The Wind Passes Silent Modern Poetry 1
The thin wind is like the weak breath in the patient's mouth
On the long, narrow and damp ancient road
On the spiritual platform where souls and lives have fallen
This wind is wrapped in pain
Like a mute poet whispering
Revealing the withered and yellow characters
< p> Searching in the ancient villageFrom the wooden sign buried at the end of the village
Peeping into the secrets of many years ago
On this day, the happy people in the world< /p>
They all have the same tragic fate
Growing up on the top of the snow-capped mountains, on the embankment of the Yangtze River
The blood in the body is uneasy
In the dying years In the words
Immortal stories of every era are recorded
The pouring rain came from the early morning
Wanderers in this land
God sheds His tears on the fields
In the youthful years
In the old wrinkles
What I and the world have seen
They all belong to the same mood
Ending the sadness, in many peaceful dreams
In a world connected by memories
We are travelers who forget about loneliness
In one person's taciturnity
Begging for a name related to the past
In the tiles that do not drip rain Under the eaves
Silent bells in the distance
Moving forward is the most suitable story for the years Wind Passing Silent Modern Poetry 2
The Singing River
p>Swimming through the depressed soul
Colorful butterflies on the street
Chasing the coming and going of clouds
The wind has faded the rich emerald green
Swaying the powerless and bustling scenery
The world begins to fall leaves
The sun also travels
Through the cold rain
< p> Even the fingertips have a little more frostIn such a season
The soft yellow is sprinkled on the ground
The clouds intersect the time
You are closer yet further away
The wind is supported by youth
The night is longer and shorter
The last piece in the cold wind Autumn leaves are floating on the south wall
The sunlight prints red on the ground
The wind swings the dusk
Look at this scene that will not fade
Counting another annual ring
A familiar street to strangers
Lost my words
Coming and going
Listen to the wind sing with heavy details
Simple and steady expectations are flowing
Then, let this wind wake you up from your hasty look back
Your appearance has never been Lost
The wind whispers silently
Everything is never the same as before
The stories are constantly updated
Those who love and gain and lose Why is the entanglement still performing