Selected passages from modern love poems 1: Sculpting emotions
one
Can't light it, you
Fluctuations in the body
Can't weigh yourself, you
How much tenderness is hidden in my heart
Like touching your arm.
But often hovering in the air.
Dare not lag behind
I can't feel your skin
How elastic will it be?
Look at the soft curves of the distant mountains.
Unable to judge, your ups and downs
How many twists and turns will there be?
two
Dreaming of you, coming out of the bathtub
Like a wisp of wheat wave
Put the emotion of the land
Vivid portrayal.
Baked white bread
More, satisfy my desire.
I pulled my pain out from under my ribs.
The suffering of this world
Enjoy with you
three
Always put away your emotions.
Put it on your head.
You're dressed like a rockhopper.
When eating hand-grabbed meat
Will eat the sheep bones very clean
I'm afraid I left a trace of meat.
Pure white bones
This is a finely crafted emotion.
Don't want to play with a stain
I don't want to go.
Let you lose, a trace
A clean and pure body
Selected poems of modern love 2: pets
I cheated on you and got emotional in your arms.
Without your concern
I became difficult to tame.
I lost my temper and broke the bowl.
The frightened voice sounded.
As if it were a mistake.
Drill around at your pace.
The same loneliness, helplessness
You put your arms around me.
Then touch my beard.
I just can't figure it out.
Why give me the shackles of love?
It's a burden to me.
Dependence on you
I feel pain.
Chain, water and food
This punishment, this love
Arouse the pain of my longing for freedom
Bad and good are the same language.
This is the only way I can do it.
You move the shadow, come out and call my name.
But I don't know why I'm hiding.
It was in the country of love.
I'm just your pet
You are all to me.
Selected poems of modern love 3: the life I once longed for
That year
You sit by the window.
I sat in the corner of the last row.
The sun shines on your face.
Warm and clear
Just like winter.
Dawn of dawn
The night warms the frozen heart.
What I once wanted
decade
Twenty years later
A weekend.
You sit on the balcony.
The sun shines on your face.
clarity
Migratory birds flying to the south
Newborn wheat field
Just like yesterday today.
I don't read.
I read you quietly.