Empty loneliness is mixed with boundless sadness.
The wind blew away the gloomy haze in my heart.
The mighty river, the dusk under the rolling kitchen smoke
Bury the silence on the water.
In the unknown world
I feel the meaning of your existence.
The waters where the ship is moored
The wind stopped playing tricks.
Embedding the imprint of time
Maybe you are at this time.
Deeply in love with the elegant youth left in the story of time
I waved goodbye to you yesterday, too
The stars have changed, embellishing the gorgeous night.
Star ball, jumping and spinning dance.
Summer morning, the joy of butterflies flying.
Carry a ship
To meet the afterglow of the afternoon sunset
Symbolic language masks my inner secret loss.
The other side of the city
Wait under the bodhi tree
Moon Lake, the fragrance of Shan Ye.
Lights in the tent, people sleeping in the camp.
A reverie that can't be squandered in a quiet night
Enjoy all the rights in the selfless field
Reflections on Modern Poetry II (1)
Whenever I walk in the middle of the night, I feel
Surrounded by wandering children.
Or make a sad face in front of my eyes
Or make some noise in my ear
Although the scalp is fried, it is creepy.
I will pretend to be calm and try to keep my feet steady.
(2)
The night is long, facing each other across the mountain.
I can't see your figure or hear your voice.
There were several nightingales in the Woods.
Bare dead branches can't penetrate the thick clouds.
Write my thoughts about you in a touching poem.
Then walk into the dream and wait at the necessary intersection.
(3)
I want to fly, but I have no hard wings.
In the long years, I have been struggling for countless times.
But often covered with injuries, very tired.
A touch of green in the distance still tempts my eyes.
Happiness is fleeting, and I want it.
Even if you are lying in a cemetery, you should keep a warm name.
(4)
In the troubled world, you and I are just two grains of dust.
The ups and downs of fate depend on our own redemption.
Unwilling to be blown away by the cold wind.
In the vast sea of people, we will meet because of fate.
I firmly believe in the flower of sincere love.
It is bound to produce red flowers.
Imagine modern poetry iii. Mount Qomolangma Feng Ting becomes a flagpole.
I've been climbing.
Use affectionate eyes and tears as a pad.
In order to hang my fiery heart on the top of the flagpole
The Yangtze River and the Yellow River are my arteries and veins.
Repeat the route closest to the heart over and over again.
Sometimes it rushes like the tide.
Sometimes it is water.
Only moving lips.
Say the language of love to your mother a thousand times.
My blood is connected with the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
My blood has spread to the dry desert.
On 9.6 million square kilometers of land
I will always be in the hills, plains and mountains.
From the Great Wall
I felt the stiffness of my spine.
From the majestic Mount Tai
I laughed at my smallness.
The lonely days of the fox
I often listen to the pulse.
then
I hid in the center of the territory.
Taste quietly with tears in your eyes.
Mother's sorrow for the other side of the strait
And the ups and downs of this land.
Reflections on modern poetry. Il Vento Di Settembre
Rain in September
I got wet in the past
Doing history.
Sitting in front of a computer screen
Feel high/fluctuating.
Fill sb.' s mind with countless ideas and ideas
Whose show cultivated the trivial things in the world of mortals?
Although the night is deep.
Whose light shines deep in the wilderness?
I am ecstatic.
Looking for the source of happiness
Go to the seaside to see the stormy waves.
ship
Listen to the whispers of seagulls.
Wang Haiyan danced wildly.
Pick up a shell and meditate for your eyes.
My idea just happened.
Enjoy the kiss of the sea breeze
Feel the warmth and coldness of the world
lenient
Side by side
Love what I love
Think what I think.
My heart beats in the long night.
Who says the desert is barren?
I don't think so.
Walking alone in the vast battlefield.
Let the passion show.
Slow down
Lost dream
The feeling of missing
Abandoned years
The past haunts us.
Uncontrollable tears flowed down the cheeks and directly to one end of the jaw.
Whatever.
Let it flow
Let it develop naturally.
There is no need to hide the source of the tears hanging on the cheeks.
freedom
According to my guess, this is a lie between lovers.
When can desert wasteland become oasis and mulberry field?
Grass and small tree stems struggling in the sand
How eager to get water resources
I walked alone on the beach.
The monologue reflects my yearning.
Dancing solo in my life
Pour out all kinds of love
There are joys and sorrows.
There are infinite joys and sorrows.
Is it beautiful and enjoyable?
Punch holes between words
Explain the memory of testimony.
Weave a beautiful life
In spring, it makes flowers more beautiful and colorful.
In autumn, it paints the red maple as a colorful cloud on the horizon.
It explains the freedom and openness of summer.
Beautify winter snow and wintersweet.
This is the power of words.
Embrace everything and Fuwa
No one can live without it.
Because the words stored in my dictionary are poorly expressive.
It is impossible to outline all the prosperity and others in the world.
So, if you edit this article at will, I hope you can give me more valuable opinions and suggestions.
Raindrops are here. I really appreciate it．
End of movement
No matter in real life.
Or in the online world
We should all be honest with each other.
true friendship
Peace * * *
Such friendship can last for a long time.
Arrogance is absolutely unacceptable
Keep your feet on the ground and move forward with each other.
Treat life generously.
Not satisfied with external interests
Don't grieve for yourself.
Give full play to your positive energy.
Wandering in the corridor of life
Love my motherland and my family.
Love yourself and bless him (her)
We have a home.
Qi Xin joined hands to build.
Thinking about modern poem 5, I convulsed.
I got up.
This closed and narrow space in the house
I'm suffocating
Suddenly I heard Mao Mao rain outside the window.
I feel glad.
Go to the balcony.
push the window open
Thousands of silk threads have printed my eyes.
Moisten the earth
Water my heart
So excited
Sui daxi
This long-lost rain
This long-lost pattern (sound)
Let my clouds disperse
Wake me up.
How I wish I could become a fish.
Swimming in any pond formed by this rainstorm.
How I wish I could go back to that childhood
I rushed into the rain curtain without hesitation and played like a child.
Oh, let this sudden heavy rain come more violently.
When I got rid of the burden of these years
Rush into the rain and have a good sleep.
Is it soon, soon?
Imagine modern poetry 6 in a distant place,
A mountain with a black chest,
Deep in the black forest,
There are endless mysteries,
Primitive people who lived in groups.
They are surrounded by leaves,
Wrapped in several skins,
If you are sick, please be kind to yourself.
The best medicine:
Men fish and hunt,
Women pick wild fruits to satisfy their hunger.
Over time, it has been realized:
Carnivorous habits should not be abandoned,
Whole grains are indispensable;
The hunting collective is a legion,
Fighting is like hunting.
First of all, to protect yourself,
Second, in order to expand the territory.
So there are many victories and failures,
But there is no right or wrong.
To this end, weapons are constantly updated.
Except for blunt wood and stone tools,
I also found the sharpness of metal.
The first soft bronze,
Then hard steel,
Create an invincible weapon,
A powerful city can't resist.
Soon there was a slave dynasty,
Soon a feudal dynasty was formed,
There is no bridge between now and now.
We live in a space,
We are in different times.
Shan Ye with black breasts is too far away.
Gunshots, the roar of machines,
The explosion of nuclear weapons,
..... can't even turn it over.
Now I can only see the dawn,
What's the long road:
Walk slowly towards us?
Or leave us quickly?
People today are still thinking,
Ancestors living in the world:
Many very old people.
Dreaming of Modern Poetry 7 Dreaming of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
What a magnificent meticulous painting scroll.
Surprised by the traffic, people's houses are always flat
Tomb-Sweeping Day came late, with beautiful spring and sunshine.
The lady was wearing red makeup and powder, sweating and smiling skillfully.
It's hard to smile and enjoy yourself.
There have been many things in autumn since ancient times in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Nuzhen set foot in the Central Plains.
The wind suddenly rises, the dark clouds turn upside down, and the wind blows the loess to crack.
Ruins and broken walls-a desolate scene
The dead leaves of pine and cypress fall.
Even the sky around Kyoto is burning.
Bones are violent in the wild.
The soldiers never came back.
The shame of Jingkang is fresh in my memory.
Anger, only for heroes.
Tolerance and hatred
Heroes in the Song Dynasty competed with each other.
How many people can know?
Sigh a picture of the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, full of eternal beauty and struggle.