The Walking Dead
Be attached to the soul
Numb eyes
Fall into the clouds
Tiny dust
But gone with the wind
Has been dead for a long time.
Life falls into a dry well.
But can't bewitch tears.
Accidentally insist on
Rub in a grain of sand.
Iron deficiency in life
The heart is as hard as stone.
I love you
The beard stung my face.
Sliding pomegranate skirt
Fall to the ground and sink under the action of gravity
Cann't get out of the forest
Chaos is closer to the tombstone.
Live in hypocrisy
Like people made of plants.
turn on the TV
Like a program.
man and nature
Perceptual animal
Teach me how to be a man.
Poet's exclamation
Hanging the soul on the treetops of poetry
Hit hard
Tears of pain fall on white paper.
Shine the hot spot of life
A man carved out of poetry
You may be a poem.
Poetry is not all about you.
what is love ?
Love is a clear spring in the desert;
what is love ?
Love is a light in the darkness;
what is love ?
Love is a cup of thick milk in winter afternoon.
You say, love melts like snowflakes,
I said, love is like the sun hanging forever.
You said that love is hard to feel in daily life,
I said, love permeates every moment of ordinary life.
Love in life is everywhere,
That cup of hot milk, save those words,
That stern look, that sentence,
Parents love, teachers love, students love,
Family love, friends love.
Love is like coffee, with endless aftertaste;
Love is everywhere like air.
Understanding of modern poetry. Miss dusk and dawn, tears fall like spring rain.
Everyone has had dreams, joys and sorrows.
When I was young, I thought of my lover, simple and beautiful.
The ideal couple comes from classic legends. There are also many people who appreciate each other and become partners in life.
It suddenly occurred to me that when I was young, I had a lot of ideas and a vision for a better future.
Sort it out with the fragments of memory for the time being and write a few words that you don't like intermittently.
This kind of heart is not chaotic. So calm and enlightened.
The past is like looking at flowers in the fog.
The veil is hazy.
I seem to remember, but I have forgotten.
Young people with weak crowns in memory
Appear shy and elegant
I often scoop water and dance swords by the river.
Reading Taibai poems downstairs in Qingfeng Pavilion
Spring and March are like a beautiful flower.
Butterfly dancers fly slowly in spring.
Spring is just what people want.
The ancient road is clear and clear.
We met here.
You have become my lifelong confidant.
The breeze is blowing in your face, and you have many gestures.
I am intoxicated by your beauty.
Destined to live without regrets.
Travel far and wide, reward each other and comfort loneliness.
After separation, get together and raise money alternately.
Get drunk in the right place.
Who cares about dusk and sunset?
I don't need to say anything when I wake up.
You are quiet in every corner.
Just like the bright moon in the sky, the light is cold.
I am a thirsty desert.
You are the legend of Qingquan Desert.
Our story haunts me all my life.
Like flowers, like dreams, like a mill.
So time flies.
So the wind and rain passed by.
With you, my heart is not lonely.
Drinking in the moonlight
Didn't sing the geometry of life
You are the most beautiful flower in my heart.
You are a glass of pure wine.
Let me get drunk all my life
Leave fragrance after drinking.
What is the sorrow of long years and short feelings between people?
Acacia without friends is the most heartbreaking.
Hold your gentle hand and look into your eyes.
I saw eternity.
I saw the end of time.
In this way, we work hard to live this life together.
Stay green until the mountains are green.
What do you want from Yuan Meng's life?
Looking back at the misty rain, the bright moon shines on China.
When the peaches bloom next year.
An old couple planted flowers with short hoes.
Poetry and wine at dusk and sunset
Smile like sunset glow.
In this life, you don't have it.
Feel Modern Poetry 4 Another Air Crash
Feel the fragility of life again
One by one, fresh life glides among the clouds like white clouds.
With longing for a better life
Desire for survival and attachment to family.
As the sun sets.
I wonder if I will be reborn with the dawn of tomorrow.
But in this world, I can't hear the call of my relatives anymore.
Can't feel gentle touch and intimate whisper.
At this time, I am more attached to survival than ever before.
Even glad I'm still alive.
Once because of their mechanical operation.
Repeat yesterday yesterday every day, and the days ahead are always so long.
Even hate this empty life.
However, when these air crashes happened before our eyes.
Countless lives just disappeared.
Ended their hopes and dreams.
Draw a bloody exclamation point
I feel the preciousness of life.
Precious time
Death is not terrible.
What is terrible is the pain and helplessness of the living.
Terror is the sorrow of the living.
Silence is a wound in the soul that can never heal.
Those lost lives have many dreams.
Maybe plan a long trip.
Perhaps it is to plan the boundaries of life.
Probably planning a party.
However, everything came to an abrupt end in this disaster.
It's always a pity to be a dead person.
The living suffer forever.
We are still alive.
Still dreaming about yourself.
Enjoy the natural air
And free time.
We have no reason to perfunctory life.
Waste time and let the years pass.
Perceive the meaning of life in life
Living is the capital to change yourself.
Although everyone will eventually go to the grave
Some people sleep peacefully in the sunset.
Go like a dream.
Some were devastated by storms, such as fallen flowers and blue flowers.
No matter how you go home, you will turn into a pinch of dust and a breeze.
This is the end of all tracks.
If there is reincarnation, it is also the beginning of another end.
Because time records the life cycle.
And traces of life
Life is also lost in the countdown of time.
Cherish today.
Seize the moment.
Every night is death.
Waking up is a new life.
Let's live separately
Treat life
Tomorrow, I will devote myself to life with a new attitude.
Enrich every minute of your life.
Understand modern poetry, you will know,
Wan Liyun, the towering tower,
There is no limit,
Show off your wings for thousands of miles.
How many beautiful grasses there are,
I used to spend a lot of time,
Facing the vast sky,
Make your own good wishes.
however
Grass, grass,
As you know,
You Keming Zeng,
You have been able to solve it,
Do you realize that,
Meteors are fleeting, Yuanyang is beautiful,
Endless tears and meteor belly.
The fire is burning, it's going to burn out,
Make a wedding dress for the king.
I was driving a caravan in Cai Yun,
BMW with crystal,
Through the grotesque forest,
Swim across a honey-like stream,
Find a long-lost dream.
We slipped,
Step on the devil's abyss,
Put your arms on the terrible skeleton,
Eyes looking at bloody fangs.
We thought it was a wonderful game,
however
We were wrong,
We were all wrong,
We are playing a suicide game-Babel.
I just met my friend,
Next time, the soul has flown away.
Confused eyes,
Pale as ash.
Watch and ask questions,
Raise your head and respond.
Not personally,
The soul breaks three points.
I stepped on my nervous little tail,
I'm nervous too,
In the palm of your hand,
Cold sweat.
On the forehead,
Cold sweat.
Physically,
Is also in a cold sweat.
At this auspicious moment,
The roaring machine began to sing:
If you don't give in quickly,
The court ordered me,
As an adult in charge of prisoners,
You ignorant juniors,
Send it to heaven,
Then go to hell,
Try me,
Ha ha ha ha!
I seem to be assimilated by this magical sound,
It snuggled up to me for a long time.
Finally,
We set foot on the magical throne,
The roaring machine began to show its power,
Quack, quack, quack,
The machine roared and started.
Pioneer with a gentle knife,
Slowly upward as a primer.
That's why butchers are cruel,
Heating cattle and sheep is very slow.
Our breathing is a little short,
The heart rate is also gradually accelerating.
however
When we were in remission,
The beast quickened his pace,
We happen to coincide,
Grab the rope,
Close your eyes,
Wait,
Waiting for us to be cut open like fish.
My brain went blank,
My heart is dead.
How many wonderful memories,
Today no longer exists.
The screams in my ear,
Around the beam for three days.
Scared to death,
The soul flies thousands of miles away.
The beast used the killing skill-Tianwu Baolun.
The so-called heavenly dance baolun,
I'm afraid I won't say anything,
Nobody knows.
This move is extremely powerful.
People have six senses: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind.
Break one's six senses and plunge one into darkness.
We are like a grain of dust in the red dust,
Go up in smoke;
Or like a meteor in the vast universe,
It was beautiful when it fell,
You can also buy beautiful wedding dresses for others.
however
I'm exhausted,
Break into pieces,
Even cut the skin of the earth.
We finally got down,
Dragging a mess,
A car full of clouds,
Floating feathers,
Goose feathers generally cross,
Through your dreams.
cold sweat ...
Finally came back,
Isn't this the reality?
Although meteors are beautiful,
But there is sadness.
The girl prayed,
How do you know about scars?
I had an epiphany.
Some people have a good understanding of modern poetry since childhood.
Some people, when they were young, almost studied.
But, just because of this little bit.
Laughed at, but
But in exchange for hard work and a positive heart.
People who are laughed at go from low to high.
People who laugh at him are from high to low.
Slowly, the mocked man succeeded in his career.
Those who laughed at him went the wrong way.
He's one step away.
However, this is the step.
Missed the success of his life
Finally walked into the prison.
Take this step.
He will have a life full of hope.
Life is like this.
One more step, and the end of the world is just ahead.
To say the least, it's really broad.
One wrong move will lose the game.
We should choose a bright and wise path for ourselves.
Understanding of modern poetry 7 Black stands for night.
White represents daytime.
I'm still looking forward to sunny days.
But it's raining.
The wind and cloud suddenly drift.
I am helpless and miserable.
Stop dawdling.
Speechless, free from my heart.
Green trees represent spring.
I still feel it in winter.
Tomorrow or autumn.
Green days
How can I not understand her abundance?
be
How can I understand her abundance?
Interpretation of Modern Poetry 8 1 and Emily Dickinson's Beyond the Fence
There is a strawberry on the other side of the fence. I know I can climb up if I want. Strawberries, how sweet! However, God will definitely scold me for my dirty apron. Oh, dear, I think, if he were a child, he would climb over, too, if he could!
Comments: This poem is full of innocent and romantic atmosphere. What seems to be written for children is actually a memory of the past. When you grow up, some things, once lost, can't be retrieved.
2. Ingblack's "Naive Prophecy"
To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an instant.
This little poem is meaningful, memorable and full of philosophy. It tells us a simple truth: the past is eternal, the present is eternal, and the future is eternal. Eternal is not the world and heaven, not gravel and wild flowers, but the soul and love in your palm.
3. The life and death of Yinglan
I don't argue with anyone, and I don't care who I argue with; I love nature, followed by art; My hands are burning the fire of life to keep warm; The fire has gone out, and I'm ready to go.
This little poem is surprisingly calm, but it contains the great wisdom of life: understanding and calmness, washing away the lead. A person who loves life, a pure person, a person full of life wisdom, isn't this kind of personality realm what I have been pursuing all my life?
4. Chess by Borges, Argentina
Chess pieces don't know that they are actually chess players, and they dominate their own destiny with open arms. Chess pieces don't know the strict rules, which limits their will and retreat. Night and day form another chessboard, keeping players firmly in the middle. God controls the chess player, and the chess player controls the chess pieces. Behind God, which God set the fetters of dust, time, dreams and pain?
This little poem is similar to out-of-context and naive prophecy. Life is like a chess game, one ring is buckled and the other is buckled. We can't escape from the besieged city of life, but we can find a pure land in the besieged city. Only by seeing your position clearly can you get rid of the pain of the cycle of birth, illness and death and get happiness. Let all the people in the world understand the mystery that plagues God.
5, Irish Ye Zhi "When You Are Old"
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
This is a quiet poem. When you are quiet, talk to your soul quietly and tell your past: there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows in the story. But, ah, you will never regret it, but have a quiet and serene heart. At this moment, getting old is also a kind of happiness.
6. A Message from a Friend by Mehani Rubin
Pay attention to your thoughts, it will become your words; Pay attention to your words, it will become your actions; Pay attention to your actions, it will become your habit; Pay attention to your habit, it will develop your character; Pay attention to your character, it will decide your fate!
This little poem is more like a prophecy. It is concise and pointedly points out many weaknesses of human nature. Thought and speech, habits of action, personality and destiny are interrelated. A person with taste and self-restraint can see clues from these points. As a friend, I give you a rose, and my hand must be filled with the fragrance of happiness.
Understanding of Modern Poetry 9 Once upon a time, there were flowers in full bloom and desolation. I have enjoyed happiness and suffered pain, and I can't tell whether sweetness is greater than bitterness or bitterness is greater than sweetness. Now, I write poems about the past to commemorate the little things that make me laugh and cry.
When I was young and frivolous,
Have a heart that loves dreams,
But I lack the courage to pursue my dreams.
If you want to love someone,
It happened that I hurt the person I loved the most;
What you want to cherish,
I finally lost it.
Say goodbye to youth,
Lost the right to be willful.
There is an urgent need for maturity,
But I can't stand being lonely and helpless.
Gave up the dream,
Lovelorn,
Leaving the people they love,
For an instant,
There is nothing left.
Years are like water, and years are like songs. Inadvertently, I have walked a long way. Every time I look back, I look forward to it: can I go back to the beginning, to the moment when I had no choice or lost, even if it was only once, and let me know what those missed happiness was like? Time flies in the past, do I deliberately forget or pretend not to remember? Maybe both. I can't remember the people and things in those vague pictures, and I don't want to remember them, so forget it.
When experiencing prosperity, I thought that this kind of beauty could last longer and there would be happier moments. However, when I walked through the most prosperous scenery and didn't look carefully, it was already desolate, as if I suddenly fell from heaven to hell and came to an unexpected situation without psychological preparation. I was flustered by the disparity in the situation, but I resolutely went on. Walking, I saw a little interest from the lonely wasteland, which added a little comfort to the next journey.
I have experienced prosperity and loneliness, and my heart is as calm as a mirror. I no longer care about gains and losses, and I no longer worry about joys and sorrows. I just want to walk leisurely through this life, write my past into poems, recall every scenery I have walked, and miss everyone I have walked with.
Understanding of modern poetry 10 1. Secular shackles
Life is like a dream, and you are contaminated with six dusts.
Watch the flowers fall and listen to the wind.
Don't let the worldly shackles imprison you.
Take off your dusty coat.
Make it difficult to interfere with nagging sadness.
Let despair
Drift away in the boundless waves
Throw the spy out of the clouds, kuya.
Don't indulge in passive gossip
Pick up a moonlit oratorio
Pick a red flower and hold a green leaf.
Devote oneself to writing beautiful, blurred and lush poems
Let the haze in my heart disappear completely
Second, Suiyuan
Butterflies fly with flowers every year
Every year, leaves are blown by the wind.
Career is doomed, don't be sad.
What's strange about the origin of fate?
What's it like to have no flowers on the other side?
Aggregation is sometimes discrete and rational.
The figure who hurried away after the curtain call.
You must never stop and linger.
My previous life has never been corrected. How do you live this life?
Let fate take its course and let your soul breathe freely.
Third, give up.
It is foolish to keep suffering, and it is also foolish to keep melancholy.
It is foolish to continue to be confused, and it is regrettable to continue to cheat.
What's the use of crying?
Screaming at the top of your lungs will only make you tired.
Behind giving up is another kind of fulfillment
Behind the tears is another kind of understanding
If hope is a hopeless ending
Why are you still stupid and unwilling to give up?
Fourth, mentality.
Who is obsessed with burying the past all his life?
If tears fall, let them slowly wash away the sadness of the years.
If you are drunk, let your heart relax.
Who and who depend on each other in the beautiful rings like flowers.
Who gently holds who in his hand, staring at the depths.
Whose fragrance is always scattered by beauty bombs?
Pay attention to whose past the injury precipitated.
People who indulge in the long book of life are different.
Someone painted a bustling city.
Someone painted a quiet pastoral scene.
Some people paint wild scenery in a freehand way.
Someone drew a picture of the moon, cloudy day, sunny day, sunset and sunset.
Don't take a shirt with you when the curtain of life is about to fall.
Listen to the trickle in front of Naihe Bridge.
Don't expect yourself to last forever.
Five, the color of the sky
The train carriages went through the tunnel in rows.
There is a smell of kapok in the breeze.
Try to count the old streets.
How many stories do we have?
Alienated city
And frivolous youth
Bitterness and sweetness are only known to oneself.
There is a voice that cannot be forgotten.
Remember grandma singing softly to me?
Don't forget, children.
Human experience has its rules.
When the world changes.
Don't forget the original color of the sky.
Playing and chasing in the sunshine of rice fields
Put a boat floating in the water by the river.
Dandelions float like snow in the wind.
That's a sign of summer.
When you grow up,
Will you forget?
We must contact and reach an agreement.
Who knows the changes in the future?
I remember a song that goes like this.
Vi. Flowering trees
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Seven, youth without complaint
When you are young, if you love someone,
Please be gentle with him.
No matter how long you have been in love,
If you can always be gentle with each other, then,
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye,
And be grateful in my heart,
Thank him for giving you a memory.
You don't know until you grow up,
At the moment when I suddenly looked back,
Youth without resentment has no regrets,
Like a quiet full moon on the mountain.