turned around.
The silence of leaves falling to the ground
A broken edge
matter
Began in the endless world of mortals.
Later, the vast sea of people
Without a shadow, there is a heart.
Home is a tree and people are flowers.
My hometown is very small.
Very emotional.
Home is a tree and people are flowers.
late night
If you haven't put it down yet
Even in bed.
My heart is far away.
You said that modern poetry waits for 7,
By this time tomorrow,
Will definitely come.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
Your voice just fell,
My happiness,
Elephants have wings,
Gently,
In this small room,
Fly and spin.
Look around the house,
As always,
Nothing has changed,
But in my eyes,
They are all painted with happy colors.
Little monkey in the corner,
Wearing flowery clothes,
With a peach in his hand,
Turn your eyes to one side,
So smart and cute.
Plum blossoms on the grassland,
Small flowers like stars,
Pink hasn't changed at all,
Who says flowers will fade,
This dried plum dish puts people's ideas,
Completely subverted,
From last year to now,
Has always maintained an open attitude.
She's not in the vase,
It has obviously reached my heart.
You say,
By this time tomorrow,
Will definitely come.
You know,
Since then,
My sky is full of clouds and breezes,
There will be no shadows,
Happiness lies ahead.
Smiling and waving to me,
To understand,
The sweetest thing,
Nothing else,
But wait. ...
Modern poetry waits for 8 when running water brings the message of spring.
When the breeze blows the green color of spring
I've been saying
Looking for memories of walking with you that spring.
The yard at dusk is as quiet as ever.
Who thinned the spring breeze?
A little across my heart.
So soft, so delicate
Outside the window, it is the color of a painting.
I folded up an old story and hid it in plain paper.
Suddenly a flower opened in the corner of the lip.
Your breath is still dying in this flower.
The sunset smeared poetry on the window.
I live in a poem.
I don't know the falling petals
Whose past life was a memory?
Beautiful paintings when flowers bloom.
When the flowers fall, they are full of poetry.
If you come, whether the flowers bloom or fall.
Is the most beautiful encounter in the world.
Don't ask how deep you are
Just hold a poetic heart in your hand.
Waiting time, eyebrows and heart
Half loneliness, half happiness.
My Jiangnan, your hometown
I'm still the woman who attacked plainclothes.
I always thought waiting for a long-lost reunion
There is only one poem apart.
This spring, I am still here.
Write a poem for you with a smile.
In a fragrant small print, there is you.
Looking for the trace of that flower.
Modern poetry waits for 9 busy bits and pieces of life.
Or linger in the scene after scene of the text?
Of course, during this time.
Neglect, family greetings
\
Turn around suddenly
There is a pain that permeates the atrium.
I let those kind eyes
How much care and sadness?
\
The faint moonlight enveloped the earth.
The wind blew into the soft part of the atrium.
Tears of missing
Slip on silent paper
\
There are flowers everywhere.
I can't resist the concern of my family.
I wonder how my mother is recently?
I wonder how many white hairs my mother has on her head.
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The cool moonlight refreshes the skin.
Thoughts pour out at night.
There are many mountains and shadows, and there are boundless clouds and water.
I seem to see my mother standing at the intersection overlooking the distance.
\
Mom! children
Just pay attention to the flowers and plants here
But I forgot, it's over there
Mother waited through autumn water.
\
We agreed not to let you feel the end and silence.
Don't let you wait for my news in endless days.
Don't let your vicissitudes of life feel bleak.
Son, no, no.
Modern poetry 10. My hand is still waving.
Looking for your trace
You will also touch happiness.
Confiscate all happiness
At the same time, my steps are too heavy.
Crawl along the endless road
I wonder how long it will take.
If the deadline is too long
In the spring and autumn period
Could it be me again?
Suddenly afraid
There are always several galaxies in the distance.
I can't say what I like.
Be bought away by loneliness
Who will meet me again?
Words will not change in this life.
You can't take this street.
Just chatting alone.