Whether youth is gone or not, those days of laughing together have long been buried.
Will my efforts at this moment eventually go up in smoke, or will I be ridiculed?
Is the bird parked on the branch outside the window dead and no longer sings?
Do the clouds on the horizon change invisibly, just because of fear?
Will you abandon me cruelly regardless of my desperate retention and wailing?
Are cars shuttling through the streets like moving cages, imprisoning tired people?
Have you always been a big fool, but you try to pretend to be a smart person?
Have you forgotten who gave you a hug last time?
Whether I have never met tomorrow's sun, but I still crave the sunset.
Is everything illusory and a dream, and I am still immersed in it and refuse to wake up?
Is the promise as ridiculous as a clown, as ignorant as a fool, and as ruthless as time?
Do you think that your exit is a dead end, and you hit your head without hesitation.
Is the dream like a broken kite? Although people yearn for it, they can't catch it.
Does infinite possibility mean the end and no future?
When you cross the hill, you find that the person who once swore to each other has already fallen into the arms of others?
Will you still miss the old you and regret the stupid things you did?
Is there no road under your feet, but you have been walking?
Modern poetry ii. I should put your magnificent poems
Burn into pieces of heavy bricks.
Layers of fatigue covered my barren heart.
On a cold night
Tired of taking me swimming.
I should put your unpretentious luxury and enthusiasm
Into a rippling Amazon river
In my simple idea.
In a berry-like nutrient solution
The dryness after filling my tears
Should I leave you without hypocrisy and simplicity?
Rooted in vast Borneo.
Mark the map gently in your mind.
In the timely time difference
Let me travel through the chaos of time and space.
I should put your sincerity and unrestrained
Catalyzed into a gentle easterly wind
Sprouting gently in my casual sky
In view of the return of the north
Blow away the flowers after I irrigate loneliness
Can I, too?
In every clear and bright morning light
You are in that infinite fantasy or
On a rainy night
Weaving endless thoughts about you
Honey, can you touch me?
This season is too sentimental.
Fate is like a floating paper boat.
The swaying warm wind in spring
Connect into a block
Carrying my heavy memories.
Devouring fragile souls.
Honey, can you touch me?
Flowers and plants are in full bloom
Curled up in the stamens to sleep.
sparkling dewdrops
Wrapped in all my thoughts
Weave into bundles
Sketch my warm love.
Honey, can you touch me?
The sunshine is still warm.
The figure is stained with loneliness.
Yesterday's journey
Beat my affection
Freeze into groups
Make a bright picture.
Honey, can you touch me?
Silence, quietness, contradictions revealed.
Indescribable cold
It's like two people standing opposite each other.
You love me, and I love you.
You kissed my lips and I kissed your face.
Heart and body seem to be separated by the border of a world.
Whether modern poem 4 is about the boy, he is in his prime.
Regarding the old man, he has experienced many hardships.
Stories about boys and old people.
Wild geese fly south, and the leaves wither. In this season, all you want to keep is life.
What's wrong with you, old man? Actually, I don't know, but I know it's disability.
The life of the old man is becoming unbearable.
The delay of medicine gradually turned into futility.
How long has it been since I visited the old man? Yes 1 7 days a week 168 hours 10080 minutes 604800 seconds.
I want to see it, but I dare not go. Timid
I don't know what to say. I don't know if he remembers me.
In previous visits, he always looked up at me vaguely and didn't know who I was.
When you came to see me later, you were lying in bed.
I'm afraid you will really give up everything and leave.
The old house, cigarette butts and wells in the house, and the family who once lived.
Yes, you can't be so handsome, then everything is your treasure.
Once, I asked you to live in a new house many times, but you refused.
The new house is too noisy. Is that so?
Or even more reluctant in your heart.
You like talking to me about your past. It is very hard.
There are often times when I feel bored. Then blurt it out and perfunctory.
You like smoking in the afternoon. You used to seem to be able to play chess, and your body was always full of thick.
This book is very elegant. Now that I think about it, most of the things I didn't want to remember before have been forgotten.
These days, I am still very calm. The sense of powerlessness buried in the bottom of my heart will only twitch at night.
Grandpa, I know you will be on the other side. Guard your treasure.
Is "Modern Poetry 5" really listening to the cry of missing alone? Why are those memories buried in dreams re-printed in my mind?
I see, but I never forget. ......
Loneliness has been with me for a long time, and you broke it today.
You dragged me there before I could turn around.
Where is this? Why is it so familiar? ......
The dream that I once woke up and forgot was not illusory, but really came today.
I've been here countless times,
Just to find you again and again. ......
Dreams are more emotional than reality,
He read my mind over and over again,
Send me again and again when I miss you.
I've been looking for that familiar figure,
But I can't find it every time,
Wake up with regret.
The dream is afraid that I will be sad,
So I kept my memory for a while,
I never knew. ......
Until today,
Actually, you brought me here,
Strangely enough,
You and I have the same dream. ......
You said the same thing to me. ......
I suddenly understood,
It turns out that we have always lived in each other's hearts.
This is fate ... playing a big joke on us.
He said, let's find each other's dreams by ourselves. ......
At this moment,
I just realized,
You, for me,
I just missed it.
Do you know whether modern poetry is English now?
Since I came to Lucheng in the south of the Yangtze River,
Because I have you in my heart
I began to become so gentle.
In the paradise of lovesickness
Often because I can't find you.
My heart became uneasy.
In this way, I can only
Miss alone
Ying, when the moon and stars rise.
Nobody knows.
What mood am I in now?
The wind blows your long hair and eyes.
Blow into my lonely thoughts
Extension and extension.
Lonely night
Nothing can pass through my shadow.
English, a silent person.
Sitting in a dream at night
Missing is my only voice.
Just as I was about to turn around.
You grab my hand,
I hope this dream will never wake up.
But you know what? This is just a dream.
It is being staged in Kunshan for countless nights.
Ying, you brought me from Hubei to Jiangnan.
But tonight,
I was drowned in
In the choppy thoughts
Besides talking to loneliness
I still have acacia as my companion.
Do you feel this kind of loneliness?
Even in a noisy market,
The crowd was bustling in front of us,
You will still forget those white days and nights,
Forget all the countries in heaven and earth?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even in spring,
Flowers are swaying in front of me,
You still only see green, fat, red and thin,
Only to see all the paths covered with dead leaves?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even in infinite tenderness,
Singing and dancing in front of my eyes,
You still let your heart sleep,
Let yourself live up to its moments of beauty?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even in picturesque places,
In front of you,
You still only like to keep your eyebrows down,
Just fall in love with the lonely way home outside the fireworks city?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you have a direction guide,
And superhuman understanding,
But you still don't want to get out of the fog that hangs over you?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you have all the power,
There are also eight parties to help.
But you still choose to go alone?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you have been in love for many years,
There are also storms,
But you, or just want to seize the nothingness of happiness?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you have a crush on each other,
There are also running water bosom friends,
But you still feel like you have a thousand words to say.
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you can win the bet,
Can have a beautiful home,
Finally, do you want another curtain call?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you can stand in the ideal angle,
Can be rational and sober, never confused,
Finally, you still don't care about the pursuit of reality?
Do you have such loneliness,
Even if you can unload the burden,
You can bypass the mountains and rivers,
In the end, do you still let yourself be trapped silently?
Wen Yumei solo dance
Whether the modern poem 8 walks over mountains and waters,
Dreams turn a thousand times,
Mood is a winding silk thread,
Are inextricably linked.
Time is running out,
As the years passed,
Youth is fleeting,
More than twenty years later,
Hongyan passed the book,
Become a distant past.
Do you think of me occasionally?
The sea is vast,
No money to save your footprints,
Close at hand, eyes illuminate your city.
Years later,
Starlight and moonlight,
Forget the past attachment,
Whether the mountain will not turn into water,
A winding stream,
Took away distant memories,
Whether, on a moonlit night,
The wind blows through the corner,
Through the sigh of the window lintel,
Your heart is echoing,
Opened a long memory.
Do you think of me occasionally?
Flowers in spring fill the garden,
The lingering fragrance in your eyes,
This is my blooming face,
Tears of summer rain,
That wisp of flying dust,
There are traces of our walk,
Autumn with maple leaves dyed red,
The tenderness in your arms,
This is my dream.
Today, many years later,
Blinking eyes,
Trembling with palpitations,
Drifting in the snow,
The wind whispered across his forehead,
Do you think of me occasionally?
Whether tomorrow will come after this rainy night.
Do travelers still have to go?
Is the strange city no longer strange?
Whether that distant figure still makes me unforgettable.
Whether youth is gone or not, I have nowhere to put it.
Do those memories of my youth still haunt me?
Ten years have passed, has she come to an end?
Is it the road ahead or the twists and turns?
Whether you and I in the song have already forgotten the past.
Have we disappeared into the sea of people before?
Can the brush of youth not describe the present?
Aren't you and I going back to the beginning now?
Will memory always be a lamp in our hearts?
Tired, can you stay for a while?
Did we grow up in the changes of spring, summer, autumn and winter?
Have you grown up and stopped tangling and cutting the feelings that are still confusing?
Are you still safe in your mind?
Do I remember that I don't want the future?
Whether Modern Poetry 10 Text: Xizi
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Behind every delightful love.
There must be a sad secret.
If love is from the heart.
Pain will go deep into the soul.
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Something that makes you happy and smile.
One day it will break your heart and intestines.
And your heart at the moment
But it has been silent, and it is too painful to speak.
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There is a sense of strangeness.
Instead of blurting out goodbye
It makes people feel cold and determined.
More unaffordable
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Inexplainable harm
Inexplainable pain
With the passing back
The happiness of that moment will never be found again.
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Whose tears annihilated a wild memory?
Sneak back at night when no one is around.
Found in my inner diary
Still hiding the sadness of that place at that time.
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Everyone has a bloody scar in his heart.
No smile.
You can cover it up.
Every rainy day will suddenly erupt.
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The cost of growth
Is to forget one thing silently, or even throw it away.
Believe in today's injury.
I will teach you another kind of understanding and cherish in the future.
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The river of love sometimes runs fast.
Sometimes it's as quiet as water.
Gone forever.
What exactly did you take with you?
What precious things will you leave behind?
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Is it too beautiful to meet?
There will always be a regrettable ending.
At that time, the ship of light crushed the fragile years.
Our wrinkles are engraved with the prosperity of that era.
It was still the desolation of that time.