Modern Poetry in Winter: This Winter (1)
This winter
There is no flying snow on the building.
The earth is in a state of anxiety
A barren prospect
Desolate young heart
This winter
Fallen leaves on the ground
Trunk pulse
Can't bear the dream of rainbow
This winter
The leaves of the cash cow are still green.
Depressed tone
With a hint of illusion
This winter
Pick up the bud of love
Shy bud
Bloom quietly
This winter
Ended madness and dreams
At the moment of looking back.
Lost in the wilderness
This winter
Sorrow pervades the sky.
A tight frown
Words can't express heartache
This winter
My heart is getting old.
Xiao Sao's short hair
Wasted the world
Please give me a seed.
Sow in this barren heart
Give me some green.
Cover the rest of my body.
Please give me some water.
Irrigate dying seedlings.
Please give it an inch long.
Let me wait.
Please give me a sharp sword.
Cut off a twist relationship
Please give me some confidence.
Walk through the noisy city
A Brief Comment on Modern Poetry in Winter 2. Winter
This winter
Enjoyment originated from
The shock of the sky
This winter
Watch once from
Richard Hammond's Miracles of Nature
This winter
Looking forward to a beautiful bloom.
fog
Dense fog like that
Block the sun
Just pure white.
Go back to that primitive chun.
Endless milky white
Longitudinal fog color confusion
My heart should be calm.
future
The front is just
The present that has not passed yet.
get through
Put it under your feet
review
time
There is no room.
be infatuated with
Old white after washing
Melt into white
Things are still me.
Melt into the fog
But it has nothing to do with the color of fog.
Noise and tranquility are intertwined.
My mind is drunk, too.
This is unknown since ancient times.
Go find someone
A farther and safer home.
night
Such a sky
It's not an eclipse anymore.
The sky that everyone is watching.
It's amazing.
Cloud god wants to travel by cloud.
A white yarn was pulled out of the sky.
The night is deep
The vast skies overlap.
The space squeezed out between bookshelves
Show the deep blue sky
In the middle of the sky
But this is a large, almost circular area.
Deep blue sky
Unpredictable coercion
Like a bottomless hole
General repression
Who said anything about life?
I must indulge in singing everywhere.
This is frustrating at times.
Occasionally quiet
A life of occasional indulgence.
Is the most real' life'
Clouds in the east faintly show the moon.
The moon is as bright as ever.
As bright as the moon
Not thin, not cold or sad.
Just puritanism.
A quiet rhyme.
Ming ruo is aloof.
solar halo
The sun is always there in winter.
There is still hope in winter.
A cold room
Tired indifference
Repeated life
For a time,
But suddenly light and shadow came.
Life feels the warmth of that color.
Tired of absorbing bright light
Clouds on the edge of warm sun in winter
The edge is shallow.
Seven-color solar halo
So pale
It's so short
Just like that time.
Dancing clothes
There is a little cloth edge left inside.
Thin and charming.
If it is beautiful.
That's great.
Love this life
Love the world
A brief modern poem in winter 3 "Snowflakes"
You are not an angel.
The pure angel went to heaven.
Their faces
I won't see it again.
The wind blew hard last night.
Branches and bamboo tails
It's ruined.
Old injuries and new injuries abound.
My raincoat for night travel.
The color began to darken.
A shadow is like a pregnant woman's stomach.
Gradually getting bigger.
You are not an angel.
The pure angel went to heaven.
I saw faces.
The scar is already flourishing.
The rhyme of Tang poetry
I forgot to even it out.
Short sentences are not what I want to sing.
I want to walk beside the song.
Walking foot
Like my knife 30 years ago.
Messy stubble
Stiff every day.
A short modern poem in Winter 4 "Forget Winter"
I didn't think of spring until the green leaves sealed my mouth.
I just want to blossom, and the flowers fill my sight.
Just push them aside.
A ray of sunshine warmed my back.
Turning to collect sunshine, a string of golden bells made me stand on tiptoe.
The sudden spring makes me feel at a loss.
Only a few hours later, I said goodbye to winter.
The soft and cool snowflakes quietly left.
There is no shadow of flowers as cool as water, not even a word of attachment.
I understand snowflakes. I reserve my rights.
Outside the spring window, the branches are full of green.
A wisp of spring breeze reminds me that winter has flown without a trace.
How to end, how to start.
Snow and ice won't forget winter just because spring is blooming.
A short modern poem "Through Winter" in Winter 5
I went through my winter.
This is my unique winter.
I won't talk about it.
But I don't expect spring.
Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.
Look blankly at a tree
Branches on the tree
In decline
A pile of firewood on the ground
The higher the cardinality.
Above the old man's forehead
The winter sun shines on him.
The pace of winter is accelerating.
The winter I have experienced
It is such a winter.
I won't talk about it.
That's the truth.
No one can change it.
Nobody can hide it.
Like a bird without a name
Air-dried skeleton
Hanging between the trunk and the fork
Laugh at your eyes
You can feel it
The speed of whistling past
Smash a corpse to pieces
A short modern poem "Winter" No.6
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud sounds today?