Modern Poetry and Love Poetry 1: Love Crossing
Know her in this early autumn dusk.
The sunset glow is still bathed in the gorgeous afterglow of clouds.
Nodded, she walk on by beside me.
The rest is a faint fragrance.
Jojo
Charming embroidery, willow leaves and cicadas
Slim and elegant
A small duckweed in the water.
Thoughts are slowly stripped off in daily narratives.
Complex in each other's greetings gently close.
Never seen it, in a trance.
I saw her looking relaxed in the autumn morning light.
Never heard of it. In a dreamland.
But I heard her whisper in the starry sky at night.
Through peace
It is the ripple of autumn lake spring water.
Crossing distance
That is the surging sky where maple leaves fall.
Hold hands slowly in your daily thoughts.
Kissing is colorful in the inner expectation.
Modern Poetry Love Poetry 2: Lovers in Love
Couples snuggled up against the bridge fence,
Men's umbrellas cover women's shoulders,
A woman holds a man's waist and shoulders,
Smile face to face,
Whisper in a low voice,
Pedestrians stopped to look back,
Envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.
Modern Poetry Love Poetry 3: My Heart, Your Acacia
My heart,
Gone with the wind,
Like a drizzle in the singing of birds,
Floating across the blurred mountain villa, flying over the gentle grass.
Live in a story that doesn't belong to you.
Don't be disappointed,
Don't hesitate,
Don't melt your thoughts into a drop of sadness,
Lonely in a secluded path.
......
I think,
Sori mumbled something on my lips,
Soli chills your heart.
In the face of your innocence, I have nothing to say.
It's just that beauty is still graceful in the body.
Gurgling blood, twittering life,
Take my leisurely soul cruising.
My beauty lives in absolute love,
Laughing and laughing in my hallucinations,
But I lost track of time,
I forgot about you too.
Time is getting old and my beauty is gone.
I don't have time to tell you,
When I wanted to tell you,
But I have no face to tell you,
You can only fold the plane with cloud-like paper,
Into your dreams.
Your dream is too wet,
A plane like a cloud broke its wings,
Slowly the blur disappeared.
......
No,
My heart,
It will never fly into your acacia again.