Intermountain path
There is a simple local accent.
The hurried crowd hurried back.
but I ...
The iron gate that separates the world walks into the Woods
Rats are lighter than worms.
Play messy grass sounds
The soil is wrapped in fragrant sweetness.
Flocks of birds flew south in a hurry.
Scattered whispers dragged my memory.
Laughter, tears and youth
Once the Woods smelled of flowers.
It's so vague now.
Looking timidly at the late autumn dusk
Piles of dead wood wept bitterly.
The fallen leaves cry in confusion with the wind.
Uneven drift
Microbubbles cried loudly and sadly.
Walking in the fields reflected by the sunset
Lonely geese cry silently.
Laughter is no longer accompanied by laughter.
The law of rising to the east and falling to the west
Deduct the bleak cycle of life and death
Once the elegant demeanour turned over a thousand times.
Wandering far away in my mind.
The throb comes from the heart, and there is no other search.
Can't undo the past.
Irretrievable ambiguity
As this merciless cold wind disappears
Withered in this reincarnation season.
The sound of the wind
Follow like a melody that pays for life
Brush branches and stagger in the Woods
Right next to me.
Melt into the eyes and turn into a tear.
Modern Poetry 2 in the Forest Standing in the Flower Sea of Summer Ranch
Facing mountains, pine forests and snow.
You might say.
Human ideal
It just delayed the beautiful scenery for a few more days.
To hell with the concept of the city.
We should give full play to people's abilities.
The floor is covered with smooth tiles.
Let me never see green grass again.
The gurgling mountain spring water poured into the sewage pipe.
Look at this heart that will break the sky.
At the beginning, your simple and simple thoughts.
Now because of greed
How far has it deviated?
At school.
There seems to be a ready-made answer to life.
It is standardized.
All you have to do is recite it like this.
You can successfully cross the threshold of colleges and universities.
But decades passed in the blink of an eye.
Until now, about life
People always can't find the answer behind it.
If all this is a lie,
Then why is everyone scrambling?
As crowded as bees and ants.
Even if it is to break the bottom line and tear your face?
Well, I finally understand.
What is the answer to life?
Nobody cares.
As long as I really understand
As long as the scam becomes money in hand
Do you see it? Why at school?
Those little bad guys whose grades are in a mess
Finally, I am like a duck to water.
Maybe they have seen through all this.
The ideal of lies is plausible under the pointer.
But they fell on the table.
Repeated snoring
Decades later, when those people
A naughty boy who doesn't listen to instructions.
Go into battle lightly and wake up first.
It turns out that everything is just like this!
Whether it was the loud praise under the pointer at the beginning
Or clusters and flowers in trance reality
It seems that only one is true.
for this reason
Throw away a lot of things that make you feel ashamed.
Forget the unbearable in the soul.
Let the arrow of interest
Decorate a lie into an ideal shot through!
Modern Poetry in the Forest 3 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Thoughts on the Wind
suddenly
The whole forest in Irtysh is green.
In a few days.
Will make the vast Gobi on both sides of the northern river
Smell the summer deeply.
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A few wild and unruly winds
Spring seedlings fill farmers with hope.
Watching it be uprooted.
Accompanied by sadness and helplessness
People replant seedlings.
Even pack up and give up completely.
This wind
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Let the wind of hope rise
It also completely shattered the wind of hope
The wind that makes people feel mixed.
The wind with changed temperament!
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Although I seldom go to the fields.
Although many people are just busy in the city.
But this sad wind
From beginning to end, I was teasing everyone's nerves.
This nasty wind!
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This is from the North Atlantic.
Crossing the European plain with seagulls
Climb the Urals with geese.
Floating through the Siberian forest with seeds
Take raindrops through the western pass of Altai Mountain.
As violent as Apollo, the sun god.
This mutated blue planet
A worrying westerly wind!
Modern Poetry in the Woods 4 —————————————————————— Real Footprints
What I unloaded today is soy sauce vinegar.
It's far away and needs a cart.
It took four hours very slowly.
There is also a car.
The old me and I chose to give up.
It's not that I'm too lazy to unload.
It is not that I don't love money.
It's just too far
Thirty dollars a ton is unreasonable.
Because I don't want to unload this season
It's time to have a rest.
Why are you so persistent? You should have a rest when you need it.
Have a cup of strong tea and watch TV.
Nourish the spirit and relax the nerves
Do something that relaxes muscles and benefits qi appropriately.
Just make a vegetable money.
People this thing.
Stay away from money
You're more like a person.
Gentle and polite
Fall into the mire of interests
Angry-looks fierce
The nature of animals is exposed.
Don't you want to live more like a person?
Freedom covers the body with ideals?
Regardless of reputation or status.
Regardless of wealth, just for the sake of mood.
Pursuing your dream day?
Some people say wait until I have money.
When is the money?
When is the sign of success?
Alas, most people are slaves to reality.
Most people live in the eyes of reality.
Let's boldly step out of other people's eyes.
Live the long-awaited truth.
We have lived long enough to wake up.
It is not too late.
Those inspirational stories told by the teacher
It's all nonsense. I don't want to hear it
I didn't understand until now.
Little people, ants on the earth
What the hell do you want!
Inuit living in the polar circle
In such a harsh environment
Almost dying person
Even the remaining pieces of meat will reach everyone's palm.
No exploitation, never stingy with property.
Everyone is sincere and everyone is a genius.
Being able to sing and dance is the real master of craftsmanship.
The word teacher has never existed in that environment.
In our superior environment,
Most people are deceiving themselves.
Adults sing high-profile sermons to fools.
His own greedy eyes sparkled in the dark!
Marquez's Centennial Loneliness
Magic Realism
There is not much magic and philosophy.
Just tell the truth
Point the finger at our messy hearts
Marquez won the highest prize.
It also won the cold eyes of family members and the eyes of relatives.
The hypocrisy of the civilized world
How chilling!
Therefore, they often remain silent.
I don't like funny bird talk on TV.
Go straight to the desolate and bleak Woods
Touch rough bark
Through the dense willow forest on the sandbar
Take a deep breath and look back.
Skew footprints were left on the ice and snow.
Modern poetry in the Woods 5. A job you know you can't do.
You are more active than anyone.
It's really going to be implemented
But your eyes are more flexible than anyone else.
Fish in troubled waters is your trump card.
Avoiding the important is your specialty.
Why do you only value the results in your mind?
Maybe you'll never understand
This wonderful road is enough to deeply engrave life!
In your opinion
Self esteem
Is it just a dispensable decoration?
Friendship and sincerity
It seems to be just a deserted desert.
So between people
Like a crocodile eating like crazy.
Except that the benefits are real.
Everything else is just a cover-up and confusion?
I'm actually netting each other for your benefit.
Are we fighting for something cruelly?
A poor and ridiculous person who believes in friendship
I just want to form a group with people I value.
* * * No pains, no gains.
Almost unaware
Turn a broad avenue into a narrow path.
This is the result of your demanding others.
When you are in trouble, you are always ahead.
Disdain calculation, willing to help the weak.
But who can get your love!
Might as well be a black-hearted guy
Confuse black and white, but mix and match freely.
I was once obsessed with the blue ocean of love.
Pure passion is just something to look at and laugh at.
Decades of struggle in the sea of people
There is nothing but vinegar and noise in the world of two people.
No wonder people were quiet during the Nanjing Massacre.
I have returned the book and forgotten it.
You and I are just sheep in the hands of God.
It's good to be able to cope with the food in your mouth.
Benevolence, courtesy, wisdom and faith are the business of adults.
Don't adults also eat cards?
Lao Wang takes the lead in finding someone to work.
Eunuch Wu is ignored.
Serves you right. You have laid a bad legacy in the past.
Being left out today should be shown to everyone!
If you're not stuck in the past, don't.
Live with old feelings
How dare your friend not call you?
alas
The poor living at the bottom
No one has a kind heart!
It's just that life is sometimes too difficult.
Have to show a cruel face.
Simple people think that
Only living is the first need.
As long as you live, the future will not be foggy.
Ordinary people are not heroes.
Only by melting morality into the blood
Regard morality as a treasure above all else.
The reason is that people are desperate
That's why you became a hero.
Heroes are fallen comets. Heroes are swan songs!
When comets cut through the dark night sky
A heroic era will come.
Hero-dominated era
The light is enough to illuminate the darkest corner of the soul!
Fuxi Shennong Three Emperors and Five Emperors Era
When will you come again?
Five stars come from the East to benefit China.
Isn't it a sign of rejuvenation in the old days?
Facing the great Irtysh River
Humble souls are like frozen rivers.
Although the sun has reached its lowest point.
The sun will naturally rise slowly.
One day the river will swell.
Worried Lin Shuixuan.
There is no need to lose sleep and worry about the weight of the soul.
Modern Poetry in the Woods 6 Hibernation
In the dead of night
Suddenly remembered the word hibernation.
you said
If only people could hibernate.
All the people don't eat or move.
How much energy should be saved and how much pollution should be reduced
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Nature needs rest and adjustment.
Dude, you're developing too fast.
Please give nature some time.
Give him a rest.
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Show the blue sky again
Re-purify the polluted air
Let the grass on the grassland exceed the horn of the bull.
Let the desert return to the green space that covers the sky.
Let all the rivers fill again.
Passionate about the blue sky
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then
People woke up from hibernation again.
Let's wait and see.
There are lush trees everywhere.
Birds are singing at the top of the tree.
Let's talk (or you and me) in private.
Looking at each other in a happy mood
In rags, tears streaming down her face.
Don't like worn-out clothes.
Just because the world is so fresh!
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Is this a dream or a reality?
I feel particularly painful now.
Although there is a computer
Express your feelings quickly, conveniently and easily.
Even for a second, let the whole world know
But this is a heavy heart!
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In that lush and fresh dream
I work hard in the fields.
After the willow elm in front of the peach and plum door.
A small river flows slowly.
You can drink whatever you want.
I don't need a computer.
I don't need anyone to remember me.
Enjoy this good solar term.
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
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late night
I'm awake
Suddenly, I thought of the word hibernation absurdly.
Modern Poetry in the Woods 7-Emerald and Sunflower
I heard the name emerald bay for the first time.
I think it's ridiculous.
It is clearly two stone mountains.
There is a flat land that is not spacious in the middle.
A river as thin as a stream.
//
Now ruled by busyness.
Jingle on the construction site
Many people are talking about all this.
What does it have to do with me?
I'm just a traveler
I'm just here to unload cement.
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in my eyes
There is no emerald here.
Emerald belongs to you.
You once said with regret
I used to have a homestead here, too
Unfortunately, there was a lack of mind at that time.
The price is too cheap.
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If it is requisitioned by developers now,
It's just a place with jade!
Look at this.
People here
Everyone wants to own a piece.
Land worth as much as jade can't be eaten in a few lifetimes.
Everyone fantasizes about suddenly having a piece.
Pie is like emerald, right in your arms.
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Another city
The city is surrounded by large sunflowers.
People here dream of working hard.
Solidly accumulate wealth
People in emerald bay.
Your heart has been occupied by guesses and results.
A city surrounded by sunflowers.
Hard-working heart read all over the spring, summer, autumn and winter.
A simple heart is many times more beautiful than jade!
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When unloading cement
I look here quietly.
Emerald bay stared at us contemptuously.
it doesn't matter
I thought about it in the Woods
I come from a city that grows sunflowers.
I'm very proud.
I am a migrant worker from this city.
I have a piece in my heart.
Zhenyu
Warm and green
Modern Poetry in the Woods and Listening to the Flying Partridges
I don't like the misty rain in Jiangnan
From his explanation of the flood.
Because oil-paper umbrellas are like cow hair and stars.
Filled with ancient alleys
This pile of complaints
It's hard for me to find that blurred artistic conception.
The emptiness of misty rain
Take a break.
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Listen to a partridge flying.
This exquisite and long piece of music
That ethereal and distant meaning
Send a lonely partridge
Fly over a hill that is not too high
Fly over the terraced fields
Layers of terraces are like countless mirrors.
Shine the morning light and sunset glow in it.
Collect all the stars in the night sky.
Put the bamboo forest by the hillside
Collect all the lights at dusk.
Will blow and shake the Milky Way.
Collect all the fishing fires in the middle of the river.
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Hold the child in a warm nest.
The beauty in front of you, partridge
Jiangnan scenery in my dream
Has it all been reflected in your heart?
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I have never been to Jiangnan.
I don't know how to describe Jiangnan.
But I like Dong Yuan's calligraphy.
Green mountains
You are covered by unique strokes.
Random thoughts, sparse or dense.
Intense and unique ideas blow like a gust of wind.
It is as slow or urgent as spring rain.
Green on the hills in the south of the Yangtze River.
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listen to
Songtao bursts
In the ocean-like green
Fly over a lonely partridge
listen to
The sound of flapping wings
Like a pigeon's whistle.
Getting closer and closer
Fly to the warm spring day.
Fly away again.
Pretend to play, fly up and down
Disappeared in the early morning of the water town
In the misty bamboo forest
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The partridge flies
You wrote down all the smoothness of the hills in the south of the Yangtze River.
You told me all about the confusion between misty rain and running water.
You sing as ethereal and crisp as possible.
I also know the sorrow of hardship.
I have never been to Jiangnan.
After listening to the sound of partridges flying
I walked into the Woods excitedly again.
Let thoughts pass like flutes.
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Dong Yuan was a master of landscape painting at the end of the Five Dynasties and the beginning of the Song Dynasty.