Suddenly far and near, you look at me for a while and the clouds for a while. I think you're looking at me from a distance. Look at the clouds. The alley is long and winding. There are no doors or windows. I knocked on the thick wall with an old key, had many dreams and booed at dusk.
The current dream squeezes out the previous one, and the latter one drives out the previous one. The dream before going is as black as ink, and the dream after going is as black as ink; It's like saying, "Look, I look good."
The color is good, but I don't know; I don't know. Who are you? I don't know. I have a fever and a headache. You come, you come! A clear dream.
It is predicted that the day of beating will finally come. Your sighing footsteps approach at night, and I can clearly hear that it is not the whisper of forest leaves and the night wind, but the thin hoof of elk and deer crossing the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your silvery voice, are you the predicted young god? As soon as you come from the warm and gloomy south, tell me about the colors of the moon and sunshine, how the spring breeze blows away the flowers, and how Yanzi is infatuated with Populus davidiana. I will fall asleep in your dreamlike singing with my eyes closed. I seem to remember that warmth and forget it.
Please stop, stop your long-distance running, come in and sit on this tiger mattress! Let me burn the fallen leaves picked up every autumn, and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice, which will make the fire look gloomy and high, and the fire tells the life of the fallen leaves. Don't go any further. There is an endless forest ahead. The ancient trees are dotted with wild animals, and the half-dead vines, pythons and snakes are intertwined. There is not a star in the dense leaves. You will be afraid to let go of the second step when you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to leave? When I walk with you, I know every smooth road. I can keep singing songs that I am tired of listening to, and then give them to you, giving them the warmth in your hand. When the darkness of night blocks us, you can look into my eyes without turning your eyes.
You didn't listen to my exciting song, and your feet didn't stop for my trembling, like a quiet breeze drifting through this yellow fog, losing your proud footsteps. Young God, did you finally come and go quietly as predicted? The breeze bursts with endless loneliness and drizzle. God is crying for me, perched on the edge of drunkenness and dreams, perched on the abyss of love and hate. The sad heart of the glass is always unwilling to be touched until it begins to stay away from everything. Don't blame me for not being active. In fact, I can't afford to play with that lonely wanderer. The dream of glass thinking is far away and near, and the emerging love is empty. The Infiltrator's love always needs no tears. Indulgence after lingering is doomed to finish. In the end, waiting back and forth only hurts yourself. There is only one person wandering back and forth, wandering alone, watching your back every day, always silently waiting for you to turn back. There is no reason to pester you, and there is no luxury. I just want to be with you, no matter how long, even if it's just a friend, listening to the freedom she gives you is enough. I like these songs very much.
2. Modern lovers' love stories
1, holding your hand, I haven't felt it for a long time, it's my intuition that my left hand is holding my right hand; Look at your face, it's not fresh, it's a face I've known all my life. Fade the fiery heat of love, leave the youth of love! Happy Valentine's Day to Ross!
2. I am willing to be your happy black bag and give you the greatest protection forever; Give you a cup of black ink and write down your happiness; Send you a black suit to wrap your health; Grab your love in the hottest way-black hand, and wish you the cutest-black man on Black Valentine's Day.
3. Every breeze is pleasant and gentle; Every trace of concern is sincere; Every miss is full of friendship; Every phone call is full of sincerity; Every blessing is full of beauty: I wish you happiness and long-term success!
Sweet words are on my lips, sincere love is in my heart, romantic plot is on, I miss every minute of parting, and my vows will never change. I look forward to having your time every day, and being together for a lifetime is the end. Black Valentine's Day, just want to tell you that you are always in my heart!
As time goes by, I can't get rid of you from my heart. I entrusted thousands of thoughts to the lucky bird and brought my deep blessings. Time can't stop that persistence, no matter how rugged the road ahead is, you are my concern in this life.
6. Anyone who has loved will never forget love, but will only give it up. No matter how painful it is to give up, how reluctant it is to give up, love is gone. Giving up is the happiest ending, but love will live in your memory forever.
7, the breeze flies, pouring out my innocent thoughts; Fragrant flowers, floating with my continuous care; The flowing water is cheerful, whispering the trickle of my love. Dear, today is Green Valentine's Day. I tell you through the beautiful wings of nature that I love you forever.
8, gorgeous photos, sweet reality, happiness can be seen, and the warm picture will never dissipate; Beautiful scenery, sincere friendship, happy commemoration and deep love are always fresh. Honey, that's what a group photo means. Happy Valentine's Day!
9, Valentine's Day reminder: silly to send some flowers and plants; Vulgar enough to eat and drink; Boring dance; Boldly cuddle; Crazy on the spot; Timid send a message to say hello! Happy Valentine's Day!
10, the arrogance of red roses will make romance shine, the richness of chocolate will bring sweet love to the extreme, and warm words will express infinite warmth from the bottom of my heart. Valentine's day 14, dear, I wish you a happy valentine's day. I love you all my life!
1 1, one year, I only want you 12 months. One week, I just want you for seven days. My thoughts are as long as a marathon, as long as the Great Wall of Wan Li, and as ubiquitous as air. Honey, I miss you so much!
3. Beautiful and short modern poems
1, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter" You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the scenic people are watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. 2, Bing Xin's "Flower of Success" People only admire her present glory, and at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
103. Xu Zhimo's "Shi Anna La" is a gentle bow, like the shyness of a hibiscus out of water, saying treasure, saying treasure, there is sweetness in that treasure-Shi Anna La! 4. Xi Murong Art Exhibition I know that all beautiful people always refuse and will not stay for anyone. So, I hung my love and sadness on the wall for exhibition and sale.
5. Yu Youren's "National Mourning" buried me in a high mountain and looked at my mainland. The mainland does not ask if it can see, but only cries.
Bury me in the high mountain and see my hometown. Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.
The sky is grey and the wilderness is vast. Shan Ye is a state-owned ruin.
4. Modern love poems
I'm waiting for you, Xu Zhimo. I am waiting for you.
I looked at the dark outdoor as if I were looking at the future, and my heart was blinded by my listening. Why haven't you come yet? I hope to allow flowers to bloom every second.
I am waiting for your footsteps, your laughter, your face, your soft hair, and everything; I hope every second is passing.-Where are you? I want you to make my heart ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist and the stars dancing in your hair. I was trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere, like an island, floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green. I am eager for your arrival, and I also hope that a magical excellent haze will open the top of time! Why don't you come? You have a heart! You know, I know you know, it's a fatal blow that you don't come to me, killing Yangchun in my life, teaching the iron-solid darkness in the mine and oppressing my thoughts and breathing; Killing the poor bud of hope turned me into a prisoner, cruel with jealousy and sadness, shame and despair. This may be an illusion.
This is an illusion. I believe that I am indeed an idiot; But I can't turn the directional rudder, and the wind and interest of Wanfang don't allow me to hesitate-I can't turn back, and fate drives me! I also know that this is mostly the road to destruction, but for you, for you, I am willing to do anything; This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.
Idiot! In order to touch a woman's heart, I want to break a fiber of life! Want to win, can win, at most, is a drop of her tears, her cold sneer; But I am willing, even if I pass the news of my death to a stubborn stone, she regards me as a mouse and an ant in the crypt, and I am still willing! Obsessed with the truth is unconditional, and God can't bring back an infatuated heart, just as generals sometimes bring back soldiers who are on the verge of death. In vain, everything is in vain, there is no denying that you will not come, although my heart is burning with a raging fire, longing for everything about you, your hair, your smile, your hands and feet; No wishful thinking and prayer can shorten the distance between you and me by one inch! The twilight outside has condensed into the darkness of night, the branches are covered with ice and snow, and the birds have lost their songs. Silence is the universe in which people wear mourning clothes.
The hands on the clock are constantly comparing mysterious gestures, such as pointing, sympathy and ridicule. Every touch sounds like the death knell of one's own heart. For the oak tree, if I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only does it increase height and set off dignity like a dangerous peak.
Even during the day. Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, clinging to underground leaves, touch each other in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life.
This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. In goddess peak, among all kinds of handkerchiefs waving to you, whose hand suddenly retracted and covered her eyes tightly. When people disperse, who is still standing at the stern, whose dress is flying like a raging cloud? Jiang Tao raised his voice and lowered his voice, leaving a beautiful dream, which was passed down from generation to generation. However, can the heart really turn into stone? I have missed the crane looking at the sky countless times. The moonlight by the river and the flood in Ligustrum lucidum are inciting new betrayal. It is better to show off on the cliff for a thousand years than to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night. Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, cold, sad and disappointed.
She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like a lilac in a dream, this girl drifted by me. She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot.
1. Since the ship is doomed to run aground and fester, it may be a necessity for two seagulls to fly in the distance. Vaguely looking for you is your green whistle, but vaguely it is your lovely shadow, and your whistle will never be clear.
One day they will disappear forever. Suddenly, a bright light cruelly penetrated the dream, so you lost me. I'm not the same person. I always miss you, with green olives in my mouth, chew slowly. Although bitter, there is no lack of sweetness. The two weeping willows on the shore are silent, but they compose a warm symphony with silent notes. Although there are no ripples in the river around me, my roots are deep and deep. Touch your roots, I think as long as you insist on wearing the green clothes of this land, you will not fade. The footsteps of youth are getting closer and closer to us with silent notes, and our footsteps are about to get farther and farther away from each other. In the face of parting, we no longer cry. The tender smile tells the memory of the stage: graceful figure is like misty rain in the West Lake. Friends, let's join hands. Don't let waste turn into regret. Waiting to breed losses. Facing life, love lasts only a hundred years. Friendship lasts forever! ! I used to like foreign poetry.
5. Classic modern love poems
How can I meet you?
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
(Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree")
6. Find the most beautiful modern poetry
No insomnia, no heartache, you are not my broken wind. I think you have blown through the clouds, in the rain or in the window where leaves have blown, a little morning mist, a few wild chrysanthemums, and then melted into the quiet snow with the sunset. When the river ice melts, spring will sprout. I told you that the peach blossoms will bloom soon. I love you half because of your dancing hair. I want to watch kelp blowing with a cat with charming cherries, fishing with the cat and sleeping on the water with you. There are beacon lights, stars, water and you. Breathe and live quietly in your heart. I won't lose sleep and you won't be heartbroken. No matter where I love her, I love her hometown and the place where she was born. No matter where I come from, I love her hometown, and I love the mountains and rivers and folk songs flowing in my hometown. No matter where I come from, I will love her hometown, birch forest and wind valley, and grassland. When the wind blows, the face is full of joy and the song is fleeting. When I want to go north, Wangjiang River and grandma's father are separated by a small river. I wonder if we will be across a river in the future. If there is no mountain, I hope it will be wider and wider, so that the place called grandma's house can dream of having tea with you. I want to have tea with you in Sanya, Tibet, Tokyo, Egypt or Rome with Mediterranean flavor, partly because of your flying hair and because I love you. On one side is a shiny palm tree, and on the other side is a coconut grove of reflection. Let's talk about the vastness of the sea and the clearness of the wind. You'd better have a piano to play variations in D for you. Mozart and Chopin did not bow their heads. Don't worry about my girl. I will hold your hand through the storm and lightning, through the lotus and maple leaves, through the snow-covered holly. Whether it's the wind or missing the wind chimes on the eaves, I want to drink tea with you, sit on the wooden chair and hold your soft hair. The quiet night light spilled in the room. I heard the sound of falling snow and pine branches sitting around the square table. Sang Yu's harmony is not a flash of varnish touching the base. It is a time of tempering. The white light came down with the hands of the small suspenders, sandals and beards. I caught the little black cat and sent it up along the door. No panic, no panic. I like hawthorn tree love. This kind of love is high in the sky and light in the clouds. Give me the goldfish beads you made in the green lake around the mountains. It's tall and light. You look good in red. It's very quiet. This kind of love is high in the sky and light in the clouds. It's hawthorn fruit, rock sugar and rubber shoes for you. Finally, my mother said that she was so obsessed with this kind of love. Looking at the photo on the roof, you said you were here, and the last red tear slipped down, but it hurt you at last. You agreed to wait forever. This love was buried under the hawthorn tree. I can't wait for you for a year and six months. I can't wait for you to be 25. I will wait for you all my life.
7. Beautiful modern poetry
Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree If I love you, I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing Campbell: If I love you, I will never imitate spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day. Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands 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, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your stand and the land under your feet.