The bell accompanied me to cry all the way,
Thinking about the door that is about to open,
Completely shut down at the last minute.
With a wandering heart,
Searching aimlessly,
Repeated questioning,
Broke through the line of defense established by himself,
I was at a loss under questioning.
It used to be a sweet dream,
At the moment of waking up,
The sense of loss spread throughout the body,
Catch the shadow of nothingness,
But there are also gaps.
Letting go is a pain,
But I had to let go,
Unwilling to let go of the clenched hand,
The last hug,
Is a complete break.
More lonely,
Still sad,
Turning away is a complaint of tears,
I don't know how to fix it.
A slight sneer,
Knowing that I can't do it,
Why do you have to struggle,
Caught in the whirlpool of complex feelings,
Struggling hard, I can't get rid of it.
Looking back,
Look at the past,
Leave without hesitation,
Everything already exists.
There are warm pictures in my mind,
Naive girl,
There is her final destination.
I don't know if it's a promise I can't afford or a responsibility I can't afford.
Only by sending the last blessing,
Because there is no way to prove that the meaning of love is unique.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: "Love" 2 I walked in the tea for a year.
There are four seasons or 365 days.
The man I passed by
Interpreting a strange traveling companion
I have no intention of asking about other people's clothes and moods.
Just ask the people who are predestined friends with me, and so are you.
Don't make me/ask me.
Heartache for you in my dream
Countless times I want to be a rainy goose.
Fly to your window
Ice kiss your forehead
Don't let the red beans that make you sigh
Throw it naked in the sun
That will lose the sanctity and color of love.
When I saw you so obsessed and crazy
I once regretted myself.
Are you really young?
Don't understand the true meaning of love
perhaps
maybe
Once I blushed and asked
My sister is twelve years older than me.
What is love?
The answer she told me was not very accurate either.
I only understand love from her words.
More respect
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: Lily of Love has finally arrived.
Lili and he are classmates. From the first time I saw him, Lili was trapped like a moth.
But he didn't even look at Lily.
Lily witnessed him fall in love, quarrel and make up.
Until I graduated from college, everyone fell in love, except Lili.
Lili separated from him, went to their respective cities and started her own life.
He is still hovering between love and lovelorn.
But Lili, she has never been in love.
In class, I finally heard from him, and he was lovelorn.
The students comforted him one after another.
So Lili decided to go to him without hesitation and told him that she had been here.
This group is very active. Slowly, everyone advised her to pursue her happiness bravely.
At first, someone gave Lily a trick, full of tricks.
Slowly, Lili found out.
I clearly saw him online, and he went offline as soon as he went online.
This is not the result that Lily wants.
Lily is afraid to surf the Internet, so she can only ask her classmates about him.
Lili lingers on the edge of pain and giving up alone.
I thought I was waiting for happiness.
But it turned out to be the innocence of dreams in the fairy tale world.
I suddenly remembered the time when I was holding hands and clasping my fingers.
Love doesn't need flowery language, not even a word.
I just hope that time will stand still at that moment.
In this way, let time pass.
Missing is a kind of unspeakable pain, sometimes it hurts like this.
Waiting is a kind of sadness that is hard to give up. Sometimes, that's it.
If you miss and wait, you can insert wings.
At the moment, there is no need to hurt, and it hurts. ...
Stop hurting, stop loving.
Waiting alone, the pure land in my heart.
Love is not being hurt, but hurting yourself.
Appreciation of modern poetry: four turns of love.
When did you forget the concept of time?
Still waiting for the past alone
But never go back to the beginning.
Bad script
Turn to the end and it doesn't continue.
I want to write it down, but there is only one goodbye.
Missing once.
I can't find any reason to pay homage.
The oath of precipitation
Forgot to disappear on the street corner
Want to say hello and say sorry.
But always can't afford to hurt humble promises.
Words that can't stand scrutiny
Lied to you, lied to me
personal space
But I can't see the sky.
A person's time
But stubbornly changed his mind.
It's a poem that runs aground with each other.
Regret the Spring Festival.
Once fragmented
The original meeting can no longer be supported.
I didn't realize until now.
We have never seen the same sky from the beginning.
No matter how hard it is to give up.
After all, it belongs to the most forgetful self.
Don't forget, don't ask if.
Even if the mood stays in the nearest place to the bottom of the valley.
Than climb up with bloody hands again.
Maybe once upon a time
Snuggle up to each other and swear.
But those trivial words
Never stand the scrutiny of time.
Someone forgot.
But I can't remember who it is.
A foul sky
Never see the crystal raindrops.
This dusty feeling
I'm already flustered
You have gone through your youth.
I went on with my years.
Only us
have no precedent
The noisy city has never given itself a moment of peace, not for an old friend, but because of confusion. )
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: "Love" 5 You are like a crystal snowflake in spring.
I saw you dancing in the breeze.
In my memory, it was a pure and beautiful painting.
I touched you greedily once.
You suddenly turned into a spring breeze and disappeared in my eyes.
I was annoyed by my involuntary impulse.
Slowly, I understand that only mutual appreciation of love will last longer.
You are like a beautiful and elegant plum blossom in spring.
I saw you laughing in the breeze.
That is the most beautiful photo in my memory.
I even praised you selfishly once.
You suddenly float in front of my eyes with the spring breeze.
I regret that I couldn't help acting rashly.
Gradually, I understand that only mutual appreciation of love will last longer.
You are like a wild goose on a willow tree in spring.
I saw your graceful figure in the warm wind.
That's a drunken painting in my memory.
I used to approach you proudly.
You suddenly disappeared from my eyes with the spring breeze.
I was deeply hurt by my infatuation and recklessness.
I deeply understand that only the love we appreciate each other will last longer.
Love needs
Appreciate each other like Xue Mei.
This kind of love will be different.
Only in this way can the memory of love last longer and longer.
Love needs
Appreciate each other like Ada.
This kind of love will be beautiful and exquisite.
Only in this way can the memory of love last longer and longer.
Love needs
Appreciate each other like lotus flowers
Such love will be pure and flawless.
Only in this way can the memory of love last longer and longer.
Love needs
Your heart and mine appreciate each other.
This kind of love is the truest drunkenness.
Only in this way can the love of mutual appreciation last longer.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: Love 6 When Love is a thing of the past.
We all face our past frankly.
Living may be a kind of happiness.
Some things are doomed to end from the beginning.
Love, the kind of care and love for each other.
It doesn't involve hypocrisy, it really leaves no trace.
We are not confused, we have all paid.
Giving up may be the best ending for each other, because we all feel tired.
After leaving, we all abandoned the sky.
At the same time, it also sealed each other's memories, love, hate and crying.
Across the blue sky, leaving no trace.
Perhaps, no one understands.
Maybe it's more like sweat in a crowded crowd, and it's lost cleanly.
Leave a trace of tired and noisy reality in the street.
The bougainvillea blown down by the wind and rain is a little bright red.
This tree bears witness to our past, but it cannot bear witness to our future.
Regret tells a kind of sadness in the leaves in every corner.
Everything is in the past.
Living in another kind of power and responsibility
There is no room to tell each other here, and suddenly they become strangers.
The beauty of words and vicissitudes tell each other and record a mood.
Sometimes I prefer to live in another space, but the reality is the kind of sadness.
A cigarette, burning alone on chapped lips.
A person's pale face is covered with it.
Stubble and fatigue are always accompanied by the fragility of this artistic conception.
No one understands and doesn't want to tell that kind of sadness and sadness.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: "Love" 7 When disaster suddenly strikes,
I can't wait to have an iron arm with copper shoulders,
Carrying a huge ship sinking like a hill,
Stop the crazy storm.
Wait and wait, expect and expect,
The longing hope sank to the bottom of the river,
I seem to hear the wailing and crying on the banks of the Yangtze River.
Crying, tears,
It became a sad song on the Yangtze River.
A small town on the banks of the Yangtze River,
Your name is Jianli,
At this moment,
You lit the flame of love.
Voluntary transportation,
Carrying a thousand words in the hearts of small town people;
Those flying yellow ribbons,
Silently convey true feelings and goodwill.
This is a great love with lofty feelings and sublimated soul.
This is another cohesion of simplicity, goodness and beauty.
This great love dispelled the sad clouds in the sky,
This warmth melts the sad cry of the sad people.
The disaster claimed many lives,
It is heartbreaking and deplorable;
But the scene of risking one's life and forgetting one's death,
The same touching and shocking.
Time will freeze this moment,
History will record this painful but touching stroke.
Brothers and sisters in Jianli Town, Hubei Province,
Your passionate love,
Illuminated 9.6 million square kilometers of land.
You make people in other countries feel warm,
You put the victim to rest.
Your name will be with the Yangtze River,
Your town will be a monument,
Let the world praise forever like a hero! Always remember!
Appreciation of modern poetry: "Love" 8 independent window, slow wind tapping on the heart, so that the missing dress is more and more soft.
Time is like a woman who is good at dancing. She just turned gracefully and made her beautiful image clear.
The past, the fleeting time, seems to be an exquisite album, attracting you to look through page by page.
The misty situation is like a dream. Looking back at dusk, we can see that the stars are shifting, the wind is light and the clouds are light, life is gentle, and the years leave marks.
Overhead, a cloud curled up alone, and fate must be like this.
No matter how attached and reluctant you are, it's gone forever.
Forgetting makes yesterday hazy, and memory makes experience take pictures, which seems like nothing, truth and illusion, and depicts a picturesque life.
Hug each other, sigh, know each other in the dust of the years, and thank God for the charming scenery.
In a quiet corner of my heart, I keep the last ray of light before darkness.
The past is piled up in the flying dust, and I look at it gently.
The lingering ink marks the mottled and shabby years, snuggling up to the shallow yesterday.
Awaken the long-lost feelings of teenagers. The past is like a flower blooming for the second time.
Fragrant fragrance wafts away, lightly occupying a corner of the heart, lingering.
Facing the quiet, simple and distant time of starlight, I lost weight.
Close your eyes, she is like a white rose, which blooms in an instant, showing the beautiful moment of youth to the one you love.
Bloom quietly, without interruption, the whole world melts in the quiet waiting.
For her beautiful attention, this quiet and elegant state of mind, like a drizzle, silently infiltrates each other's hearts.
In retrospect, the most touching thing is the shallow smile. In the night, a little shyness has spread a thin layer of warmth in my heart.
Hand in hand, wake up to love and worry.
Bathed in moonlight and flowers, staring at the gathering and scattering in the world of mortals and people coming and going.
A faint pink beauty, an annoyed sigh, just because I met and got married.
Achievement in the world, even waving sleeves; In the poetry book, I was drunk in Lanzhou Rain Lane, apricot flowers and willow smoke.
The wind wrote a hazy poem in the night.
Don't glance at the past, whisper your thoughts, like water drops flowing in the stamens after rain, slip away quietly and disappear.
Endless youth, a long night, lit a column of incense in front of the Buddha.
Holding hands for a long time, I just want to be the daisy in your mind.
Laugh at the wind, frost and autumn chill.
Moss frosts, hands open, and years pass.
Hold tight and put away the feelings like butterfly wings.
Time flies, and everyone you know will grow old.
Meet, in the cycle of the four seasons, quietly stay young forever.
The lines are full of emotions, like pieces of flowers dancing in autumn water.
Whispering love is the beauty of turning cocoon into butterfly!