Dark modern poetry 1 on the dark river.
What a beautiful brightly lit night.
You smiled and slowly led me to the other side.
Rising tide
It's the swelling love in my chest.
What a beautiful and flustered night.
Please forgive me for having to sing.
Want to look down at my starry sky and call softly.
The stars are not as good as the sky.
Sitting in the bow, you are dazzling.
I almost mistook it for happiness at hand.
Looking up from an obscure corner
No one can solve my sadness.
Before all life appeared.
It's not that I don't know that I should dodge and escape.
But on such a beautiful night.
There is a desire hidden, but never allowed.
Just turn your eyes.
A moment's love from heart to skin.
I am a moth running to the blazing flame.
It will turn to ashes after burning.
But if you refuse to burn
What can I leave behind in the future?
Except for one that gradually thickens and breaks.
A heart that gradually loses its luster in the dust.
So I jumped into the fire.
Jumping at the temptation set by fate in the dark.
With my beautiful songs and sincere poems.
I grew up with a gentle and shy woman.
What can you do in life?
The ultimate for you
In legend, they like to add happy endings.
Only I know that reeds are wet in the fog.
How I watched you drift away.
The song stopped when the lights went out one by one.
Everything you left behind in the underground river
Finally, I can only be whispered by many people under the stars.
Your past, my last night
Dark Modern Poetry 2: Have you ever run in the dark?
That absolute darkness,
Without light,
Without company,
There is no end,
There is no other shore,
You must run blindly.
This fall,
You're up,
Maybe next time I will fall into the haze of death,
Maybe for a moment,
You hear people screaming and crying,
Only by roaring and tearing in pain can you get the eardrum.
Are you numb or trembling,
Facing is your only choice,
Have you ever run in the dark?
Twisted darkness,
Without time and space,
No love.
Without direction,
It doesn't exist,
You just have to run,
The order was given.
Who brought you into this muddy swamp?
Maybe for a moment,
You're curled up in the dark,
Everything no longer has a reason to exist,
Have you ever run in the dark?
Annoying darkness,
You are the only bright spot,
Centuries of laughter echoed in my ears.
No tone,
No rhythm,
There is no beauty,
Black hands incited the darkness.
Tearing at your pace,
The decaying crown radiates decaying light,
You trip over and over again.
Full of dark red sunshine,
Like a blooming gardenia,
So,
You became a tree.
Flowers with smiles,
In the dark,
On the throne,
On the body and the sword,
So,
You finally stopped running in the dark.
Dark modern poetry 3 darkness and light
All light will eventually face the torment of darkness.
The heart has accumulated enough strength to be released.
Life never stops moving forward, measure it with your heart.
Accustomed to the touch of the sun, towards the paradise of dreams.
Years seal up memories, only to be reborn in the dark.
Whose figure is walking alone in the dark
The longing for the dry years blooms eagerly in the starry sky.
Looking for the lamp that ignites the pain at night.
All the memories poured in, breaking the chaotic silence.
If life does not give me darkness, how can I have a bright future?
Life is a pilgrimage, even though there is endless darkness ahead.
Quietly chanting, only one word a night.
Life goes through the night and dreams come true.
Life wears the dowry of dreams and smashes the darkness.
If time is merciful, if you are at the end of the world.
Nothing can stop the flame of love, just because of you.
The soul is looking for its way home in the dark. Who will meet you?
Everything is destined for a prosperous carnival.
Tired and falling in the dark, who is calling in the distance?
With that gentle voice, you abandoned cowardice and went to the future.
Go, a journey of mountains and rivers, a journey of darkness.
Smile, always strong, the most primitive instinct.
Thanks to the ruthlessness of the night, life is reborn in the fire.
If it weren't for you, why would I be so brave?
The night has given me strength, and I am about to usher in the light.
Dark modern poetry 4 in infinite darkness
all one's life
Always walking with lanterns.
In the infinite darkness
Holding a flame will bring infinite confidence.
A bird's eye view will show that
It was a floating firefly-like light.
That light
No more light.
It cannot consider the future.
You can't forget the past.
A place that was once bright.
Will fall back into darkness.
all one's life
Always walking with lanterns.
In the dark night
In the barren hills
If he falls to the ground,
His lantern will go out.
Shicheng
The most terrible thing about this city is
Cafe will become something else.
Towering buildings will also disappear.
Even roads and blocks will be redistributed.
People here are keen on playing with building blocks.
You have lived too long.
Memories will be completely hidden.
You must be able to imagine.
In the twilight years
How will you tell this young lady?
The boos in the sea of memory.
How to shake your recliner in the dead of night?
corsicans
Corsica Valery
Growing in the blue ocean.
When the beard is pulled.
He is in love as much as you and I.
On a stormy night
He lost his mind.
Valery gave up literature and devoted himself to philosophy.
In order to resist a profound spiritual crisis.
I often get lost in thought.
Try to imagine that he and similar people are caught in the abyss of thinking in many details.
Those who cannot avoid dangerous things.
When I was cut by the white and sharp crisis
How much blood he lost and what he said.
Poetic nature of singing
This is an ordinary morning.
But April is always a day of mourning
But she is singing.
Our chef is singing.
She hummed and mopped the floor around.
This song aroused the emptiness of the dining hall.
Let me immerse myself in sadness.
There are beautiful trees by the roadside in the yard.
The leaves were polished by the rain.
Partridges are chirping in the distance.
Helpless sky
Accumulate more gloom
But my low head and my listening auricle know it.
They are a perfect match.
She is singing at the moment.
When the autumn wind blows
When the autumn wind blows
More and more voices will make people unbearable.
At noon today, I was amused by the chirping of partridges.
I crossed the busy street.
Escape to the sunny glade.
Song Tao suddenly gave a cry.
Sweep in all directions
Another cool year.
I can't resist.
Deep in the past, bowed their heads and meditated.
I'm more like a brand-new plane.
On the golden river
Flourishing development, patience and breaking the waves.
Poetic nature of cooking
The old lady on the fourth floor learned to cook after her wife died.
It took a lot of time to make it again and again.
She cooks every dish with the taste she remembers.
We will also resist sadness.
Standing in front of the cherry tree downstairs
Check the photos and chat for a long time.
Or watch the rainstorm every spring.
Wash the scattered petals into the ditch
Courtyard in the south
There are always benches on the pavilion.
Spring night is full of flowers.
Who can sit next to you in the future: count.
How many regrets does life have?
Tonight I heard
Tonight I heard
A lot of times, screaming and falling apart.
Very little time, I built it on the wall of personal history.
The rest, pad my desk and set my writing plane.
What this dark night looks like.
Beautiful and quiet
The man who put me in bed is crazy.
Tonight I heard
The world is profound and magnificent.
Tonight is not as cool as the whole river.
Come and soak my body at the moment.
Lihuage
Every afternoon, I can detect the dark turn of the light.
Silent people are walking in the street.
Every afternoon, the trees are lush and the tiny flowers smell fragrant.
Every afternoon, there is silence in all directions.
Looking out the window, I was speechless.
Every afternoon, I get lost in the faint light.
Try to draw an ancient shooter on the inner rock wall.
For so many years, I watched the fire from the other side of the bank and got addicted to it.
But suddenly today, I was dragged into a field full of pear blossoms.
Every flower is thriving.
I fell into a passion that swept my whole body like a secular reunion.
Now the clouds cast a shadow.
Now the bees have entered the stamens.
The illusion of time is still playing with the dilemma of life.
But I was stupid and determined to achieve this buzzing happiness first.
Ode to a maiden
The wind blew slightly, and the green seedlings in the rice fields rang gently.
They look just like happy girls usually do.
I've seen them in summer buildings.
Stretch out your high arms like dancing.
Stir and drive away flying insects floating overhead)
Rows of mulberry trees, waving their green palms.
They tore off the branches and picked mulberry leaves with a bang.
Smiling almond eyes, fair face
And the pastoral I learned in the movie.
In the classroom, the farthest one is seven steps away from me.
Intersection of buildings
The rice fields are as motionless as mirrors.
Over the years, a certain me.
It must have been framed there all the time.
Every round of memories
Always like the sun that day-
It will cover the cumulonimbus clouds on it.
Dye a golden color that is rare in the world.
Beilun Yangsha Mountain as a souvenir
The desert came to the coast.
Is it Sahara or Taklimakan?
On the evening sea, by the nameless pier.
The world is sand.
Time is sand.
If you hold a handful of sand tightly
They just slip through your fingers.
They seem to have their own reasons.
I believe, many times.
Because this texture is very close to that texture.
The whole universe has broken my heart.
This must be the devil's masterpiece.
Every grain is the same, there is no difference.
They convinced me.
One day, time will embrace everything,
After all changes, it stagnated.
In this pile of things made of them.
There is more thrilling content:
Silent rock fragments
Fragments of broken waves
A series of endless peaks
A series of sharp rifts.
A torrent of magma.
This is the truth that the world was buried and reappeared.
Everyone on this golden sand dune never belongs to the sea.
When it reappears,
You can no longer believe that it is silent.
Dark modern poetry 5 dark confusion
The eyes of the night pass through the dark chaos.
That life's wandering, this life's obsession.
The imaginary sky is full of tears and rain.
Your world starts to shake.
I want to paint my dreams in colorful colors.
How I want to start all the journeys alone.
There are meteors in the lucky starry sky.
Do you knit new colorful clothes?
Is winter love still sticking to the cold?
Is that light still flashing?
Don't imagine the sadness after you leave.
Warm thoughts wander in the four seasons.
I have been meditating under the warm sky.
I have never regretted missing you.
It's just that you have slept in my soul.
Write your name in your diary every day.
Be happy in your smile every day.
If life is you and me, I will guard it with my heart in my life.
Then the meaning of life is to smile forward.
Your smile is in full bloom in the sky of the four seasons.
Your smile blooms in the cold winter.
If we get old,
That must be the greatest happiness of our life.
To get to know each other and be with you.
This is the greatest reward of time for us.
You are the greatest pride of my life.