Bi Xia decorated with flowers.
one day
Become a skeleton
The beauty of the whole country
Long hair and waist
Teenagers are beautiful.
Empty and beautiful.
Fall in love with your heart
Don't get old in this life.
Teenagers also go.
What are the disadvantages?
Dedicated to the world
Widely spread
How about letting me do it?
Grow old together, never give up.
Whether it is possible or not.
Do my best.
It could be that.
Just for
You're smiling happily.
Only this
I want nothing more.
Modern Poetry 2 (1)
A gentle and deep call
Still wandering, the old dance pavilion and singing platform
Gently push open the Xiao Xuan window in May.
Caotang after the rain
The impression of chasing water from falling red
Return to peace
Once wet memories.
Condensed into a lotus leaf, a round dew.
When the breeze is rippling, it drops quietly.
All past events
This is just a ripple in the cycle.
When the weather is clear
Silently open a bright red parasol
Enjoy the artistic conception of flowers alone
No matter how much I miss you.
Can only be entrusted to charming wicker
The apricot blossom that smiled at me.
Now, I am married.
②
The scarlet sunset drifted slowly by.
My reflection is a swaying fishing boat.
The feeling of closing the net
At sunset, slowly emerge from the water.
On an island in the stream.
Elegant reeds.
Rendering the coolness of summer to the fullest.
Silent stream, from the ancient broken bridge.
Tearing and flowing
Your voice becomes-
A fading memory
A few purple swallows, carrying dirt back and forth.
It's time to build a nest.
Why are you singing?
Today, they are still displaced.
Inclined modern poetry 3 1
Autumn insects have listening greetings in their mouths.
Look at the wings that inadvertently wrap around your eyes.
Meet quietly. For example, for example ...
Encounter, an altar of osmanthus wine can sprinkle a little more qingfen.
I think the old man's hand is holding the arrival of the grasshopper, and it is late winter to take off this rhetoric.
I see dark green and dark green.
I walked in the conversation.
Walking, the dark green wings are silent and mottled, and the echo is no longer obsessed with mortal dust.
2
Breaking time has caused trouble all over the place, and your pen is folded on the canvas. Footsteps. Oh, yes.
Poetry dances on the notes, and Zhuang Sheng sends a piano to fill the tree wind.
Reciting the Heart Sutra, butterflies enter the Buddhist Sutra, dewdrops pass by, and romantic articles pile up all over the mountains.
Look up at the clouds casually and carve them into inner waves.
The long paddles make up the fish shadow of the sound of the waves, and they look at their hearts until sunrise. ...
Goose song, inspiring people to understand, began to smile at the smoke.
To cherish and suddenly be a bystander.
The mountain breeze that just blew was shaken by the branches, and another drunken moment was taken back:
There is a silent mouth in the field.
three
He pried open the moon, although extremely modest, but shocked my soul.
Shouting bits and pieces.
The list contained in it is all fragrant words. What's the mystery to hide? It is independent.
You are like a ghost, singing carols.
Those happy hearts are broken. How many years later, who can go back to that night and leave me miserable and indifferent, sheep?
Ears pricked up, tears can still lean out?
Throughout the magic river, the vast sea of people stirred my heart forward all the way.
Heart to heart, heart to heart, heart to heart, now singing is not empty, but warm.
On the lips, it turns into a sweet, white and black moon cake.
In all the blooming, in the background, become the king I love.
1 oblique modern poem 4
Some things, like a dead end, can't get in, have no exit, and have no retreat.
Some friendships, like faint smoke, linger in the air. Once dispersed, there is no room.
Some love, like an extremely inflated balloon, is sweet, but I don't know how fragile it is.
A person's life is always like an endless track. If you don't run, you will fail.
Someone once told me that her life was a failure, with two marriages and two men.
Two different endings, but also make her sad. She wants to leave this world,
I thought about venting her dissatisfaction through physical pain. I asked her, have you thought about your family and friends?
How many times have you given the sweetest smile to strangers, but left the worst temper to family and friends?
second
It was getting dark, and I sat by the window, holding a cup of unsweetened coffee and thinking quietly.
Fish can't live without water and people can't live without oxygen.
Maybe this time I let go and I can't go back.
You said you accepted everything from me unconditionally.
However, you broke your word.
You told me you were tired.
I told you I was in pain.
We each held a knife, comforted each other with the gentlest language, and inadvertently brought fatal harm to each other.
You still like to wear a plain white shirt and pure white headphones.
And I, no longer so rebellious, I began to like light blue.
Yes, the world is changing, and so are we.
You're running away, running away from these injuries, running away from all of us.
I don't bless you. Goodbye.
Can you put down the oblique modern poem 5?
I spent three winters.
I keep you in my heart.
I should be happy.
But why can't you be happy?
Your face is finally blurred.
Why can't I summon up the courage to find new faces?
What do I owe you, or am I to blame for being stupid?
Your determination. I never blame it.
I don't want to Still can't blame?
The lights are sparse, the people are sparsely populated, and it is deserted.
You are still as beautiful as a proud princess.
I'm alone in the corner with a hangover.
The seaside that once held hands. Embrace the attic.
Only the wild cold wind is left.
A gaunt and pale face. No one is distressed.
Even if there are thousands of neodymium in Qian Qian, it is not as good as a beauty's smile.
I have tried everything, but I can't get your smile back.
I am the clown in your play.
But I look forward to being your prince.
The play is over.
The audience dispersed.
You're all smiles. You put your hand in his palm.
It's heartbreaking.
At the moment when the world collapsed.
I tried my best. Smile and bless.
The next corner. Like a child.
Hold your knees tight. Gently twitch.
My feelings have always been shallow. Why is it so deep?
I love you, but it's none of your business.
Listen to sad songs and read other people's stories.
The result is distressing. So that's it.
Goodbye. Finally finished. Never again.
I'm leaving. Take a late-night train.
Sadness with a backpack
In the next city
Drag one's tired body
Stubborn interpretation of the ending story
Waiting is the first aging in life.
Love and death. That's colder.
The fairy tale is over. I choose to forget for a long time.
Not at first. Didn't end up together
Nothing can pass. I just can't go back.
I learned to be strong. But loneliness buried me.
Don't miss you.
Forget your appearance.
Deleted your number. Turn off your cell phone.
I became quiet.
I am used to wearing earplugs in my left ear.
But stop listening to your favorite songs.
I began to write and draw again. Just without you.
Inclined modern poem 6 midnight bell penetrates the misty fog,
You get on the boat that comes home late,
Floating on the attachment of the yellow land,
I watched quietly.
People's hearts float on water, but people's hearts slide on ice.
The human heart germinates in the water,
Cultivate a green desire.
I come from the blue planet,
I ran through secular water.
I am full of admiration for the charming spring scenery.
I accelerated my pursuit of the sea,
The stone of my mind floats on the sea,
With the blue sea breeze drifting in the distance!
In the sea, clouds are full of vitality.
Covering the distance within my power,
I saw the image of the spring breeze,
Spying on the lingering sound in history,
In its dim shadow,
A horse with time to hiss!
Swallows migrate in rainy days,
On its black face,
I saw the scenery along the way,
Without the leisurely whisper of moonlight,
The spell you cast
From my hazy dream,
In the morning, your arrow travels in the wilderness.
Swallows fly down in rainy days!
The first frost was in the sea.
The first frost forecast.
Swallow's soul flies over the sea.
Swallow's mind was drowned.
Swallows pass through the first frost,
I heard the call from the depths of the sea,
Our ancestors ran on the sea.
Swallows fly down on rainy days,
Sheep running out of history books,
Surging in the rolling wheat waves.
Golden June, wheat yellow June.
Wheat whimpered under his mother's sickle.
Groaning in maternal love.
The first frost appeared in the wheat field,
The first frost cried in the sun.
Mother's sickle is still waving.
Let me see my mother in the first frost.
I looked at the sunshine in the first frost.
I learned to cry in the first frost.
Swallows flew down during the first frost.
I passed through this ancient Roman city during the first frost.
On the ruins of a thousand years
On the seven mountain city-states.
I can't find my palatino Palace.
I'm not Romono. I'm not Lemo.
My bones are not in the rubble.
I control the direction of the wind.
On the Mediterranean coast
Waiting for a pure white first frost.
The monsoon blows me.
The world moves with the wind.
At the end of the epicenter,
Swallows flew down during the first frost.
The first frost was in the rocks.
A black ghost jumped out of the rock.
The rocks were bathed in deep wind at night.
You sink into the water.
The bright light lay flat on the water.
Not as gentle as a dragonfly.
Green grass grows in the rocks.
The grass is lifeless.
The moon disappeared into the water.
The grass turned yellow yesterday.
Rocks reject true feelings.
Reject fate in reincarnation
Reject natural growth
Only silence is allowed in rocks.
You are only allowed to look out in the wind and rain.
Rock! Rock! Answer me!
The first frost is coming.
Rocks learn to fly,
In red water, dreams are limited to models.
Take off at the first frost in autumn.
Or, indifference
The first frost is warmer than the stone.
In the red-hot stone heart
There is huge magma.
A huge fire is burning.
In the bright universe, flames are everywhere.
The violent surge of magma
Fierce burning
Like child stars.
There is a huge halo inside.
In the waning moonlight
A bargaining chip that intensifies historical change.
My star falls on the Wild Goose Mountain in the Westward Journey.
Pick up the falling stars
The widow read the prophecy with difficulty.
He can't move. He flew over Wan Li.
In a forbidden area with mountains and water.
Hope for a bright future
On the equator near the subtropics
Your fiery heart
Hidden deep is the ghost of many years ago.
At the moment when the drip hole was pierced.
Swallows fly in the first frost.
I accelerated my call for truth and truth.
The star of tomorrow is not a star!
The star of tomorrow begins to warm all mankind!
Modern poem 7 "The Wild Goose of that Year"
The end of silence is agreement.
The breeze overflowed and it was midnight.
Willow missed the requirements of the season.
Can't play with the courage to spit new shoots.
Curled up in the dark.
Accustomed to listening to the bell-like greetings.
Have an unchanging dream
Filter and chew between your hearts.
as always
wait for
Na Yue's whisper.
In Zhan Yan's smile
Pour out shiny worries
A slow-moving beam of light
Judging by three ridges.
Listen to the sound of drums and springs skillfully
Touch the tranquility of nature
Look at it flowing.
Quietly, far away, widely
Disappear in the corner of the Millennium
Just look.
The calm sea is rough.
Yu Nu growled at it.
Hope in horror
This is not a real concept.
Fading is not the tip of the spotlight.
Remove the milkshake.
Warm and cool
torment
Static and stirring
As meek as a sheep
Silent as a tree
It's hard to find a previous agreement in this life.
Beauty decomposes memory.
This is a sympathetic memory.
Withered on a strange narrow road
Forgotten, unforgettable
I can't stay, but my feelings move with the times.
I can't help but have a little more masked lovers.
A little secular interference
This poor roof is everywhere.
Long-term accumulation has become a stain.
Specular reflection
Just like this.
I am a small tree growing on the roadside fence.
The soil and rain here can't stay,
I had to take root in a crack in the brick wall.
I craned my neck to grow,
Lift the bent branches and heads.
As long as the sun doesn't dry me,
I'll try my best to send oxygen.
But people passing by,
Always dismissive of me;
Seeing people despise me,
It seems to be counting my faults in spring, summer, autumn and winter:
In early spring,
People laugh at me for not being stupid or smart,
Leaves can't compose a chapter of bright green music:
In the hot summer,
People criticized me for not shading,
Roots can't make deep songs;
In autumn,
People accuse me of being useless,
You can't bear a sweet fruit in a year;
In the cold winter,
People cursed me for not being able to resist the strong wind,
Never put up a flag.
Thinking about people's accusations and curses against me,
My heart is really bitter,
I really want to pull passers-by to ask:
Have you ever considered,
In such an environment,
How can a small tree grow and survive?
Modern Poetry 9 He is unique and sad all his life!
He was born in a famous family and studied the four books, five classics and six arts since childhood. 17-year-old Fang is already a peerless son with a strong personality in Jiangnan.
She was charming, but she became lonely all her life!
She was born in the dust, her mother taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she also had the ability to serve others. She has long known her future destiny and what it will be like!
He was lonely by nature and seldom left home, but he rode across the south of the Yangtze River.
She is very young, but she lingers in the place of fireworks and seldom goes out.
That night, beside the Qinhuai River, the lanterns were first put on, the candles were red, and people were singing and dancing.
He strolled into Qinhuai and stopped at a curious moment. Who knows this stop is a year!
She was so dazzling among thousands of singers that he was blurred at a glance! After all, you are young and ignorant.
Seems to feel his burning eyes. Looking back, she didn't care much, but Tao was just an ordinary guest!
Who knows, it turned out to be such a handsome son, Tsing Yi Mo Jian, which made people pity. She has a charming smile and a variety of amorous feelings!
He is the son of a noble family. He has been accompanied since he was a child. He didn't know the bitterness of the dust, and this smile ruined his city.
She is a famous prostitute of fireworks. She studied art as a child and made a living by selling art. Although I don't touch, I also know my own suffering! Dare not decide with you!
At midnight, the ship was still singing and dancing, but it had slowly left.
He is still immersed in that smile, full of peach blossoms! But unconsciously, the beauty has gone.
When I woke up, the Qinhuai River was empty, and the beautiful scenery in front of me had already disappeared.
He suddenly realized that time had passed so long and he was distressed. He doesn't know the origin of this beautiful woman. Where can Conan find her in the dream?
After that day, every night, there was a boy in blue waiting at Qinhuai!
After the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the heat and the cold, the constant time is his endless waiting!
Until one day, pedestrians told him that it was just a brothel woman, and it was not worth it for her!
He didn't hear the latter words. Just practice to brothel, brothel. Sudden loss!
He naturally understands the meaning of brothels, and may have guessed it, just deceiving himself!
He never misses that woman except his mother.
This is the first time he has waited for a woman, but it is a man like smoke!
He doesn't want to believe it, and he can't believe it. This is his destiny in this life.
He came to Yuege, the largest brothel in Jiangnan.
If I really see her, I can't help being excited and my hands are tight.
She is a red card here and lives by acting! Listen to the snow pavilion!
He stood downstairs, staring at her painting upstairs, and his heart was in a panic.
Looking back on that day, it's like spring water reflecting pear blossoms! Beauty.
Now that the enemy is coming downstairs, she looks picturesque! White jade is flawless.
The night is sad. She sits upstairs and looks at the moon. Pull your hair gently, it looks like a flower!
The breeze blew, and he stood by the railing and looked at her with open eyes; Smile between the eyebrows, she is still her!
That day, I heard from Xueting that he and she put wine on the moon and had a good chat!
Since then, every moonlit night, he has sent books with her, thinking about the moon!
Until that day, in Yuege, he said to her, I want to marry you. The teenager's face is a little rosy!
At that time, she thought it was just a joke. He is a peerless son with a bright future. It's a great fate to have company for one night. What kind of life do you want?
She is just a prostitute, a beauty in the eyes of the world! How can she be worthy of him, so as not to ruin his bright future with her own hands!
But I didn't expect it to come true later. It was a butterfly love. Finally turned into a cloud, the storyteller said!
He was twenty years old that year. I married her in spite of my family's opposition!
That January, the flames of war were raging, and Wan Li's rivers and mountains were iron horses, and the bones turned to sand!
On that day, gongs and drums were loud, and Shili red makeup was married for her, and she was with the world!
The following spring, 100,000 fighters from the Great Wall will go straight to Jiangnan!
He joined the army, and she arrived in Chang 'an with a personal letter!
In January of that year, the right commander of Xiongnu called Han Zhanxie and led troops to Qinhuai for 30,000!
In that World War I, Chen Qing, the matchless childe, won the sword in white and fought bloody battles for three days!
On that day, Chen Qing defeated the enemy soldiers with one like you!
But I don't want to, and I'm confused. Khan has gone straight to Chang 'an!
At that time, the bustling Chang' an was crowing, and there were 30 thousand soldiers in Gaocheng!
It was an emergency. His Royal Highness Beichen personally boarded the city wall and hung up his yellow robe to fight with others!
Chang' an robbery, 30 thousand old, weak, sick and disabled in a high-walled city can't compete with 100 thousand armored people at all!
Chang 'an broke, Xiongnu fighters burned and looted the palace!
The country was broken, and the Emperor of Northern Cang Jing could not stand being humiliated. Touched by the green abundance and thanked the world!
At home, His Royal Highness Beichen killed the sword all the way and left the enemy camp!
Jiangnan, the peerless childe has recruited 100,000. Welcome Beichen to sit in Jiangnan!
Jiangnan embers, a misty rain, Qinhuai River, he mistakenly entrusted her to others!
On the solstice of summer, the Huns allied with Nanyue and sent about one million troops to attack and destroy our northern sky.
Jiangnan, Beichen, childe Chen Qing, dispatch troops, dispatch troops, and defend the leaders of our country to the death!
When the enemy arrived, the Xiongnu army of 300,000 rushed all the way to Lin 'an!
In the fierce battle, you went to Beichen to make a personal expedition, and the soldiers sent Lin' an to battle with swords, and the walls were stained with blood!
Linjiang, South Moon 700,000 white gauze, light clothes, straight to my south!
Crossing the river, there are 200,000 armored soldiers in Beicang, and the iron bow is angry with ten thousand arrows to destroy its armored soldiers!
Burning the river, childe Chen Qing has a clever plan, and the fire uses the raging wind to cover up the moonlight!
Later, Beicang returned home with a great victory, and the people lived and worked in peace.
It's just that I never saw my son come back. Seal the marquis and worship the general.
It turned out that he went to find her and found a turning point in the envelope!
She went to Jiangnan to look for him, but he didn't meet her. The quicksand touched Cang Hua!
Wet ink gives a short sigh between folds, gradually polishing an ordinary piece of paper into air-dried ink, showing a touch of persistence and vicissitudes.
He beat horses across the south of the Yangtze River, but this time he never saw her again. I still remember her as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, a weak woman, what did she do in troubled times?
He is in a state of confusion and anxiety. I can't find her,
Once agreed to last forever, wine hedges, * * * words sing horses!
I once made an appointment with two people and a horse, with green hair and white hair, to compete for the world!
Once promised the end of time, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and grow old together!
However, at this moment. Where the hell are you? The white horse stopped, and his voice was hoarse.
At that time, there were blue sky and white clouds, and they promised not to leave this life! Now the sky is still the same, and my old friend is gone!
At that moment, in the far south, she seemed to hear his voice. Look up at the sky.
The thin back is more lonely in the cold autumn wind! White gauze rustles!
Unique, Chen Qing. I dare not decide with you again in this life, and I will give you a mobile home in the afterlife!
Language, "so big palace wall you white silk hung high, she boarded the cantilever beam, silent!
It turned out that he was captured by the general of South Vietnam and dedicated to King Nanping.
At the same time, Beicang and Chen Qing suddenly felt inner pain, which tore their hearts. It seems that something important has been lost.
Since then, Qing, the unparalleled son of the whole city, has been singing and dancing day and night, drunk and bohemian. Never see it again.
Until later, the south moon king made a mistake, a mistake that covered his world, that is, he should not use it to attack the childe unparalleled.
After knowing everything, Chen Qing seems calm, but behind his light wind and clouds, it is cruel and gloomy!
On that day, the huge Southern Moon Empire collapsed overnight.
The magnificent palace was destroyed by a raging fire!
At sunset, he carried her around the world, dressed in white, as white as a painting!
Moon, if it's okay down there, I'll go with you. A clear light, its blood is defiled.
That white dress is incomparable. A little cinnabar, stay underground with him!
Okura, young man.
Mothership Mukden, the emperor said!
No one in the world has a son like you, Chen Qing.
Although it is a fleeting moment of youth, it is good for the country and good for the dawn.
Childe's life, in the seven-year war, destroyed the South Moon, retired the Huns, and saved the country.
Success is better than a thousand years, but fate is ill-fated, and he died in the year of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Seal the sky and the emperor, in the emperor Chen Qing.
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Oblique modern poetry 10 cannot see through the entanglement of love.
For example, the sound of the piano plucking strings.
Drink a dripping, dreamy, sleepless heart.
I want to travel around the world by wind.
Who should I be alone all my life?
Never forget each other's vows.
It is difficult to copy by splashing ink.
In this life, I have you to change the world and sleep with the moon.
Dream of flying wings
Cooking wine, having fun, drinking music, and falling flowers under the moon.
Three lives and seven lives turned into snow.
Mist and rain beat against the window eaves.
Through the misty eyes of the rain curtain
Why go your own way?
Dream of boating by the water.
Wandering back after drinking.
* * * Look at the starry Milky Way.
Stick to my oath in the face of life and death
In this life, I have you to change the world and sleep with the moon.
Dream of flying wings
Cooking wine, having fun, drinking music, and falling flowers under the moon.
Three lives and seven lives turned into snow.
In this life, I have you to change the world and sleep with the moon.
Waiting for the Millennium to snuggle up and forget Sichuan and see the world.
Cooking wine, having fun, drinking music, and falling flowers under the moon.
Three lives and seven lives turned into snow.