Modern poetry of the tree
Very determined, Genhui.
Go deep into the thick fertile soil
A steady stream of nutrition
Will make the trunk persistent pursuit
Uphill All the Way
Lofty ideal
Will hold high the green flag
Step by step close to the sky
Graphics that never move
Pour out a faithful and unchanging belief.
Sometimes even the birds are moved.
Call friends and lovers to play on him.
Build another new love nest
Then the rain stopped.
The sun smoothed his green feathers.
Welcome to the next season
windstorm
Modern Poetry of Trees 2 South is a poor epiphytic tree of mine.
In the south, I have a broken rib that was climbed by a witch.
The other bone is covered with wild flowers of young girls.
For example, I put my hand into the rain to wash my hands.
The ancient legend of peanut planting grass.
Peach blossom love letter, hot horse mixed with sadness and joy.
Darkness wraps your soft body and matures.
Tears clung to the prince's rich happiness and melancholy.
Epiphytes climb the sad map of the past.
Epiphytic tree, the princess in September occupied my territory
The wolf was furious at the full moon soaked in bones.
In a rage, I whipped the loneliness of a suicide drinker.
Modern Poems of Trees III. I am the son of a tree.
Bloom on your branches
As white as cotton
Decorate your beauty
Set off the pride of this city.
I am the faith of the tree.
Bloom at the tip of your hair
Smooth as silk.
With your blessing.
The promise of the earth
wait for
clear and boundless sky
A breezy day.
Struggling and bound shoulders
The endless release of self
When the wind swings in the free sky
Let the wind blow me far away
I'm not afraid of violent collisions.
I was not hurt when I was angry.
My companion is the same as me.
We swayed in the wind.
We were dazzled in the air.
Like snow in June
Wandering all over the sky
Like dandelion seeds
Fly freely
Kiss your forehead once in a while
Stay on his shoulders occasionally.
Or tired at some point.
The wind has calmed down.
Find a quiet place to land.
Wait for the next flight.
Or find a clean place.
Buried by fallen leaves
Or fall on both sides of the road.
A carpet disguised as a solid color
Let go in a hurry
Modern Poems of Trees 4. I am a tree by the roadside.
I can only look at the sky overhead.
I can only look at the mountains in the distance.
Silently guarding that copy
No one can know the feelings.
If a gust of wind blows.
I will be filled with emotion.
Although I know you can only stop for a minute.
But thank you for coming.
If a bird flies by.
I will be very happy.
Although I know you can only stop for a minute.
But I still appreciate the happiness you brought me.
If a pedestrian passes by.
I will look forward to it quietly.
Although I know you can only stop for a minute.
But I am still grateful for the arrangement that fate has given me.
I am a tree by the roadside.
Can only give you affection in your eyes.
I can only give you the blessing in your heart.
Silently guarding that copy
Once unforgettable true love
The Tree of Modern Poetry 5 One day, I will become a tree:
My hair turned into leaves; Two legs became roots;
Two arms and fingers turned into branches; Ten toes became roots,
Stretch in the soil and absorb nutrients and water.
One day, I will become a tree.
I may have some very fragrant white flowers,
Bear a few red fruits, which will prolong your life.
But I don't breed, I don't breed, I'm an exception.
I may grow taller, taller than I am now, almost like an ordinary tree.
Not a dwarf tree, nor a towering old tree.
I will never be transplanted to Eden,
Because I am a tree that God doesn't like.
Modern Poems of Tree 6 _ _ _ _ _ Reflections on the Wind
suddenly
The whole forest in Irtysh is green.
In a few days.
Will make the vast Gobi on both sides of the northern river
Smell the summer deeply.
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A few wild and unruly winds
Make farmers full of hope. Chunmiao
Watching it be uprooted.
Accompanied by sadness and helplessness
People replant seedlings.
Even pack up and give up completely.
This wind
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Let the wind of hope rise
It also completely shattered the wind of hope
The wind that makes people feel mixed.
The wind with changed temperament!
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Although I seldom go to the fields.
Although many people are just busy in the city.
But this sad wind
From beginning to end, I was teasing everyone's nerves.
This nasty wind!
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This is from the North Atlantic.
Crossing the European plain with seagulls
Climb the Urals with geese.
Floating through the Siberian forest with seeds
Take raindrops through the western pass of Altai Mountain.
As violent as Apollo, the sun god.
This mutated blue planet
A worrying westerly wind!
The Modern Poem of Tree 7 ———————————————————————————————————————————— Real Footprints.
What I unloaded today is soy sauce vinegar.
It's far away and needs a cart.
It took four hours very slowly.
There is also a car.
The old me and I chose to give up.
It's not that I'm too lazy to unload.
It is not that I don't love money.
It's just too far
Thirty dollars a ton is unreasonable.
Because I don't want to unload this season
It's time to have a rest.
Why are you so persistent? You should have a rest when you need it.
Have a cup of strong tea and watch TV.
Nourish the spirit and relax the nerves
Do something that relaxes muscles and benefits qi appropriately.
Just make a vegetable money.
People this thing.
Stay away from money
You're more like a person.
Gentle and polite
Fall into the mire of interests
Angry-looks fierce
The nature of animals is exposed.
Don't you want to live more like a person?
Freedom covers the body with ideals?
Regardless of reputation or status.
Regardless of wealth, just for the sake of mood.
Pursuing your dream day?
Some people say wait until I have money.
When is the money?
When is the sign of success?
Alas, most people are slaves to reality.
Most people live in the eyes of reality.
Let's boldly step out of other people's eyes.
Live the long-awaited truth.
We have lived long enough to wake up.
It is not too late.
Those inspirational stories told by the teacher
It's all nonsense. I don't want to hear it
I didn't understand until now.
Little people, ants on the earth
What the hell do you want!
Inuit living in the polar circle
In such a harsh environment
Almost dying person
Even the remaining pieces of meat will reach everyone's palm.
No exploitation, never stingy with property.
Everyone is sincere and everyone is a genius.
Being able to sing and dance is the real master of craftsmanship.
The word teacher has never existed in that environment.
In our superior environment,
Most people are deceiving themselves.
Adults sing high-profile sermons to fools.
His own greedy eyes sparkled in the dark!
Marquez's Centennial Loneliness
Magic Realism
There is not much magic and philosophy.
Just tell the truth
Point the finger at our messy hearts
Marquez won the highest prize.
It also won the cold eyes of family members and the eyes of relatives.
The hypocrisy of the civilized world
How chilling!
Therefore, they often remain silent.
I don't like funny bird talk on TV.
Go straight to the desolate and bleak Woods
Touch rough bark
Through the dense willow forest on the sandbar
Take a deep breath and look back.
Skew footprints were left on the ice and snow.
Modern Poetry of Trees 8 Hibernation
In the dead of night
Suddenly remembered the word hibernation.
you said
If only people could hibernate.
All the people don't eat or move.
How much energy should be saved and how much pollution should be reduced
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Nature needs rest and adjustment.
Dude, you're developing too fast.
Please give nature some time.
Give him a rest.
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Show the blue sky again
Re-purify the polluted air
Let the grass on the grassland exceed the horn of the bull.
Let the desert return to the green space that covers the sky.
Let all the rivers fill again.
Passionate about the blue sky
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then
People woke up from hibernation again.
Let's wait and see.
There are lush trees everywhere.
Birds are singing at the top of the tree.
Let's talk (or you and me) in private.
Looking at each other in a happy mood
In rags, tears streaming down her face.
Don't like worn-out clothes.
Just because the world is so fresh!
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Is this a dream or a reality?
I feel particularly painful now.
Although there is a computer
Express your feelings quickly, conveniently and easily.
Even for a second, let the whole world know
But this is a heavy heart!
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In that lush and fresh dream
I work hard in the fields.
After the willow elm in front of the peach and plum door.
A small river flows slowly.
You can drink whatever you want.
I don't need a computer.
I don't need anyone to remember me.
Enjoy this good solar term.
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
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late night
I'm awake
Suddenly, I thought of the word hibernation absurdly.
I should understand the modern poem 9 of the tree
You no longer have any illusions about me.
Because I said goodbye to your smile with tears in my eyes.
I'm lost.
Who captured the soul and made you feel the same with others?
What can I do to make you change your mind?
Winter comes and summer goes, and spring goes to Qiu Lai.
You are really a mistake.
Hurriedly set foot on the broken heart river.
You sing loudly and smile back.
Spring is as deep as the sea, shining on me.
Good times, goodbye.
The turmoil and chaos of war
Dream shadow feather recalls in time and space and darkness
The interwoven place disappeared without a trace.
Everything depends on your singing and laughter.
Just to win your love.
Mourn the shadow, how can you?
Do you know?
Old rain and new rain, things are different.
Rhododendrons bloom season after season.
Water willow dances every year.
I am back, but you are far away.
How many times can you run counter to it?
I'm afraid not. I don't think so.
I finally understand.
You are my attachment in the shade for a moment.
Come too early and go too early.
May two hearts never meet again.
Two feelings no longer like each other.
I continue my journey of fighting for my dream.
You continue your dream journey.
The clouds are light and the wind is light.
Peach red and willow green, Yunxing Xia Wei.
So safe!
Modern Poetry of Trees 10 I am a small tree growing on a roadside fence.
The soil and rain here can't stay,
I had to take root in a crack in the brick wall.
I craned my neck to grow,
Lift the bent branches and heads.
As long as the sun doesn't dry me,
I'll try my best to send oxygen.
But people passing by,
Always dismissive of me;
Seeing people despise me,
It seems to be counting my faults in spring, summer, autumn and winter:
In early spring,
People laugh at me for not being stupid or smart,
Leaves can't compose a chapter of bright green music:
In the hot summer,
People criticized me for not shading,
Roots can't make deep songs;
In autumn,
People accuse me of being useless,
You can't bear a sweet fruit in a year;
In the cold winter,
People cursed me for not being able to resist the strong wind,
Never put up a flag.
Thinking about people's accusations and curses against me,
My heart is really bitter,
I really want to pull passers-by to ask:
Have you ever considered,
In such an environment,
How can a small tree grow and survive?