A modern poem describing a person: A person is lonely, but my feelings are still sad.
I often regret the wrong marriage.
My thoughts are flying and bitter,
Miss the beauty who sleeps alone.
It means that there is no confidant in the road ahead.
Who is Zhongtian Yueming talking to?
It's hard to meet for a long time,
Ah, alas, years are lonely.
A modern poem describing a person: a person's world, a person.
Wear plain clothes all day.
But there is a colorful heart
Sad for others, sing for others.
Dress up for others every day
Record this coming and going.
Ask her what her dreams are.
She said that she would sing for the hard-won life.
Modern poems describing a person: when you are alone, when you are alone.
A person doodles against the wall.
Joy and sadness live in an old warehouse and are corrupt.
Imagine creating music with broken wings.
Become silent smoke in a pipe
Hold the pillow and lead a drunken life.
What are all kinds of things that suddenly pass by the heart bridge?
As uncertain as white clouds.
Quiet as white clouds.
I know it's useless to stand and talk to Baiyun.
It's like I'm standing under the white clouds and talking to you in vain
The room was covered with dusty sandalwood utensils.
Full of enough fragrance to make the skin take a deep breath.
There is an oil-paper umbrella hanging on the bedside, which makes rainy days panic.
Flowers full of yellow are covered with rich emotions.
I stared at them.
It seems that they are staring at me.
It's like I'm staring at you with them
It's not strange to be alone in a daze.
Strangely, I will be inexplicably moved by these scenes.
A modern poem describing a person: a person's inner monologue
At that moment, lying down was a kind of pain.
Standing is also a pain, just like
Death is a kind of peace, but living is.
Another kind of quiet, just like in the wind.
Branches and vines, swaying in the wind.
It is a person's heart that spurts blood.
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The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind won't stop.
There is an irresistible language.
Naked surging in my chest
But at that moment, I didn't want to tell you.
Don't want to tell him, just like one.
Bullets don't want to be released into the sky until
Calm down and condense into an embroidery needle.
Then, stick it in my heart.
A humble corner
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That day, an island floated into my house.
Inside, like a premature baby.
Weaned baby. In the dream, his
A shock woke me up.
I tugged at the cicada wings of my heart.
Snuggle up to him and look at the sea.
At that moment, my empty heart
Suddenly became a vicissitudes of life.
Shells. At that moment, I
Suddenly I miss my mother.