Flour hibiscus,
Innocent,
Laughter and spring breeze.
Golden wind and jade dew,
Knowing is better than not knowing.
On the Emerald Lake,
Nice to meet you.
Dancing lightly,
Graceful.
Warm and gentle,
Holding a handful of clear water.
Naughty splash,
Cheers and good rain.
Sky blue and green,
Smart and brilliant red.
Charming,
Jade looks beautiful.
Lv Yun Temple,
Qiushui is smart.
Under the osmanthus tree,
Hold hands gently.
Ya Huan tryst,
A warm hug.
Day and night,
Acacia is bitter.
Day and night,
Pray for special love.
Moved by my heart,
Take a long trip tonight.
Like a butterfly,
In a beautiful dream.
Modern Poetry in Dreams 2 "Sunshine in Dreams"
Passion appears in dreams.
A wolf rolled onto the bed.
The brain can't wake up.
Run dozens of hours in advance.
The brain should be warm and quiet.
Rest plus rest
Overslept
Brain cells rush out of the sun.
Create a department
How come? How did your body get slaughtered?
Why, why, why can't you move?
Brain cells loyal to the body defeated the rebellion.
As soon as the body rolled.
Sing again in the morning glow
A truth jumped out.
Reasonable rest and running
Song of bamboo forest
Cheguo Hu' nan Huitong Xiaojia Town
Large bamboo forests are singing in the wind.
Some bamboo chemicals are used in factories.
Prepare for a trip or March
Or in an upright position.
One by one into the small factory.
Enhance greater value
I think it might be a toothpick.
It may be a bamboo mat.
More is the temperament of bamboo forest.
Be sung repeatedly
Hometown, I am walking.
Hometown, you are at my feet.
I'm walking.
I'm walking.
I walk very slowly.
Hometown, your heartbeat
Your previous stupidity
I can't find it.
A cold rain in December
Bring a little spring.
I walk with hope.
Sleep and take a nap
The train roared by.
Another train is coming.
Nervous and tired, leaning against the coffee table.
Hope distance
Shorten immediately
The time of life is always on time.
Just like time exists.
Don't change just because anyone changes.
Unless time goes back.
Fatigue needs rest and correction.
One passenger after another who stayed up all night.
In the form of songs
Deduct the singing of life
Modern Poetry in Dreams 3 Hometown,
Where are you?
You are in every vagrant's dream.
You come from the vast Wan Li,
Courtyards of aristocratic families along the Yangtze River,
You are the pride and pride in my heart!
Your diaojiao building, where the clouds overlap,
Just like the "Tianjie" on Mount Tai,
Always rely on dreams to shine in your heart.
Your terraces smell of earth,
Like a braid tied to the forehead of a boudoir,
It remains in my childhood memory.
The long-flowing mountain stream in front of your village,
Just like the arteries all over your body,
It has been quietly flowing in my heart.
And the simple and amiable neighborhood,
Your happiness; Sadness; Joy; Sadness; Emotions and sorrows.
I always worry about it.
ah ......
I miss Sang Zi's hometown day and night,
You have been in my dream for a long time!
Tingyuxuan
Modern Poetry in Dreams 4 Different Life
Will have different dreams
Whether you saw everything or not.
No matter from beginning to end
It will end one day.
Are intentional or unintentional.
Build a dream project for yourself
Some people are very smart.
Plan your life.
Every step, every stroke
Engraved with ideals and dreams
in most cases
God won't let you be so calm.
Most people are unintentional.
There are few people who know design.
Occasionally smart
It's hard to wake up late.
Those builders who work overtime day and night.
The lights are flashing.
The machine rumbled.
The blueprint of this plan
(of a person) sweating
travel day and night
I had a strange dream.
I often want to build that project.
Every inch of water should be solid.
Every brick should be stable.
Each column should be straight.
Be careful when constructing.
I stayed up all night.
Boil red eyes.
On the most recent day
Study hard at your desk.
Be in full swing and never relax.
I haven't stopped for ten years
When this day comes.
I'll leave quietly
Watch quietly from a distance
Let go of the body that you can't grasp.
The lower the better, the lower.
Listen quietly
How are those comments handled?
The fruit of a lifetime of hard work.
I once imagined.
In that towering building
There are many spacious halls.
I met tourists in the past.
Receive guests and friends from all over the world
Laughter and laughter are bright all night.
Even if they are from another planet.
Even if the project is only halfway through.
Even if the roof hasn't been built yet
Renovation does not need to continue.
Be simple and calm
Face the reality of being late
Time is no longer up to me.
Not so demanding.
In a simple house
Facing elegant visitors
I am still full of confidence.
Smile after work
Because I tried.
Never wasted my life.
When time gives me.
All that energy and wisdom are exhausted.
No matter how ambitious you are.
I closed my eyes and felt no guilt.
The rain stopped and I woke up.
The clouds haven't dispersed yet.
Half-round Xiao Yue and the Remnant Star
Jiong ran hanging in the air.
The project in my mind
Still working nervously in the morning light
I like the bright stars in the sky,
Like a beautiful woman's charming eyes,
And that charming face,
It always makes it difficult for me to calm my thoughts.
With a sad and distant heart,
Only dreams can bring us closer.
I really want to take it off,
Make a beautiful pendant and stay with you all your life.
I waited for you in my dream,
You're late,
I was just about to pour out my thoughts,
Who awakened my sleeping dream?
Leaving only the charming image of turning away.
In the missing country,
Leaving a ruin,
The moment of parting stung a fragile heart.
Strong shoulders,
Can't bear too much sadness.
After getting drunk,
I can only sort out the past carefully.
Twinkling stars,
Like a bright light in the fog of the sea.
The silence before dawn,
I can't smell you at all.
I waited for you in my dream,
Who awakened my sleeping dream?
The footsteps of missing,
Through helpless memories.
A vague shadow,
Is it the real you?
You turn around, and that beautiful image,
I can only wait for you in my next dream.
Nobody wants it,
Awakened my sleeping dream.
Modern poetry in dreams 6. The wind is light and the clouds are light.
The soft moon hangs on the treetops,
With the coolness of coagulated fat.
The noise during the day gradually disappeared,
It was a quiet night.
The lake is surrounded by green trees.
In midsummer,
With a little energy.
Willow branches hanging from the lake,
Dance freely with the evening breeze.
The foggy lake is very big.
The lotus leaves in the field fluctuate,
Bathing in the moonlight is full of fun.
Some are like girls' skirts,
Dance slowly with the breeze.
Tall arrow buds are dotted among the lotus leaves,
Like stars in the blue sky.
Beautiful and elegant running water,
When the light of the moon fluctuates quietly,
Like a lover's eyes.
Some wild ducks were startled by Li Andong.
Sow a string of beautiful notes.
The fat fish in the water are fighting excitedly.
The echoing frog is very interesting.
It adds a pleasant sound to Menghu.
The fishing boat made a beautiful watermark when it came home.
The lake swung open with the sound of oars,
The moon in the water turned into a half golden lake.
It is late at night,
Moonlight is like slow-moving water,
Quietly sprinkled on the boundless lotus leaf.
Layers of mist on the water surface fluttered with the wind,
In the dim moonlight, everything in the lake is hazy.
The moon is still tirelessly hung with silver,
The horizon is dotted with a few naughty stars.
Hide and appear, catch and hide with the moon.
The midnight wind is still blowing gently,
The cruelty of the attack was unbearable.
Soft moonlight, faint water vapor,
Filled with the quiet time and space of anglers.
From time to time, there is a willing laugh.
Adding more charming charm to the colorful lake night,
Let Menghu blend in with Yingying's wonderful artistic conception.
I waited for you in my dream,
First class is forty years.
In spring,
Spring thunder awakened everything on the earth,
I'm still lonely.
On that flowery summer day,
I turn a blind eye to all kinds of delicacies.
It's just a faint hope that autumn will come soon.
In the rainbow after the rain,
Have your lonely figure.
Cicada sings alone,
Wanhe sang,
A pool of lotus flowers is like a pot of vegetables.
Looking at the dusk,
Blue shadows are reflected.
Full of loneliness,
Write a lonely hanging in my heart.
The trace of that persistent disappointment floated in the sky with the red of the sunset glow.
Loving you is eternal,
I failed autumn in winter.
At the moment of snow,
The whiteness of the snow covered my eyes.
At this moment,
If you turn into a snowflake and fall on my hand,
I will put your cold in my heart to melt the wound.
If you say your heart is still wandering,
I will give up the whole world,
Let the ends of the earth accompany you as always.
You are pure and fragrant,
But I left my youth to the past.
I can only watch you silently in the snow curtain all over the sky.
In love stories,
You move with the rhythm,
You walk around,
To realize the hope of spring,
Angered the splendor of summer,
But leave the autumn green to the early frost,
My heart is frozen and struggling in the cold.
Crazy for 40 years,
Think deeply at night.
On a rainy spring night,
The candle reflected a corner of the sky.
In the warmth of the past,
How many sunsets are there?
According to the past, I remember my old friend,
Why are you tired?
I waited for you in my dream,
Wait another 40 years.
Grassland is my dream paradise.
How many times in the dream?
I spread my wings and flew to her.
Vast grassland
Open your mother's broad mind.
Greet her children.
Nourishes all kinds of creatures.
I want to lie on my back on the grass.
Perceive the warmth and massiness of grassland mother with the back.
The green blanket is flat and comfortable.
Look at those beautiful yurts, dotted with grasslands like flowers.
The taste of milk tea is very attractive.
Listen to Ma Touqin melodious.
I miss the green grass in kisses and hugs.
In the fragrance of the earth
Experience another kind of heart-warming feeling.
I want to ride a good horse on the grassland.
Measure the broad mind of grassland mother
I want to be an eagle.
Soaring in the blue sky overlooking the beautiful grassland
Protect your home, full of green.
Grassland in dreams
I want to walk under the night sky.
Count the stars in the sky
Let the breeze blow my long hair.
Deduct romance and daydreaming
I want to roll and jump on the grass.
The emotion of blocking reinforced concrete is released here.
I want to open my arms.
Running on the stormy grassland
Bathe in the baptism of nature
Perceive the power of nature.
Make yourself stronger.
I want to watch the sunrise on the grassland in the early morning.
Feel the burst of the sun jumping out of the horizon in an instant.
The morning breeze blows from the morning glow.
have a breath of fresh air
I want to take my heart out to bask in the sun.
The sun on the grassland is actually
Permeability is boundless.
No cover, no shadow.
Jinqing surplus
With ease and enthusiasm
be frank/candid and outspoken
Grassland in dreams
I will find the destination of my soul here.
The embrace of nature grassland.
Heaven in my heart
Modern Poetry in Dreams 9 My girlfriend,
The beauty I like,
After the first meeting,
Hurry back to Ningxia,
How I miss it!
The distance between you and me,
Shrinking closer and closer.
How I miss it!
My arm,
Extend indefinitely,
Always for you,
Bring food and tea.
You are like a beautiful colorful cloud,
Wherever you fly,
Grab my heart.
Say goodbye for a while,
May you be safe and smooth,
Leave me alone,
Only in my dreams.
Modern Poetry in Dreams 10 It's raining outside the window.
The gentle rain curtain seems to have no direction,
Unconsciously spread around.
It is said that rain is a tear of missing,
When you are lonely,
Will fall unconsciously.
Continuous drizzle ...
Weak emotion ...
Confused thoughts ...
Just like a cup of green tea, the fragrance floats but the fog is entangled.
The wind is blowing gently,
The rain falls quietly,
I can't see where you're coming from,
But in every drop of rain,
There are your footprints.
Breeze,
As time goes by,
Continue the memory of the past,
Pat on the body ...
Like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time,
Still the usual greeting.
Wandering wind, sentimental rain,
They are all memories of the lush years.
Night, it's already deep,
I dare not hide myself in the dark,
Lonely air is everywhere.
Light a cigarette, the smoke curled up,
Sitting alone on the window porch, with my shadow.
Thoughts fly in the air,
Like a door that doesn't close tightly,
In an instant, you are right in front of you.
However, it passed me in a hurry.
Silent night, silent dialogue ...
Empty and helpless irregular interpretation,
Like water in my heart,
Leaving only indelible marks.
The dusty diary aroused the ripples of missing,
Excitement and joy, sadness and disappointment ...
It will always be fixed in the yellowing time.
Missing is a sweet sadness,
Half warm and half sour.
Missing is the ticking of rain,
Far and near, invisible.
Missing is an album of moments when I wake up from my dream.
Want to keep every photo,
But I can't keep time.
Friend, are you okay now?
I dreamed of you again last night by accident.