Modern Poetry: No

Modern Poetry: No 1

I don’t want the honor given by spring,

I don’t want the harvest given by autumn.

I don’t have the enthusiasm that summer brings,

I don’t have the cold snap that winter gives.

I don’t want to stand at a high place,

Even so,

I can see further,

The wind no longer roars.

I don’t want to fly into the sky,

Let the envious deer,

, only raise its head to touch me.

I have no intention of becoming strong.

With a fleeting physical strength,

I can clearly smash mountains and rivers to pieces.

I have no intention of being pretty,

With just a moment of turning my head,

I can charm everyone and make them all intoxicated by me.

I don’t want to be inexplicably gentle,

Hold me in your arms when I am weak.

I don’t want to praise you in vain,

When I have overwhelming momentum, let them add another layer of waves to me.

I have no intention of accompanying you.

Even in the cold desert, you can still see the beauty of being alone.

I have no intention of being lucky,

Even on a flat path, you can still see some blood stains.

I don’t want to sing to you,

I don’t want to say love words to you.

I don’t want chanted hymns,

I don’t want made-up smiles.

I don’t care about the strange flowers blooming on the earth,

I don’t care about the birds flying in the sky.

I don’t want the couples in the books,

I don’t want the friendship broken between the words.

This is me,

A clean dust,

A quiet gem.

I neither want to be discovered in front of the light, nor do I want to be gently caressed by Hong Xiang on her fingers. Modern Poetry: No 2

If you love me,

Please don’t always think about registering marriage with me.

What does that engagement contract mean?

Can it prove that I love you?

My love does not need proof

Because I have no conditions for you.

So, if you love me,

Please don’t drag me to register for marriage.

What does that piece of engagement paper represent?

Can it prove that we can love forever?

I hope forever,

But who can predict what the future will bring?

Everything in the world is unpredictable. What can a marriage contract really affect?

So, if you love me,

Please stay with me quietly.

Let go of your expectations for the marriage certificate.

Please don’t always prepare to give birth to a child for me.

There is no need to always rush to destroy your slim waist.

Loving me is not such a difficult task.

Love is very simple, I just want to stay with you.

No noise, no demands, no restrictions.

Just respect, trust, and freedom.

Love me, it’s that simple

Give your body to the earth

Give your blood to the flowing water

Give your passionate breath to the fire

Confess my thoughts to Qingfeng

When we are old

Let’s return to our hometown together

If you know this kind of love< /p>

Please forget about that marriage certificate from now on

Stay quietly with me Modern Poetry: No 3

It doesn’t matter

It’s easy to say

It really doesn’t matter

I want to get a lot

Everything I get will say

“It’s the result of my hard work< /p>

My hard work has finally paid off.”

Is this really true?

Is it true that as long as you put in the effort, you will be rewarded?

I don’t think so.

Without your good luck

I no longer have the confidence I had before in everything

Since I have seen some things clearly

In fact, it is like that

It’s inherently unfair

I spent a year in college

Think about it

Nothing

Empty

We all know that time cannot be turned back

We are still praying to go back to the past

The harder it is to get, the more we yearn for it

Don’t cherish what is around you

We all know regret after losing it

Then we hope to go back to the past

Is this life?

Life So tired

Some things are changing

Some things are persisting

Persistence with all your heart will stop everything

What you want is passing< /p>

What you get is superfluous

Everything is not what you want

Although the situation is changing

How long will it take to be with me< /p>

There is no such thing as the decay of time

There is only the ravage of time

No need to say it many times

The truth is very simple

There is only one The answer

Just understand

If I were to die

I wouldn’t be afraid

Because compared to death

What I am more afraid of is now

People are really selfish

I want to forget that person

But I don’t want to be forgotten by that person< /p>

But life is really unreasonable

I have not forgotten that person

That person has forgotten me

……

In fact

There is always someone waiting for you

Standing at the place where you can see it as soon as you look back

What a pity

People often stubbornly believe that happiness

must be in front of you

Is it in front of you? Modern Poetry: Not 4

It is a hasty beginning,

It is a tortuous development,

It is a fiery climax,

It is happiness ending.

In that ancient autumn day that will never come back

For the first time, I wrote four words for you

Although I didn’t know it at first It means

But I know there is a typo

Because you like

I wrote a wrong word at the beginning

I also wrote the wrong words about our first meeting when we were young

Because my calligraphy is not good

I scrawled this word at the beginning

I also scrawled out our hasty words. At the beginning

As time passed slowly

I gradually understood its meaning

And I didn’t tell you

I I also like this stubborn word

I feel a sense of inexplicable happiness

I am glad that it can represent our stubborn character

I am even more glad that it has become a kind of stubborn word. Special power

This power is like a magnet

Attracting me like a magnet

Let Lai Bu rush to ponder

Fiery Don’t worry about what to think about

What is right or wrong?

Just believe in your iron-clad intuition

I firmly believe that my intuition is not wrong

If it is wrong

It should be in ignorance Four years ago

No matter what, now

I will not regret my choice

Choose this stubborn life

The stubborn life is so beautiful

The beauty is intoxicating

The beauty makes people want to cry

Tears fall

The glitz and glamour Sliding down

Sliding down again and again

After sliding down, it was crushed into blades by the lonely wind

Cutting across again and again

Crossed my young and fragile heart

Is this called sad

Yes, it will become addicted again and again

I don’t know what happens after addiction At that time

He began to miss the slight pain

Especially in those old dusk

And those humid midnights

I don’t understand why it hurts so much.

It turns out that it is engraved deeper and deeper in my heart.

Impress it! Anyway, it is yours after all

Why don’t you just take it away now!

I really hope you can take it

Take it back to that ancient autumn and winter that will never come back

So I carefully put it into the poem

I dream that these futile words can be transferred to you

Oh, but I have forgotten

Forgot that you are not interested in poetry

And you finally forgot it in this desolation

Let the wild wind sweep it all over the ground

And I can only feel the lingering fragrance of chewing gum on the ground

p>

I am like a piece of wood that has been there for a long time

Then I bow my head and pick it up piece by piece

Hurrying to put it together with tears in my eyes

After putting it all together, I can dream again

I only remember the dream

In the dream, you looked back at me and smiled

That smile instantly comforted me. A heart full of holes

I was ecstatic

I crazily wrote these four vicissitudes of life

I also crazily wrote this long poem< /p>

Poetry in a dream

I fell into that bloody dream again

Your turn in the dream

I vaguely remember that turn was On a pale dusk a few days later

The figure that never looked back

If you look back at that time

, you will find something floating behind you

fall

The ground is covered

It’s not the dead autumn leaves

It’s not the faded spring red

It’s not the paper that wraps chewing gum

But It’s my withered heart

At this moment my ears touch the wet pillow

I no longer worry that my heart will wither

Because this bloody dream has been awakened< /p>

Because those four big characters are still intact

They are written on paper

They are also engraved in my heart

The book is given to you< /p>

I also wrote it to myself

With these four vicissitudes of words

It also changed our story

Postscript:

p>

It is a topic that can never be finished,

It is a tragicomedy that can never be played out,

It is an indelible trace,

It is an eternal memory. Modern Poetry: No 5

Young man,

Ideals are not empty talk,

It’s time to fight for your ideals.

Young man,

The responsibility is on your shoulders.

How can you shoulder this heavy responsibility if you don’t work hard?

Young man,

The people who love you are looking forward to you.

If you don’t work hard, what can you do to repay this expectation?

Young man,

If you don’t work hard, you are a young man.

Young man,

If you don’t work hard, there is no ideal.

Modern Poetry: No. 6

A delicate hand writes the Spring and Autumn Period, and a long song sings through the ages

——Inscription

If you love the fighting of the golden sword and the iron horse

Then get angry and shoot at the wolf with a halberd

If you love the story of the moon and the hoe

Then hide in the mountains and forests and drink wine in the sunset

/

Would Zhuangzhi be hungry and eat Hulu meat

Or be drinking wine in Dongli after dusk?

Do you want to be in the majestic pride of seeing all the mountains and small mountains?

Or do you want to indulge in the melancholy of not knowing the way back?

　 /

A young man’s ambition is hard to realize

Just go ahead with frivolity

A young man falls into confusion

Let Let's be frivolous to the fullest

/

Just as the journey is not to reach the end

, but to appreciate the fragrance of flowers and the setting sun

For example, growing up is not for the sake of wealth

But for the storm in youth, the sky will be clear

/ p>

Just watch the gold and iron horses without asking where the hegemon will go

Play a prosperous song and sigh for the red dust of a tree

Just feel the youth and frivolity without the results

　/

Youth

No frivolity

No youth! Modern Poetry: No 7

There was a moment of silence

Let me see myself clearly

I like the rain

Whether it rains or not Rain

My scalp covered with fleas

As dry as the wind and sun

Enchanting in my heart

I saw

Seeing the great shore falling into the horizon

Just like your silent back

Then there is silence

The night still comes so quietly

< p>You don’t know what I’m thinking

But I know the person behind the moon is you

Time is no longer lonely

Spring and summer are withered

p>

Autumn and winter are passing

Time is changing again and again

I finally got used to it

I finally lost my deep feelings

I should To release or not to release?

This problem has become a thing

You learned the tone of my voice

You stole my black pen

You suddenly appeared I have become a Buddha through self-cultivation

Then you are still you

The unique you

It’s just in my eyes

You have the ability to imitate others. Disgusting

I dare not say myself

But for me

The sky is too vast and boundless

And I am too Small and grainless

I neglected myself, so I don’t scold myself

But you are another world outside of me

I can’t help but see it You

Tat-tat-tidi

I love the rain

But I don’t like getting wet in the rain

That’s why I love you

< p> Don’t ask me why I like you

If it’s not unintentional

If it’s not untitled

No matter if it’s a thousand words or not

I’m silent Sound Modern Poetry: Bu 8

The past cannot be remembered, as if time has passed

The night is awake,

The dark moon is accompanying,

Counting the passing years,

It seems like a snap of a finger,

A few years have passed by in a hurry,

How many blessings have been achieved,

Passing clouds and smoke

,

Oh,

I once had no thoughts,

I am not greedy for beauty,

The peach blossoms are burning,

Any piece of love is acceptable,

Love,

Like the Yangtze River,

Eternal and unchanged,

Regardless of tomorrow,

< p>Even though the road ahead is changing rapidly,

Haha!

Now,

To Chou Mian,

Loneliness and sorrow are constant,

Love is like a lotus root with broken threads,

Heart-breaking Cracked lungs are lingering,

The lingering dream sparks a prairie fire,

It sets my life on fire,

It burns up my whole life...

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