Writing Modern Love Poems —— Love under the streetlights of migrant workers
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Rudenxia
Where we met.
In a hurry, I came late.
You lean against the lamppost.
Like an angel with a halo on her head
No complaints
You said, you knew I would come.
Just a little earlier and a little later.
I took off my gloves and stuffed them into my back pocket.
Touch your face with your hands.
You squat down with your lips pursed.
Laugh and say, your hand is a little pricked and annoying.
Street lamp, also a wink and smile.
walk abreast
Take my hand.
You said, rough but warm.
Sprinkle sweetness all the way.
Repeat every day after work.
Waiting for the day when love blooms.
Rudenxia
Where we met.
In a hurry, I came late.
Didn't see you.
Lose the aura
Lonely street lamp
Standing in the dark
I said to myself, I knew you would come.
Just a little earlier and a little later.
The street lamps in the distance are dazzling.
But that's not where we met.
A speeding car
Lift up the elongated figure of the night
In the air
Like a broken kite
The car stopped in front of me.
You say,
I can't see your face clearly through the glass.
I can clearly see that you are crying.
No choice, no complaints
The car didn't leave suddenly.
My tears, suddenly
For example, the sluice water overturned.
Hang candles on the lamppost.
The flame shines on me.
From the construction site
Push brick, cement and steel formwork
I want to be under the street lamp.
Build a castle
A castle that can only accommodate two people.
I live in it
Wait, wait, wait
Waiting for the day when someone knocks at the door.
Writing modern poems for love II 1, a flowering tree
How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment,
I've been begging in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree,
It grows where you have to go. On the side of the road,
The sun is full of flowers carefully,
Blossoming is my hope in my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you finally ignore it,
You fell all over the floor. ...
Friend, that's not a petal,
It is my withered heart!
Step 2 go to the oak tree
If I love you,
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat simple songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
I don't know,
These are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Root,
Hold on to the ground,
Leaves,
Touch each other in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love,
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
3. "When you are old"
When you get old,
My head is white,
Sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire,
Please write down this poem,
Read slowly,
Think back to the tenderness of your eyes in the past,
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty,
True or not,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
Keep your head down,
By the glowing red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
4. Beautiful girls in the gallery
There are vegetables and still life paintings where you look at them.
So quiet.
The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.
What can they do without light?
Strangers,
I like you to stand quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.
5. "The end of this episode"
We will never be immersed in this bittersweet past time again;
When the aperture of love covered you,
Honey, come with me.
We can't find the place where we were close.
At that time, the place where we fell in love was empty.
Flowers and fragrant air,
Will they think of our arrival at this time?
Will those nightingales scream,
Found out that we used to hang out here?
Although we had a warm oath, although we had unforgettable joy,
The suffering after the carnival reached its limit was put on trial today.
Deep trauma;
No groans: broken laughter;
But stubbornly endure;
This road of love is harder than a hard stone.