Selected Modern Prose Poems in Sunset Part I: Walking in the Sunset,
My heart,
Like a ship,
Sail in the quiet waves of sunset.
High in the sky,
Burned red by the sunset.
Clouds, rolling up golden waves,
Pentium in the golden ocean.
The mountains danced in the sunset,
The river sings in the sunset,
The vast horizon,
Burning with exuberant life
Billions of sunrises and sunsets,
I can't find any traces of walking,
Like water in the sunset,
Flowing with ancient scenery.
I know my hands,
Can't hold the sunset and sink into the night,
I don't know my soul,
Whether it can be reborn with the dawn.
Sunset Selected Modern Prose Poems (Ⅱ): Sunset at dusk
Lowered its arrogant posture.
flush
beautiful
Showing the edge of clear water and blue sky.
Stand at the crossroads
sigh with emotion
The sunset is infinitely beautiful.
It's just that it's close to night now.
Sunset in spring
Not as gorgeous as summer.
Not as enchanting as late autumn.
Not as gentle as winter.
But he looks younger.
Corner of the ground
Soft as a veil.
Intersect with the ground
Gently elongated the lonely figure.
road
Long and deep
read
Thick and lonely
night breeze
cool
Break a broken heart
now
Miss you
More ideas
uncomfortable
But I can't believe it.
Unable to place
The footsteps of spring
Along the road of dusk
Stop and go
search
Selected Modern Prose Poems of Sunset Part III: The sunset that can't stay is a moment for Xia Feng, and the sunset sets.
Drinking alone, listening to the wind and trees.
Qingshan tactfully, the heart remains the same, and life is thinking for a quarter of an hour.
There is endless joy in it, another year of strong wind, and there are many insects in the green water and clear pool.
It is predestined and made by people. Maybe it's true, maybe it's false, and it just goes with the wind, wasting time to shake the world.
A silver-haired elegy, how many secrets there are, who can ask, who can know.
When you get drunk, let the world drift with the tide, only wake up, no matter whether the spring flowers or the autumn moon wither.
Sunset Modern Prose Poetry Part IV: Remember the sunset outside the window that day.
Remember the sunset outside the window that day.
Shine obliquely on one's eyebrows
The red face reflects the sunlight.
I miss you until dawn.
Remember the sunset outside the window that day.
I am a boy who whistles.
Quietly looking at your golden hair tips
I can't hear this song by myself.
Remember the sunset outside the window that day.
Your figure lingers on the school lawn.
I imagine getting old one day.
You still bear the sunset of that day.
Selected Modern Prose Poems in Sunset Part IV: A touch of afterglow in the sunset,
A cobblestone path,
Tortuous,
I'm like a street sweeper who has traveled for thousands of years.
Looking for the past time.
Mottled marble,
Scattered on the ground,
I am like an immature child,
Think carefully about its lines.
Golden leaves,
Gifts from late autumn,
I raised my camera,
Record the traces of the rings it has experienced.
Birds in the tree,
Still screaming,
In the arms of early winter,
They are as happy as elves.
I am like a poet,
Wandering in this romantic ocean.
Think about when you were young,
Ambitious,
I want to travel around the world,
To find fairy-tale dreams,
I also want to welcome spring, summer, autumn and winter.
To explore the future direction.
however
now
Old times taught me a lot:
Understand the reality and look far away.
So,
I'm carrying a schoolbag,
Gently,