But I can't find my soul
It hides in a corner of the night.
Open your eyes alone
Listen to the nightingale.
Lose body and soul
And a soulless body
Who's who? Who is it?
just come back
My master
Please don't take your body as a burden.
You are free to come in and out.
I won't lock you out again.
It also allows you to bring back butterflies.
Bring back deciduous leaves
Please don't leave again.
I saw it. ...
You're naked.
Like a naked child
Feathers are flying in the void.
Swaying in the moonlight breeze
You change your old silence.
Keep repeating a Sanskrit sentence
Prajna paramita ...
my heart
You must have found a home.
Come and say goodbye to me.
Who touched your heartstrings?
It is so decisive.
I only ask one thing.
As I close my eyes.
You must stand in front of me
Back to modern poetry 2 on that day
Everything is as noisy as ever.
I still heard it.
The broken sound of love
This season changes silently.
I can't smell your fragrance anymore.
Wandering on familiar streets again and again.
Familiar figures appear in fantasy.
Young men and women
Emerald youth
Nostalgia played down lip prints.
The square is still lively.
I've lost you ever since.
the hardships of travel
Love and hate all the way.
That kind of anxiety is a matter of gain and loss.
That kind of indulgence is called tears dripping from the heart.
Getting drunk is a heartbreaking clink.
Waking up is a heartbreaking dream before dawn.
How to go home
How to go home
The square is still lively.
I've lost you ever since.
Back to Modern Poetry 3 My Heart
With wings.
Starting from the end of the world
Spread your wings and go back to your hometown.
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My body
Running in the mountains and rivers
Endless sorrow
Along the direction of the heart
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Your smile
I am still kind.
I come home from school.
What you see.
Leave me on the side of the mountain.
Stay in the scenery
Guard firmly
Solidify your thinking time.
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Ask Kirmizi
Motherly love is the greatest.
Burn yourself.
For the growth of children
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Cold winds and too much rain ―― bad weather.
Blow up your graveyard at will
I can't add clothes to you.
Choke with shame
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Where my heart goes home.
Hometown full of ghosts and dreams
Mother's quiet hill
There must be flowers turning into oceans.
Stay away from the return of your son
Mom was heartbroken waiting.
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I came back to you.
You are quiet.
Help the old house
Guard hope
Think of me.
Read my birth name
Think of me.
Think of me.
Postscript: When I heard that Man Jiang returned, the sad melody coincided with my sad mood that I was about to go to my mother's grave at the moment. While humming "Never-ending Return" in a broken voice, I am full of guilt of "not being filial to my parents" and nostalgia of "not going back to the past". I filled in the lyrics according to the melody of Return and finished it for my mother. My son will come to see you tomorrow.
Back to modern poetry 4. I have been to the ends of the earth, and young people are ambitious.
Learn how to learn in the morning and practice books and compositions at night.
Talent is like a spring, and writing is superior.
More than 0/00 poems/kloc, pouring out feelings.
Thirty thousand dishes, in exchange for a living.
This was repeated for eight years.
The teenager is gone, and the beard is getting dusty.
Going to the bottom of the family, the walls are bleak.
No one asked if it was cold at night, but it was precious when it was cold.
Where are today's lovers? Single at the age of 18.
I woke up suddenly, and there were very few old friends in different places.
If he doesn't go home, Yu Qiao will visit his neighbor's house.
Everything is difficult outside, but everything is close at home.
No, Zhuge will try his best.
If you don't seek fame, you are as comfortable as the Tang Priest.
Taibai went out of Shu and entered Wuling.
It's all because of dreams, and it's all because of who you are.
Life is short and things are dangerous.
Cherish youth and swallow it alone.
Do not seek the immortal way, do not seek the door of wealth.
Where did my heart go? Don't want to be a crowd.