The modern poem of April Song: 1 1, the shadow of the season
The sunshine in April shines and grows.
Covered in gloom, like a snake molting and ready to move.
In the middle of the cold
The finely divided white flowers in a corner of Yin Ji are blooming sporadically.
The sunshine clings to the street enthusiastically.
I feel a little sleepy, but warm.
Step on the concrete road
The earth can't feel the weight of footsteps.
You can't hear the cry of the underground soul.
The stumbling tram broke through the noisy front.
Noise is a chorus without rhythm.
There are no fish in the rivers of this city.
The river has become a landscape in the eyes of the public.
Man has become an ignorant fish.
Swimming back and forth in the artificially created space
I don't know what to do.
Walk to the suburbs
The edge of the city
On the edge of the city
The high-flying rocker arm hoisted the metal structure.
There is almost no heroic conquest of colonization.
This is the city of the village
A village without a city
Can't see the green shadow
I can't see the squirrel swimming.
Scarecrow in the wheat field
The past is unbearable.
Nothing
Tourism has the name of leisure.
No one gives the soul a holiday anymore.
The empty shell curled up in the prescribed place.
Linear and square
Where else can you wander?
Where else can you see?
Step 2 happen
Any idea that germinates in April
No rhizome
Lack of trunk
Flowers in full bloom in steam.
Wandering in the air
The breeze is blowing.
Step 3 test
Mr. Wu sued his wife twenty years ago.
The wife of twenty years ago is just a woman now.
My wife left a boy twenty years ago.
Mr. Wu found that it was not his legacy.
Paternity test is like a bullet
Hit four people in the chest at a time
Who can easily own a car that is 20 years old?
Who can accept one in 20 years?
4. The size of market players
Fat and bloated
Not as good as others' nominal score
Does the soul still have weight?
5, suture surgery
A familiar woman lifted her skirt.
Staring at the crescent-shaped knife edge
I saw the beautiful scenery.
Gently fold to the plateau side wall.
Where the scarred wall rises.
Such an ecstatic ketone body
Scar is a kind of cruelty.
I no longer believe in pure sewing technology.
Time finally flows through the dark river bed.
6. The scenery on the bridge
A beautiful young woman leaned against the railing.
The sun caressed her bony back.
Every spasm of the joint
Stir the clothesline.
Her eyes caressed the flowing river.
The river doesn't seem to know her.
A policeman spoke to get her attention.
The other threw himself on the bridge.
Young woman's. Bones damaged the bridge deck.
The heartbreaking disturbed the soft sunshine.
7.sweet locust tree
In April, Sophora japonica is dancing sweetly in the trees.
I played chess with an old man with my back against the trunk.
A middle-aged man walked over with a red cloth and tied it.
Wallpaper knife's long pole was chopped hard.
Sophora japonica sings sweetly.
Sprinkle a sweet smile
Thin blade touches tears.
Sophora japonica smashed many sweet pits on the ground.
A pile of leisure shoes for the elderly with Sophora handles.
Give a shout.
He shook to the ground in surprise.
I caught a glimpse of the old man as white as snow.
It is dotted with a piece of dried Sophora japonica.
8. The wind sends dreams
A rare rainy day in April
There are a few oblique winds blowing past.
You suddenly burst into a melancholy dream.
You are an uninvited guest.
The rain came with a bang.
Even said hello.
The wind blows you through the wind.
The rain left your soul behind.
In a cloudy sky
You keep looking in the mud.
Which wet committee abandoned silk flower?
White as Snow
Don't pick it up.
Which desolate garland skeletons
You burned it all.
The wind didn't take you there?
Have you forgotten?
Your funeral
We followed your plan.
You chose all the portraits yourself.
The only difference is the banquet coming back from the funeral.
The power generation site is full of joy.
This is a lively activity.
It's like celebrating a holiday.
Most things in the world are like this.
You can't complain, can you?
9. There is dust everywhere
I always want dust.
Come to my feet
The dust blinded my ankle.
I will drag the dust forward.
Dust, can you leave some? Just a little.
Dust, take as much as you can.
Dust can't stop the sunshine in April.
Dust is embedded in the folds of the sun.
Settle down quietly
There is no dust on the lintel.
Hang out the guise of hospitality
But everyone will visit happily.
I don't think there is dust in the world.
Who gave us the last warmth?
Modern Poetry Song of April 2 April's Hometown
I never forget to go back to my hometown every spring.
fine drizzling rain
Awaken vilen's hope.
Childhood fields and green paths
Under the blue sky
Give off the smell of earth.
Hometown April cauliflower yellow
By the river at dawn
Layers of new green
Yang Liuzhi under the eaves of a farmhouse.
Goose yellow fragments
The drizzle and breeze in spring are unknown.
At the beginning of a sunny day, butterflies and bees are busy.
In the countryside in April, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
Far away from home.
I often dream.
Listen to the charming songs in my hometown.
In the criss-crossing crop fields
Cut you carefully with a pen
Beat the land of my hometown with songs
April in my hometown is my cordial yearning.
April, the song of April 3rd in modern poetry, is so painful.
April wind, melodious in the sunset.
But I can't get rid of my inner pain
I don't know, I don't know.
Some are lost, some are heavy.
Yesterday's smiles and voices
Why is it so cold today?
It's you, tired of the pain in the world
Or do you want to escape from this miserable life?
The laughter that filled my ears yesterday.
Why is it so quiet today?
It is you. You have seen enough of the scenery of this world.
Or, turn a Zen mind into a silent chanting?
I don't know.
I only know that my heart is very painful, very painful.
People, one scene in a lifetime.
Let a person, so sad.
The past is like a tide, and the heart is surging.
What a happy child you are.
I have been studying hard.
Always be full of respect for teachers.
Formed a long-term relationship between teachers and students
The past blowing in the wind, the precipitation of the city's memory.
A past that never dies.
How enlightened you used to be.
The pain of life caused by clouds and the laughter of clouds
Being a teacher and friend always keeps me in a good mood.
Life experience, fate belongs to fate.
Inadvertently, I grazed my shoulder.
How many passers-by are in a hurry
But this fate is too short and too sad.
Let the white-haired man give the black-haired man a lifetime.
Anyway, how do you pour out that feeling?
Three bows, how can you express pain and loss of grief?
April wind, don't be so sad.
The bustling bushes on that tree.
Will you see you off, too?
You left in such a hurry.
In a hurry, there is no time to say take care.
You are so at ease, parents for life.
You are so willing, your wife and daughter embrace each other.
God, earth, can you explain?
Although, you left in a hurry.
But I still want to say it.
You are a good student.
You are a mentor to students.
Let this April wind
Adopt our suggestions throughout.
Let this April bonus
Shake your bright smile.
See you off. Be careful all the way.