far and near
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
-
A faint hope
Me and countless
Non-hatching pebble
Yiqilei
Blue rivers and streams are crawling.
Swallow us
Then spit it out quietly.
Nothing else
I just hope the grass can be extended.
Its shadow
-
A generation
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
-
Yuhang
Cloudy gray
I can't wash it clean anymore.
We open our umbrellas.
Simply blacken the sky
In the slowly drifting night
There are two pairs of binary stars.
There seems to be no orbital determination.
It's just when it's far away and near ...
-
bubble
Two free blisters.
Rise from the depths of the ocean of dreams ...
Hazy silver fog
Gone With The Wind
I am like a child.
Catch you and get blurred.
Blowing bubbles in vain.
Back to the land of reality
-
feel
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
2. Modern and beautiful poems write chapters-Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
After the rain
Author: Xi Murong
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Shu Ting's < & To the oak tree >>
If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;
/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain
No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;
/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems.
/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,
/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning;
/We share fog and rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.
/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.
I hope to adopt.
3. What are the invitations for the beautiful poems of modern poetry?
Shall we go to see the fireworks?
Look over there.
How to regenerate flowers among flowers
How to reproduce the dream in the dream
Let's walk side by side through the desolate banks and look up at the sky.
The ecstasy and pain of life
At this moment.
Like fireworks
Suddenly had a dream.
The woman waded into the river to pick hibiscus.
Just yesterday.
And thousands of years of floating clouds on the river
Only a few anonymous poems were left.
therefore
What's wrong with me today
What's the difference
Things that used to make me cry like that.
In retrospect,
just
Suddenly had a dream.
After Qiu Lai.
-history is just an accidental record again and again. Poetry is the love that is redeemed for this.
When the moonlight comes to cover the mountain road when you come.
I hope you can believe it.
I have recovered from the idea of running away.
Self-modification, anonymity, the edge of all kinds of desires
A confused heart begged for mercy.
A story that can't last after all kinds of changes.
Since the world is absolutely gentle and sharp.
No one in Qiu Lai understands this better than I do.
There are always some sparse forests that will lose all their leaves.
There are always some dreams to be buried, and there are always some lives.
Insist on changing colors and textures in the shadows alone.
I will remember your warning.
From then on, strictly observe the distance between wait-and-see and imagination
Never delve into the incident again.
A river that doesn't touch sadness won't pick the fruit of regret.
When the moonlight covers the mountain road you left again.
I don't know if you want to believe it.
But I really recovered and learned.
Stop defending the truth and let it disappear like a leaf.
And constantly abridge those unnecessary worries.
(Dead branches of meaningless white skin on the road ahead)
In the years after the Qiu Lai incident, I
Can almost be mistaken for
Desperate and optimistic woman
4. The most beautiful modern poems are far and near. You look at me for a while and at the clouds for a while. I think you're looking at me from a distance. Look at the clouds. The alley is long and winding. There are no doors or windows. I knocked on the thick wall with an old key, had many dreams and made noise at dusk.
The current dream squeezes out the previous one, and the latter one drives out the previous one. The dream before going is as black as ink, and the dream after going is as black as ink; It's like saying, "Look, I look good."
The color is good, but I don't know; I don't know. Who are you? I don't know. I have a fever and a headache. You come, you come! A clear dream.
It is predicted that the day of beating will finally come. Your sighing footsteps approach at night, and I can clearly hear that it is not the whisper of forest leaves and the night wind, but the thin hoof of elk and deer crossing the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your silvery voice, are you the predicted young god? As soon as you come from the warm and gloomy south, tell me about the colors of the moon and sunshine, how the spring breeze blows away the flowers, and how Yanzi is infatuated with Populus davidiana. I will fall asleep in your dreamlike singing with my eyes closed. I seem to remember that warmth and forget it.
Please stop, stop your long-distance running, come in and sit on this tiger mattress! Let me burn the fallen leaves picked up every autumn, and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice, which will make the fire look gloomy and high, and the fire tells the life of the fallen leaves. Don't go any further. There is an endless forest ahead. The ancient trees are dotted with wild animals, and the half-dead vines, pythons and snakes are intertwined. There is not a star in the dense leaves. You will be afraid to let go of the second step when you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to leave? When I walk with you, I know every smooth road. I can keep singing songs that I am tired of listening to, and then give them to you, giving them the warmth in your hand. When the darkness of night blocks us, you can look into my eyes without turning your eyes.
You didn't listen to my excited song, your feet didn't stop because of my trembling, like a quiet breeze drifting through this yellow fog, losing your proud footsteps ... Oh, young God, did you finally come and go silently as predicted? The breeze bursts with endless loneliness and drizzle. God is crying for me, perched on the edge of drunkenness and dreams, perched on the abyss of love and hate. The sad heart of the glass is always unwilling to be touched until it begins to stay away from everything. Don't blame me for not being active. In fact, I can't afford to play with that lonely wanderer. The dream of glass thinking is far away and near, and the emerging love is empty. The Infiltrator's love always needs no tears. Indulgence after lingering is doomed to finish. In the end, waiting back and forth only hurts yourself. There is only one person wandering back and forth, wandering alone, watching your back every day, always silently waiting for you to turn back. There is no reason to pester you, and there is no luxury. I just want to be with you, no matter how long, even if it's just a friend, listening to the freedom she gives you is enough. I like these songs very much.
5. There must be something like a song that I don't understand in the andante of Modern Beauty Poetry 1 Murong. Otherwise, plants and birds can grow in order and fly back to their hometown. There must be something I can't do. Otherwise, how can the alternation of day and night be so fast? All the moments missed the sadness. There must be something in my heart that I must give up after the leaves fall. It was the day when I was sixteen. Remember those beautiful secrets that I have hidden all my life. 2. How did a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing in the sunshine of your only way, which was the hope of my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, but when you finally ignore it. Walking past a friend who falls behind you, that's not a petal, that's my withered heart. 3 Xu Zhimo inadvertently I am a cloud in the sky, which occasionally projects on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappears in a blink of an eye.
You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! 4 "To Oak" If I love you-never like climbing Campbell, show off with your high branches: If I love you-never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day.
Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree.
Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We share the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and here is loyalty: not only love your stalwart body, but also love your persistent position and the land under your feet. Hope to adopt ~.
6. Modern Beauty Poem 1 Murong's Andante as a Song
There must be something.
I don't understand.
Otherwise, how can vegetation
Continuous growth
Houniao can fly back to his hometown.
There must be something.
There's nothing I can do.
How can day and night alternate?
So fast, all the time
I missed the sadness and eroded my heart.
There must be something behind the fallen leaves.
I had to give up.
This is my diary when I was sixteen.
Or have I been hiding it all my life?
Those beautiful mountains and lilies
secret
Flowering trees.
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
3 Xu Zhimo accident
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
4 "To the Oak"
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We share haze, rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
Hope to adopt ~
7. A beautiful modern poem is a kind of beauty that blooms in the winter rain.
"Dream drunk, no tears in the rain. It has never been a thousand days, and the number of years has fallen. "
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I woke up one night, surrounded by cold windows and pushed away the mist. I saw you hiding in the clouds and secretly crying for a long time.
You, the cold winter rain, broke my thoughts; Standing in front of the window for a long time is bound to extend the vague and old memory in my heart. Emotional encounters, emotional flying groups, and affectionate flying rain fall one place after another; The ripples of dreams turned into the beauty of the soft wind in the skirt, which affected my mood; Meeting your silent mystery, the water is beautiful; Only in this way can we deduce the deep feeling of holding hands; The dribs and drabs of the past doomed the continuation of your true feelings in this life. But now, everything has gone with the wind, leaving only the sad tears of winter rain.
You, the cold winter rain, have faded away the glitz and beauty of the world. The silence of wind and frost does not mean that the ancient bell tower is silently narrating; Have you forgotten my tenderness? The poem of who will cut the candle at the west window together has turned into a distant and beautiful memory: the sadness of falling leaves and flowers has been put away by the sincere infatuation of running water; Youth has turned into a mature charm, and your love has become a distant beauty in the fireworks on the other side, which will be buried in my memory forever. ...
You, the cold winter rain, hid the sad memories of your lover. The pursuit of the Millennium, standing in the drizzle, attracted the gentle coverage of the flower umbrella; The beauty beyond words is like a fragrant lotus, trusting the envy of Fang qun; A faint smile soothes the cold silence in my heart with warm jade hands; Charming pen and ink point out the true meaning of sincerity, softness, sadness and kindness on sentimental rice paper ... A thousand years' memory has created the beauty of love.
You, the cold winter rain, are the heartbreaking tears of spoony people. The withered beauty left on the tree is like a butterfly suddenly frightened by you, like a broken dream, forgotten by the ruthless wind and recalled in the corner of love. Sad you, sad me, are interpreting Liang Zhu's sad past. On the other side, your beauty is like a sunset in the world of mortals, struggling desperately to show your inner despair and gentleness. Ruthless wind and rain, sad tears, sing a piece of fascinating legendary experience in the past.
You, the cold winter rain, are a silent memory, hiding the affection of everything in the world. Feelings of high mountains and flowing water; The kindness of burying flowers in autumn leaves; The deep meaning of falling out of the water; ..... the melancholy beauty that is constantly being revised and rewritten. Winter rain saw it, and winter rain heard it. She was moved to secretly shed tears for this sincere dedication and infatuation. Yes, only winter rain can understand the profound meaning. Who can understand the people who come out? Human geometry? "Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to be committed to life and death ..."; Looking for you in my dream, suddenly looking back, you are on the other side of the lamp. ...
You, the cold winter rain, moistened my lost years; Tears that touched my disappointment; Sigh my helplessness and levity; Vicissitudes have changed my long-lost beauty; I am eager to see through my sleeping past ... a series of vague and clear residual memories have made my eyes gush with tender pearls and jade; I can't tell which is winter rain and which is tears. "Things are different, tears flow first", the beauty of this Millennium, the winter rain of this Millennium, I do not know how many people's thoughts have awakened, lingering, and how many people's memories are hidden in the humidity. ...
I would like to turn into tears of winter rain to soak up the beauty in the distance. ...
8. Find some beautiful modern poems and choose your own topic.
Under the blue sky, our dreams are flying
One hundred easily embodies our childhood dreams.
The rainbow jumps over white clothes.
Our laughter resounded through the sky.
On a dream boat
Rippling on the light waves of English
Baiyi, we weave a net with joy.
Connect friends from all corners of the country
Holding a flower basket in his hand
Full of happiness and childhood.
White clothes have no fragrance of flowers at all.
There is no fragrance of green leaves.
But he has our beautiful laughter.
A few days before our childhood and dreams, I read such a poem in [Spring Bar] entitled "Going out of winter and looking forward to spring". The whole poem is as follows:
Go out of winter and look forward to spring.
I left this spring.
My heart was forgotten last winter.
At the beginning of apricot blossom rain
Miss the oil-paper umbrella I put up for you.
Catkin blows with the wind
Unforgettable misplacement of colorful kites
At the beginning, I enjoyed peach blossoms together.
Nowadays, people are scattered with a sigh.
why
Singing in the sound of silver flute
always
Touching you makes me sad.
Since you are cruel to leave
I shouldn't have waited for you to come back
Youyou ancient clock
Do you know the dream that woke me up?
Cong cong Jiang gan shui
Can you remember me wandering alone?
A heart is frozen by the cold of winter.
Sorrow sprouted in warm spring.
You're gone
It was freezing, and all hopes were dashed.
I look forward to it.
Red flowers and green grass are full of spring.
Out of context-Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
After the rain
Author: Xi Murong
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.