Poetry 1: small time and space
I dreamed in the red orange after the rain.
You look into my black and white eyes.
Clear rain marks.
Disappear in the distance of white clouds
The reflection is clear, and I hear you singing softly.
The scales of laughter hold up hope and sunset.
Tears in the misty rain at night.
The wet moonlight is with me.
Poetry 2: Well, we won't wander together again.
Well, we don't roam together anymore,
Kill this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword will wear out the scabbard,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love,
Soon, it's daylight again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer walk together.
Poetry 3: After Rain
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Conclusion: The above is a brief comment on the appreciation of modern poetry compiled by me, hoping to help you!