The night once gave me strength.
Now, now.
I had to silently agree with my confusion.
Never suffered from you.
Because there is no reason to meet.
At such a crossroads where dilemmas meet.
Whether it's conforming to nature
Or for the so-called variety show?
Reasons not to waste time.
I don't know how to face it.
An oath made for a former teenager
good night
You have continued my sadness and cowardice.
You know, you can't help but see everything I expect?
Leave a ruthless figure.
good night
You use the net of time to catch it.
My optimism and my emotional reasons
You will know eventually.
How will I finally leave?
Go to those beautiful things again.
With cowardly mourning
Once again, helplessly
Walk into your arms with a heavy oath
silent
Calm down. I'm restless
night
You are my happy harbor.
This is the reason why I sleep.
Suddenly calm down
Only then can I understand what I am pursuing too much.
The surge of vanity and love
Pushing me away from reason and truth again and again.
After finally hitting the wall
Touch his scarred face
I can't forget the figure of leaving firmly.
I may still not give up.
Maybe I can only watch you choose to be confused.
Ignore an oath
Modern poetry at night deceived me for two nights.
Let me sleep.
The train is waiting for you to gallop in the dream.
Try hard, but I can't get rid of it.
Just because your steps are in a hurry
The coconut wine and shells you brought back.
Sunshine and the beach.
In the late autumn night, the birds are very quiet.
fallen leaves
I can only chase in the dark.
Breakfast; Early; In the early days; shift to an earlier time
What can I do for you?
It's just a steaming cup of soybean milk.
I took out all the coins.
What can I do for you?
Just use your hands to protect the temperature.
I am a barren mother.
What can I do for you?
Is to let you wait in the cold wind
Just because there is a belief.
A cup of soybean milk
From a Place of Darkness
Irrigation of mother river
Kid! on hand
erect
uncomfortable
I don't want to dream.
I don't want to be in the daytime
Don't want to see a noisy quarrel
I don't want to see a dispute between right and wrong.
Still coming.
Indifferent between black and white
No, after my morning exercise.
No, after I send my children to school.
There is a kind of depression.
There is a kind of depression.
A calm day
the sunny day
No smoke curled up.
There is no clear Sanskrit.
Enjoy this quiet morning.
uncomfortable
wheel
Gallop, gallop
A mixture of cars and people.
The manic city began to twitch inexplicably.
Gather, quarrel
Let the passion run out
Wheels, shuttle in the city.
It's only a moment from warmth to wyndell dichinson.
First aid, shout
Let the home stop beating.
Still whistling
Still arguing
Come on, come on.
The wind roared past the wheels.
With the curse of the night.
Who has balls?
Start (a disease)
Aspirin
Come on, my friend.
I have a lot of aspirin here.
I'm a manufacturer.
It's an intermediary drug dealer, a public hospital
This is a clinic facing the street.
Really, if necessary.
I can give it to you anytime.
Let your madness slowly disappear
Let your feverish temperature drop.
At night
I can't bear to see you.
See you screaming in the dark.
Come on! friend
I have too many aspirin here.
Waiting for you, welcome.
I don't want them to rot.
I need someone with a high fever.
Because I am a profiteer.
Don't refund your money if you have a high fever.
albumen
I know you have exhausted your strength.
I know you have a high fever and talk a lot of nonsense.
Come on, I've prepared soybean milk for you.
I really can't, and there is egg white.
Protein with increased nutrition
A cup of soybean milk
Just a poor mother
10 gram of protein can make treacherous drug dealers rich.
Until you burn to the brink of collapse.
You know, you're crazy enough to make a fortune on drug dealers.
No problem.
Start (a disease)
The hospital is waiting for you and the community clinic is waiting for you.
It doesn't matter if you don't drink poor mother's soybean milk.
It doesn't matter if protein doesn't lie to drug dealers.
Not to mention the old mother far away.
Tremble, cry
worry about you
Modern night poems iii. Did you get lost in the dark?
Like a kite with a broken thread
Lost the last line of strength
Are you strong alone in the tragedy?
Like wild flowers under a cliff
be intoxicated with self-satisfaction
Do you always fall down when you run?
Empty as death.
Only helpless sadness.
Do you try to fly in the blue dome?
Toward the distant place in your heart.
No one asked for details along the way.
Maybe you saw the dawn and got hit in the head.
Maybe you left the port and suddenly there was a big wave.
Maybe you spread your wings and your eyes are blurred.
Maybe you take a step and go longer and longer.
Spring buds break ground, and snow is hard to stop.
Drops of water wear away stones, and time passes.
Towering ancient trees have a hundred years of vicissitudes.
If you have an ideal, why are you afraid of the distance?
Stand firm and face life.
Save strength to ride the wind and waves
Even if it gives off a faint light.
You will also find your own treasure.
Modern poetry in the dark night is so beautiful in four nights.
The temptation of black shows so many beautiful lights and stars.
The breeze by the river, the feeling of touching the skin, is so comfortable,
Heart, slightly comfortable. ...
Facing the beautiful lights by the river,
It seems that there is a feeling of happiness in my heart.
This feeling reminds me of someone.
Life is alive, why so tired?
Happiness, as long as we work hard, is what?
Find someone who loves each other and grow old with his son, and it's not a waste of this life.
I don't know why you say the world is dirty and realistic.
But I know that everyone has different ideas.
I have no right to change your opinion, but I have the right to disagree.
Although there are too many hidden rules in this society, so what?
As long as we face it frankly, I believe those boring rules will eventually change.
I just want to be a teacher and teach my students well.
Live a plain and happy life.
Although the road of life is bumpy,
But there is a day to go on the hard road.
As long as we persist, don't give up and don't give up, we will overcome great difficulties.
In fact, on the hard road, there are memories and processes.
All we have to do is cherish today.
The sky by the river is so beautiful,
Some people say that when a meteor crosses the sky, the wish will come true.
I don't know, facing the stars all over the sky,
Whether my wish can come true.
Modern Poetry of the Night 5 Please let me get lost in the darkness alone.
I want to be quiet. Very quiet. Quiet to stillness.
Then I won't be heartbroken. I won't get lost. Don't think too much.
God: Why does my time pass so slowly?
God: Why can't my life be shortened?
God: Why don't you take away my sadness? Why do you leave me alone?
Too much sadness to tell.
I endure the loneliness brought by the night alone.
I'm the one who suffers from family rejection.
Who can tell me. How should I live my life?
There are scars on the wrist. Repeated cutting day after day.
Every time I cut it, I was thinking. What else do I have?
Quietly curled up in a corner. Quiet listener's sad song.
Quietly watching the wound bleed slowly.
I smiled. Because I only use pain to paralyze my loneliness. Afraid.
I'm afraid of the dark. But I chose to sit with the lights off.
Because only fear can keep me awake at night.
Because. I want to see a quiet me in the dark. Can't anyone touch him?
Always with my doll. It is broken.
But I can't bear to throw it away. Because. Only it can listen to my pain quietly.
Because. If it is abandoned. It will also be very painful. I'm afraid it's just like I can't give others warmth.
I'm afraid it thinks it won't have any more relatives.
I won't leave it.
Dim lights. Pale words. Quiet dolls and lonely me tell a sad life.
A forced smile hurts my heart. ...
A little lonely
A little sad
Each other's steps
Different starting points
distant view
But it's confusing ...
Once, beautiful moments were condensed into far-fetched.
Nowadays, a short gaze has become a luxury.
When tears flow into my heart.
When the smile becomes reluctant
Why are you looking?
Lost my way. ...
Modern Poetry in the Night 6 Me in the Night
A prelude to rain.
It kept raining at night,
You can only see the bright spot through the window,
That voice is very annoying,
That voice is joy,
How important your environment is,
We are laughing, and so is the rain.
We are crying and the rain is crying.
A prelude to the wind.
The wind can't blow in the light,
But still insist in the dark,
Static closed glass window,
Stop all hope,
Sometimes you can't get through,
But standing outside the window,
Appreciate everything in the window,
Sometimes choices can only be passive.
The end of the storm.
Dawn doesn't come for darkness,
The arrival of darkness will be the prelude to dawn.
The modern poem 7 of the night came to this world with the most beautiful hope.
In this colorful and complicated world of mortals,
It is often inevitable to be attacked at night.
Surrounded by darkness,
Along the rugged road,
If there were no words,
How can one see the stars and the future in this world?
How can I continue to breathe smoothly in the thin black sea?
How can I secretly stand on the street and look at my lanky back? ...
The modern poem 8 at night sends you away at that moment.
My heart is broken.
Cool all your enthusiasm.
Do you know how much I hate it?
Just looking for a corner
Can bear too much helplessness.
It's suddenly strange to us.
Maybe only silence can let go.
Want to forget your thick eyebrows
Want to forget your square face
Pray to god to stop counting.
How many thoughts have I cut off?
The lonely world is empty.
Memories are flooding here.
Do you feel cold?
Can you wait for me to have a look?
It's my fault that I missed you.
When tears rush.
I realized how fragile I was.
Never want to open my eyes again
Please stay away from me.
I don't want you to see my sadness.
Feel on tiptoe.
The endless sky
This is not the result I want.
Messed up the lost calendar
Nobody can stop me from crying.
Put away the blacklist
Pretend nothing happened.
Turn around smartly
Pack your bags and sing.
Let the darkness engulf me
Tick tock tick tock
It's the time.
Tick tock tick tock
Those are tears.
Tick tock tick tock
Seikkala Niskala
Tick tock tick tock
More and more far
I can't understand your indifference.
Alienate your tomorrow.
A friend, how are you?
Too bad you'll never hear it again.
Tick tock tick tock
Rain hits tile eaves
Tick tock tick tock
Infiltrate into the deep heart
Tick tock tick tock
Remote response and remote call
Tick tock tick tock
Who is sighing?
Tick at night
Constant sound
Poetry of Modern Night 9 In winter, the night comes very hard.
I was knocked unconscious before I could dodge.
Eyes became ornaments, conspiring with the night.
I only heard the gurgling river flowing like tears.
There is no moon, no stars and no lights.
All the coordinates are out of balance.
When he is helpless, the president will sigh.
If you say it, it will freeze into ice strings.
My heart is so kind, just like a baked sweet potato.
Sweet to others, but the body is pinched.
Tolerance is not a panacea for all diseases.
The distance between night and day is not only time and space.
Slowly, the center of the earth became cold.
Even the strength to complain is gone.
I'm afraid of being swallowed up by the night.
Curled up, longing for a spark.
Modern Poetry in the Night 10 Everything is asleep.
I finally don't have to force myself.
Secretly open your eyes.
Go on a date with yourself
I crossed my eyes with golden light.
I'm looking forward to meeting myself I've never met before.
My face, my painting
And my vague wishes
Love, actors, stage
live forever
It's all in my sight.
Debate with me
Even cameras that we can't avoid.
No longer appear in my sight.
How happy I am.
I want to praise you sincerely.
You gave me this.
A chance to talk to yourself.