The air fills my eyes.
I can't see.
Take a deep breath.
Indulge in your soul
Say you are poison.
Through my body
I am intoxicated by you.
Crush on you
Say you are a good medicine to comfort sadness.
Through my soul
I pray for you.
Make amends to you.
A blade of grass, a piece of paper
One process, one gram of poison.
Wandering around the world
Two fingers, two lips
A process, a life.
Completely extinct
Away from the world
greet sb.
You destroy people.
Say you are not good
He never leaves you.
smoke
You imprisoned a person's loneliness and loneliness.
Wandering in your air
Selflessly buy your soul.
smoke
I lit you up.
Think of your bitterness in my mouth
But forget my sadness for a while.
Until the last moment of your life
See your humble smile.
I'm taking chronic poison.
It's called cigarettes.
In this smoky society.
Some people call it
euthanasia
smoke
How can I quit you?
No longer infatuated with you
No longer intoxicated by you
Not greedy for you
No longer use your anesthesia to comfort yourself.
Maybe tonight
probably
Is an invisible tomorrow.
Pull out modern poetry 2 and tear off an old yellow newspaper.
Roll up tobacco leaves as rough as your hands.
Hold it in your mouth
Mars is flashing.
Smoke floated out of the air.
Like a tangled heart
There is a wisp of naughty smoke.
Mistaken into the changes of my father's wrinkles
Lost the direction of running
Tired, roll one.
Tired of rolling one
Worried about rolling up one
Stuffy, roll one
Sometimes standing on the ridge of the field
Like corn
Sometimes squatting beside the pot.
Like a pile of dead wood
The wind often tells me
Father's kindly cough.
Sometimes far and sometimes near.
Sometimes light and sometimes heavy.
Sometimes in dreams,
Smoke 3 packs of modern poems and another pack.
Rensuiyue
Burning silently.
Drift away, disappear
Ren ashes
Dye a piece of snow
harbour a grudge (against sb)
Gully erosion
Old dry cigarette, father's old dry cigarette!
Smoked sweet memories,
Moistened the long night of autumn rain,
hope
Always in sleepless nights.
Blink!
road
Always far ahead.
Hiking!
Old dry cigarette, father's old dry cigarette!
Bag after bag.
Plow the barren land!
Season after season
Sow hope!
Winter after winter.
Looking forward to spring!
night after night
Count the poor days!
……
Old dry cigarette, father's old dry cigarette!
Dye poverty green
Let the wheat waves turn yellow!
Curved branches
Brew the future
Burn the red of hope!
Drunk to death!
At the age of 40,
Father is stubborn,
He Yan
Smells like first love.
There is no smoke between those two fingers,
It's green, it's hazy.
At the age of twenty,
Father is inspiring,
He Yan
Have a tacit understanding like a beautiful woman.
It's not smoke floating on the nose and wings,
It's longing, it's empathy.
At the age of thirty,
Father had an epiphany,
He Yan
There is a feeling of meeting someone in a narrow way.
There is no smoke between those two fingers,
Is lonely, is lost.
At the age of forty,
Father is not confused,
He Yan
Have the opportunity to have a bosom friend,
It's not dust left between lips and teeth,
It's calm, it's interesting.
At the age of fifty,
Father is open-minded.
He Yan
Has the effect of double-sided adhesive tape,
What is scattered between this and extinction is not dust,
Very reserved, very smooth.
now
Father and smoke
It's already a landscape.
For half a century:
Giving up and not giving up.
No longer a myth.
Sitting in the shadow of spring and smoking modern poetry 5
Open a bunch of beautiful women
The gibberish of moonlight
Awaken a green dream.
that night
The moon shines on the whole garden.
Bamboo low eyebrows
The misty and graceful figure enters the eyes.
From now on, no matter day or night.
Quietly enjoy the dance of smoke
Smoke also made a harmonious response.
They always meet on a moonlit night.
Sometimes hugging
Sometimes chasing
but
Smoke is not restless.
It likes roaming and looming.
The swaying bamboo sighed.
Because of the erratic smoke.
Romantic and uninhibited.
Sometimes it twists and turns
frequently
The sound of bamboo overflowed the fence.
Like a picture of a covered bridge.
A lingering Tang poem
Calling for the footsteps of smoke
The wind howled.
Blow open the flowery clothes in the dream
Smoke under the moon shadow
More and more blurred
Wander around
Watching the light shake off a broken heart.
Bamboo with spoony eyes
Walk into the forehead of spring
Let out glittering and translucent smoke
Take the lamp and blow it gently.
But I dare not be greedy for cigarettes.
now
Spring dreams are quietly falling from the sleeping soil.
Secretly grow
A faint smoke with a gentle glow.
Walk into the embrace of bamboo forest
Be wanton and coquetry
By moonlight
With a pink smile
Open in the soft abdomen of bamboo
Bamboo tasted the sweetness.
The leaves are very thin
The softness of smoke
A thousand years' commitment
And the most beautiful robbery in my life.
Buried together in the long river of time.
Everyone knows that smoking is harmful to health.
However, many people smoke, as everyone knows.
It used to be once in a while, but now it is a day and a half.
I know this will upset my throat,
But I like the ethereal spirit it brings me.
Smoke, floating out of the mouth,
Form a trance, my eyes,
The person I miss appears in the smoke. ...
/
I want to write for a long time, but I don't know how to write.
"I like your smile, your white socks, and your fingers, the faint smell of tobacco!"
This is a classic word in a classic song. The most classic word is the smell of tobacco.
It's not that smokers can't live without cigarettes, but at some point, they can't live without cigarettes.
Like sometimes, at a loss, disappointed. ...
Light a cigarette and get some anesthetic, and you won't be so disappointed!
/
Smoking as a child is imitation;
When I was a teenager, smoking was a spoof;
Smoking as a child is to show off to adults;
In middle age, smoking is necessary;
Old people, mostly listen to doctors, give up.
Do I need it? The answer is yes.
/
Always remember, my brother and I sat in the bow,
I kept silent,
When I pulled out a cigarette,
My brother quickly lit a fire for me.
He doesn't smoke, but he sees my depression.
Ignition is to cheer me up, cheer me up!
That was more than ten years ago. After that year,
I don't work that hard anymore,
But this is not the case. I don't need cigarettes anymore.
/
When I am calm, I resist it.
When I'm bored, I smoke one.
When there are contradictions, I will come one by one.
When I am happy, I share a bag with my friends.
But I haven't smoked three cigarettes in a row,
To prove that I'm not completely addicted
Besides, I want to explain,
In writing this article, I am not trying to prove my elegance.
On the contrary, I can see my vulgarity,
Sometimes it's tacky,
Just like the first two sentences.
/
Now, I smoked two,
First, in order to write this article,
One for each person!
Perhaps April is destined to be foggy and rainy, and light rain will always come when people are asleep, come secretly and go quietly.
With the coming of spring, moisten the earth and touch the grassland.
Drunk in the Woods, drunk in the desert, drunk in my heart!
It was a little sudden when I left, leaving behind acacia and attachment!
Apricot trees gave her buds all over the tree, grass gave her crystal charm, and peach blossoms chased the misty rain and scattered pink all over the floor, refusing to shake off the raindrops on the petals!
The cherry trees and pear trees here are a little lazy, the flowers and bones in twos and threes are gathered together, and the small heads are red and green, and the furry ones can't hang raindrops.
Poplar's head is very lively. Poplar hanging on the handle hangs upside down on the branches, like countless stretched caterpillars, shivering from time to time by raindrops.
Birds who love singing don't forget to practice in rainy days; Standing on the top of all kinds of trees in the misty rain, with a fresh and euphemistic voice.
The mountains are shrouded in fog, and chaos is full of charm and mystery in the misty rain in April.
The water drops on the eaves are playing the strings of the flower season rhythmically, and the yard is full of elegance and sweetness.
I sat quietly in front of the window, staring at the misty rain, listening to the sound of the eaves, dancing with a plain pen and writing smartly.
The seed's hearty laughter passed through the soil, shaking my eardrum and echoing in the universe.
Some unknown wild flowers and wormwood also joined in the fun, nodding their heads to thank the light rain in April.
April is destined to be a rainy season, and light rain always comes gently and walks quietly;
What I took away was homesickness, and what I left behind was hope and vitality.
You are a beautiful rainbow in the hearts of distant wanderers.
Always light the dream of going home from the mountains.
Come back, full of heart.
Love is like water touching your trace.
When Iraq lingers, Ran Ran rises.
Silent cultivation, almost barren yearning
//
This is a spring breeze that awakens life after the cold.
This is a beautiful country sport.
Chasing the shy figure of this season
You accompany your child's stubbornness with kindness
Carefully capture every changing sound.
Folding around is graceful and restrained the vicissitudes of parting.
Looking back gracefully, from teenagers to dragons.
//
Follow the village bell at sunset.
Year after year, day after day, I dress up my beautiful face.
Looking for a dream, you are charming and floating into the cloud.
Lovely and dexterous hands holding tender hands.
Gracefully wrapped around the mountain spring.
Busy people in other places
Have you ever heard the clear sound of water?
Can idle clouds bring home the worries and dreams of distant hometown?
Is there a faint, quiet smoke in your smoke wave?
With the arrival of the evening breeze
Send away the intoxicating sunset
Turn around gently and you will face your homeland.
A handful of loess, smelling the fragrance of the years.
You are the mother, the village chief calls softly.
be
Time to go home, tired child!
Smoke Modern Poetry 9 A period of time, a picture, walking time, flowers bloom and fall, you and I cherish each other.
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Looking back on memories, sadness becomes a river, and the road of life is ups and downs. There is always a sadness that I don't want to be mentioned. Drunk years, green pipa, slowly depressed, gradually desperate. I just want to spend the rest of my life with my fireworks.
Fingertips across the face of time, you have become the warmth of my life.
The wind chases the clouds.
Il resto dell'anno
I'll wait for you in the pouring rain,
You left,
Under the dim street lamp, the fallen umbrella hung down and stood alone on the ground.
Tears blurred,
Rain sings a farewell song,
Rain soaked my hair and clothes.
My heart is as cold as stagnant water, and there is still a feast around.
I put the milk in front of your desk. Did you drink it?
I put your notebook at your bedside. Did you forget it again?
There are post-it notes on the refrigerator, and your favorite jiaozi is in it.
On the wall, there is your sunny smile.
Weeping on rainy nights, tears and water alternate.
Partridges in the street, go the way you used to go.
How I miss the morning glory on the wall.
If your fingers are locked, can you hold them forever?
Warm information, profound thoughts.
You said: You are my missing.
I hug you gently and tell you that you are my support.
however
I have nowhere to go, looking for you I can't see,
Where are you?
A long time ago,
After many disappointments,
The comfort in my ear suffocates me, and I have nowhere to run.
The wallpaper of the mobile phone, or you?
That day, the sun was just right,
You smiled and said: Because of the elegance in your eyes, I became your pursuit.
Elegant?
Yes, I am your wanderer.
You are the one I care about.
My tears are in your arms,
Your loneliness is in my heart.
You said, hold my hand and travel to the south.
I replied, will it be spring?
Now, however,
Why has everything changed?
The rain washed me and whipped me
Where are you?
Cold light of lonely lanterns at night,
I'm used to your smell.
Accustomed to your existence
You are the warmth in my life.
Can't stop love, can't stop love.
I am a dandelion in the wild.
Everywhere,
The wind took me to wander.
One day, I asked the wind
Will one day, you will not run around without me?
He said:
No, I will always protect you and travel around the world.
I smiled happily, this is your agreement to me.
Until one day,
I was hit hard by the storm and got stuck in the soil.
You revolve around me.
However, you still left.
I'm still waiting for you there, slowly growing into a dandelion.
In March, I am waiting for you.
April, I'm still waiting for you.
In May, how many winds passed by me, I still ignored them.
In June, you came, and I smiled happily.
I looked at you from a distance and kept smiling. You once said that you liked my smile best.
You're almost there, you're coming,
I want to open my mouth,
Tell you, I've been waiting for you.
however
You took the dandelion around me and walked away with your brightest smile.
My open mouth closes in the form of sadness.
My smile is condensed in the June wind.
You are the charm of my life,
You can't stay for me,
But I still can't stop loving you.
Life is full of joy, flowers bloom on the other side of the river for another season, and I forgot the dream of three lives by the river.
I am a petal on a manjusha flower blooming along the Santo River.
People call me heartless.
Staring at the darkness of the world
Tears rolled over and chilled my cheeks.
Gorgeous appearance can't break my thoughts.
Leaves open and think, flowers bloom and cry.
The flowers bloom for another season and the leaves begin to disappear.
Teenagers playing in the park
Teenagers call it right, and girls call it heart.
The afternoon sunshine is warm and affectionate.
Sitting on the green lawn, lying in the shade.
Eat ice cream
Listen to classical music
You said your dream
Let me talk about my pursuit.
But I still missed it.
Once the oath turned to dust.
Stranger again.
Next time, one by one.
Just passing by.
I like the flowers and leaves of Manzhushahua.
You and I once cherished each other and went our separate ways.
Doomed to miss
Sad memories, silence
Fall into samsara, fate comes and goes.
Time sings softly the wounds of the years in the dream, and the song carries the depth of the past, crawling slowly on a certain road. Tears moistened the corners of my eyes, and my dreams blurred. Can you blur the fireworks of the third student?
Qq:
Modern poetry 10 has an encounter, which is the first time, but it is like reunion after a long separation.
There is an encounter that amazes the time and warms the years.
Jiangnan in April is misty and rainy.
Dropping raindrops
Like an Iraqi whisper.
I haven't left yet
One wet slate after another.
Beads of rain fell from the sky.
Through the gray eaves, stay in the antique wooden lattice window room.
Gradually blurred
Outside the corner, some Spring Swallows are dancing and wandering.
Jump over your eyes from time to time
Occasionally, vendors passing by whisper to each other.
Then blend in with the crowd and disappear.
I am waiting for a corner of tang style Song Yu in this winding alley.
A messy heartstring, waiting for you to set it right.
Never believe in love at first sight.
I only want to believe that my previous life was doomed.
There you are at last.
Fortunately, I didn't give up.
As beautiful as I thought.
If your hands are soft, your skin is fat and your face is smooth.
All the beautiful years are dancing in your brow.
Bow one's head/head/head
Smell the smell of your hair.
Incense makes people drunk.
At that moment, it was like standing at a time node.
Back to the era of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
The same quaint town
The same Tsing Yi Lane
Similarly, the water flowing from the flowers
And you, young and elegant, have beautiful eyes.
Time is flowing and time is changing.
The only thing you can't forget is the lotus rhyme that belongs to you.
Since passing by, the calm heart lake has been maintained all year round.
It's as if you still entered a big stone, and you can't reach it without waves.
Endless ripples are all your drops.
Sometimes people have a strange familiarity.
What just happened and the people I just met have a feeling of deja vu.
That's because, in previous lives, it was so profound.
Time is too long and too short.
Perhaps, in the river of reincarnation.
Accidentally, I lost each other.
And the mark on the soul will keep flashing when we meet again.
It was a look back after forgetting the other side of Sichuan.
The sky is blue, it is raining, and I am waiting for you.
Text/rhetoric
Give it to my dear Jing Jun.
Your hair is waist-length.
I am willing to marry you.
Holding your hand
Help the old and take care of the young.
(of husband and wife) live together till old age
Hand to Bai Yue.