Canyue tried to escape.
Ask the weeping autumn wind
Have you abandoned my heart?
Autumn waters are like eyes.
The lost loneliness wants to run.
Ask the withered companion
Have you lost your leisurely pace?
The wind is clear and the clouds are light.
I want to slip away if I can't catch it.
Ask the cruel facts
Have you abandoned the temptation of flowers?
Gentle and speechless
Bing Xin wants to cry in the dark.
Indifferently asked the jumping candlelight.
Have you swallowed up the original innocence?
no way back
Your betrayed heart wants to laugh.
Ask my love
Will you return your plundered heart?
Wandering in the rainy night
That sad self-deception wants to burn
Ask naked sadness
Have you put away your dusty soul?
Modern Poetry: Question 2: I stand under a deciduous tree and ask autumn.
Why are you so ignorant of poetry and painting?
Look, the leaves you blew have left you.
Do you know how many tears they have in their hearts?
Qiu smiled.
It tells me
This is to keep their lives going.
Don't blow them into the wind
How do they get back to the matrix?
I stood in the harvested field and asked Qiu.
Why are you so cruel?
Look, you've bent the ears of rice.
Do you know how painful they will be?
Qiu smiled.
It tells me
This is the harvest season.
Don't carry heavy packages.
How to spend that cold winter?
I stood in the post of life and asked Qiu.
Why do you come back to my life every year?
Listen, if you don't come back, I won't be gray-haired
Qiu smiled.
It tells me
This is to remind you in the years.
We should cherish every minute of happiness.
No time has passed.
How can you taste the ups and downs of the world?
I won't ask Zhou again
I finally understand.
Everything has a beginning and an end.
Where there is prosperity, there is decline.
If it weren't for the rush of time
I will not cherish my life as much as I do now.
Modern Poetry: Question 3 1
What blue sky is worth looking up to?
What other white clouds can float?
What other air is filtered?
What shadow disappeared?
What kind of language can you keep?
What other flowers can I smoke?
Where else can you rest?
What other grasses are exciting?
What dirt is that in your hand?
What other seedlings are carefully cared for?
What else is a clear stream?
What pastoral is poetry?
two
What other fish are making out underwater?
What other reeds are free and easy in the wind
Which other boatmen are singing?
What other children are running wild?
What other village girls are simply shy?
Who else shouted rudely?
What other beautiful women are busy with the years?
What else does Uncle Han have with an old smoker?
What other customs are there on the threshold?
What other enough papers change seasons?
What kerosene lamps are there to welcome guests from afar?
What else is burning a knife that bothers the story?
three
What is more attractive than money?
What could be more gentle than a text message?
What could be more incompetent than unemployment?
What could be more aggressive than reality?
What other dreams are happening?
What other chaos is stopping?
What other families are separating by agreement?
What conscience is spontaneous awakening?
What is the utility of collapse?
What belief is vanity?
What goodness returns to humanity?
What's the promise to keep this life?
Modern Poetry: Question 4: I want to get a kiss from you, but I keep asking.
Write a love letter for you,
Write down my love for you.
I don't know if you are stupid or stupid.
Always makes me laugh and cry.
Want your kiss,
Always asking,
Find the door to your heart,
But I didn't know it was already my home.
I'm stupid, I'm stupid,
Yeah, I didn't know you were always by my side,
Your maturity, my naivety,
Makes us feel like we exist.
I'm too headstrong,
Occasionally presumptuous,
Always take everything for granted,
You are a great grandmother,
Always patient,
I always feel that everything about me can be transformed.
Am I too cute or do you not love at all?
All my flashes seem blurred,
Do you want to be more frustrated or give up?
Two people in love need tacit understanding.
Without her, he always wants to
In the days without her, he has been thinking that maybe after he is drunk, he really won't have sober thoughts and sadness, and maybe he can dance with her in the clouds after he is drunk. Maybe when he is drunk, he can hold her hand with tears in his dreams, and the words of * * * leave love. Maybe he won't feel a trace of sadness when he is drunk, but he is wrong.
Modern poetry: Q 5 is measured by fireworks,
Length of hand circulation.
In a hurry,
Faded white hair in the mirror,
Life in the mountains and seas in the clear autumn,
The flowers scattered with laughter.
Handsome and handsome fan,
Relying on the distant future,
I've waited a thousand times,
Shadows sink,
Not as smooth as bluebird.
Go behind my back,
I forgot, I forgot the unbearable sunset.
This beautiful mountain is full of water.
When will you come back, with bright spring and warm winter flowers?
The sun and the moon shine on my way,
I went backwards in the dark.
Go behind my back,
I have been in Lacrimosa all my life.
I heard the sound of plums,
I can't see the snow dancing,
Who knows my late footsteps,
Hidden in an infinite corner.
Finally,
Dust to dust, dust to dust.
But how to ask,
The fate of an affair?
I forgot, actually, I was crazy.
It was the shadow of the wind that told me,
The sky beyond the sky is still the sky.
Tears will still leave a heart mark.
I can't keep up with life,
Had to sit and watch the sea,
Then the wind and waves hit.
Silence in the noise,
I saw the sound of dripping water.
I marvel at this charm,
The original scenery of Hongda
I always turn a blind eye.
But the purity of this drop of water
Burn the dusty heart forever.
As a result, Yin and Yang have a slight breath.
Six realms, messy footprints.
Maybe not you,
Whose secret is urging me to sleep?
Hua Qing Du Fei
I yearn for it, and I am confused.
Finally, I found the mark of life.
Come quietly, go quietly.
I drive away the smell of water.
I can't drive it if I look at it all my life.
I can't explain the cause and effect of meeting you.
Soul trembling,
Touch the mountains and rivers,
The Declaration of Chasing for Nine Days with Life
Seeing you guarding the dust,
Come with a promise
Whose lovesickness and regret do you bear?
Gave me so much wind, thunder and rain.
Yan Zhen Nan Zhu, Xuan Er Yao Ying.
Residual feelings and flowers
I still whitewash the years in my life.
You gave me a dream, and I gave you a shirt with tears.
Far away, Qin Chu, Viet Nam.
Heartbroken.
I looked at the shore ahead,
Who sits on the purple mountain, who wets the fan?
It's just a lingering song.
A flute is broken.
The mountains are in love with the peaks, the clouds are far away, and the sky is blue.
It is better to play a pair of kites than to get to know each other.
What a pity!
Yunfu Wan Li Hua Xie Chang Tianlun's number
When will the reunion last forever?
The ups and downs of life
Day after day.