Walking alone on the way to school,

Put the noisy road,

Imagine a golden wheat field.

Close your eyes.

Enjoy the warm sunshine.

I like ...

Walking in the golden wheat field,

Watching the sun go down bit by bit,

Look at the shadow getting higher and higher.

look into the sky

That beautiful rosy clouds.

I like ...

Walking in the golden wheat field,

A breeze blew,

I feel cooler than ever.

passionately

Feel the wind breathing.

I like ...

Walking in the golden wheat fields.

"drop!"

I opened my eyes and found.

This is not a golden wheat field,

But a noisy street.

I like modern poetry. There are fewer people in the garden.

A river full of white fog and gray moonlight.

Vaguely mixed together.

Everything in front of me has changed for a long time.

The voice also became silent.

But she and I were still standing by the river.

A small boat staggered by.

The crown of the tree and the people rocking the boat are dizzy.

Covered with a layer of green frosty moonlight

Ships on the river glow one after another.

Always flashing in the secret

It means they are still shaking in the water.

The little girl rocking the boat holds the ray.

As the dark tide rises,

Looking at the moon, singing vaguely.

But she and I were still standing by the river.

All the lights in the garden are on.

The one on her head.

According to our shadow

Long grass

Yellow leaves walk slowly on the road.

They all stood up to discuss and get together.

immobility

I think I should say something to her.

Tell her what?

What should I say to her?

A sudden gust of wind blew some of her hair on her face.

I want to take it to her temple.

Last year and the year before last today.

I don't remember.

Next year, the year after, even today every year.

I will never forget it.

Remember what?

Garden? The moon?

The little girl rocked the boat.

I like Modern Poetry 3 (1)

I like to watch gardenias bloom.

Small white and soft clouds.

Wrap me in a wisp of incense.

I can't find myself.

But this is just the scenery in the basin.

If we can reach the hillside full of gardenias.

I must put summer in my temple.

Then, look at the colorful clouds in the sky.

Look at them, reserved.

Hold your white tightly in the world.

(2)

I stand in the middle of a river.

Wash my long hair with three thousand weak water.

The river close to my skin is mine.

The cool river wind is mine.

The stone laid on the bottom of the river is mine.

The slight pain in the soles of the feet is mine.

Inner peace is mine.

The wild flowers on the shore waved to me.

Want me to see the affection between their eyebrows.

Push and squeeze. Tell me their names.

I said stop squeezing.

Tonight, I must sleep with flowers on my pillow.

(3)

Not just a daughter.

Flower skirts and ice cream are also my yearning.

I mashed henna.

Covered my daughter and my toenails.

I want to hold my lover's hand through the thick green veil

Directly planted to a large area of sorghum.

I collect the softness of clouds.

Captured Zhuang Zhou butterfly and Liang Zhu butterfly.

Those beautiful wings

I like to hold up the night with a pen.

Time is short, time is long.

Rise a full moon in front of us

Let's drink our cups.

I like modern poetry. I like National Day.

From the heart, without any impurities.

It doesn't mix water, just like pure Telunsu.

From the authentic Inner Mongolia prairie

Broad and fresh

I like the National Day

Because this country is too big, I can't touch the north.

Because I can't count the chickens and farts.

Because, for those poor brothers, there is a lot of money.

But also because of the lingering fragrance of wine and cigarettes.

You see, Wuliangye, safflower lang, Guojiao 1573, Maotai.

There is also a smell of Huangshan, where white sand dances with cranes, dazzling and vast.

I like the National Day

Just a little wish.

Thanks to the country and the government for seven days.

Customers don't ask, and leaders don't care.

Put all indicators aside for the time being.

I sat in front of the TV.

Look at the people of the whole country on the road, shoulder to shoulder.

Show the world

I'm rich, I'm rich, and people make more money.

I like the National Day

When people flocked out of town

I rushed in along the wide avenue.

A person, leisurely walking in the street.

One person, take the subway, from one end to the other.

As if the whole city was built for me.

Flower city square, one person occupies a stool.

You can count the floors of the west tower, and no one is watching.

Like the bowl in my cupboard.

I like the National Day

Because I like this wonderful world.

I like modern poetry. I like it.

Just like the sunset every day, looking forward to the happiness of another dawn.

I never express it.

Just like this stream, it never tells quicksand where it is going.

I like it.

I like sitting alone on the beach and enjoying the meteors in the night sky.

Look at the trace it left in the sky.

That may be happiness or happiness.

I pursue, but I never strive for it.

I'm afraid this night sky doesn't belong to me.

I like it.

I like the arrival of dragonflies on the calm river.

I like the sparkling river in the hot sun.

Maybe it's there, and only there.

Have the happiness I am looking for!

I like it.

Just stand behind me silently.

You'll never look back.

I think! But still stand where you are.

Maybe I just like it.

But I can't touch Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

I like it.

I like to write my own poems by myself.

Maybe it's not a poem, just telling your heart.

That's it. I like it.

But you don't know the darkness this night brings.

The happiness expected by this poem

I like modern poem 6 because you don't like me.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

I often see the meaning of your space.

Just want to know your latest situation.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

Why do I often send you text messages?

I miss you at the moment.

But I've been thinking about you.

I just miss you most at the moment.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

Why do I know you so well?

Because of everything you have, even what you ate early.

This is important to me, too.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

Who are you with?

This is a struggle for me.

I will speculate and get angry.

Even if we have nothing to do with each other.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

You don't care about a word.

Why do I care so much?

That's not what I care about.

I care about your people.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know what I typed.

Then you are busy!

When I don't bother.

Inner entanglement

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know that all my information is stored in my mobile phone.

When you are unhappy, you look unconsciously and giggle.

Because it feels like you're around.

Comfort yourself?

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know

You are hot and cold to me.

Always make me unconsciously controlled by you.

Generally sweet, half sad.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

Why am I always angry with you?

Like a person.

And gave him the right to hurt me.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know

In the days when I lost your information

How depressed I am.

I'm afraid of losing you.

Because you don't like me.

So you won't think of me when you are lonely.

I miss you all the time.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know

How much you mean to me.

I also know that/I know that too.

I am very small in your eyes.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know

QQ avatar only shines for you.

Just for you. I'm on the line

Even if sometimes you are invisible or leave,

Maybe to wait for someone else's head to light up.

I think it's worth it, too

Because you don't like me.

So you won't pay attention to my space,

What changes have taken place in the school?

But you just have to open it once in a while.

All this has nothing to do with you.

I'll watch it for you

Feel both excited and nervous.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

QQ signature,

The state of school just changed my mood for you.

I will always write only for you.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know

When you insist on liking someone.

I'm also insisting on my insistence.

Been waiting for you here.

Because you don't like me.

So you don't know

I am waiting for your concern.

But when I close my heart

Because you don't like me.

So you don't understand.

Your every move means something to me.

They're all batons

Control my mood and life.

You didn't notice me.

Never cared about me.

I didn't even know that I had been giving myself silently.

Because you have never understood that the original text is the same as my life experience, so I can only continue to write.

I like you.

You don't like me.

But for some reason,

I didn't tell you that I like you.

I silently endured the stabbing pain.

That we can't think seriously together.

This reason is not terrible.

As long as you have your own heart and work hard.

There's nothing you can't get.

I like modern poetry. Bottle after bottle has great endurance at night.

Slowly, a face of drunkenness emerged.

Drunk people, sober hearts.

The noisy city became silent at the speed of taxis.

I am like a small tree in the valley.

I am like a small tree,

I met you at your most beautiful time.

I am happy when you are happy, and I am also crying when you are crying.

I am sad for your sadness, and I smile for your smile.

My love for you is my growing strength.

On the windy river, friction and collision produce sparks.

So it left blood and pain.

I didn't shout!

Because in the moonlight, I will see your smile bloom again.

Outside the world, clear water is long,

Your eyes are warm moonlight.

At this moment,

Exhausted inspiration can no longer distort a passionate word,

But I still want to write.

In this life, you are a lone star and I am a wolf.

At that time, you were a fairy and I was a demon.

In this life, you are a girl and I am a tree.

I like that I am a tree, guarding you,

A calm life, a sacred life.