Who can help me write a modern poem? Write a modern poem.

Once. Look up at the starry sky.

Look back in time.

Once. I've read a lot of poetry.

Always sigh alone.

See. The night sky was scratched.

Maybe. We're separated.

I also want to go over and look for it.

But I'm also afraid of the end result.

Everything dissipates with the wind.

I used to dream.

If I were a shooting star.

I also want to pierce the night sky.

Run towards your ideals.

I've thought about flying to you, too.

But I know it's just imagination.

I guess if I'm a shooting star.

I'm not going to fly to you.

I just want to be in my starry circle.

When. You'll look up at me.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Because. Starshattering Coast Spiral can get your attention.

Stars shatter and spin.

If I'm gone, don't be sad.

In the romantic Garden of Eden, there is still the lingering fragrance of our hand-holding.

If I'm gone, don't be sad.

This strange city once recorded my down-and-out hesitation.

If I'm gone, don't be sad.

My fragile shoulders, how can I bear your dream of flying.

If I'm gone, don't be sad.

The boat of life, we have all worked hard to rock.

If I'm gone, don't be sad.

The wind and rain of fate have long broken my wings.

The old things of the dust, the aftermath of the setting sun, just like the flowing water in front of the court, silently flow to the distance, to the distance.

Do you understand me? Love you love so tired ...

Do you understand me? Love you love so tired ...

When you succumb to the pressure of your parents, I choose to wave my sleeves and leave in style, I don't want you to fall into contradictions, there is no choice, everyone betrays relatives, you don't know, I didn't take away the clouds, but took away the tears of blood in the clouds...

Do you understand me? Love you love so tired ...

When you want to choose to give up facing the pressure, I choose to face the pain in my heart alone, I have made myself a strong person, sheltering you from the ups and downs outside, you don't know, I am just an ordinary little woman in the world, I also need solid arms...

Do you understand me? Love you love so tired ...

When you have a new shore, I will choose Zang Tianshuo's "Friend" to sing and go, when the wind and waves come, I will give you the warmest harbor, you will sail, I will blow the wind wings for you, you don't know, you continue your voyage, has been in my sight...

Do you understand me? Love you love so tired ...

For countless days and nights, I closed the door of my heart alone and counted the teardrops in my eyes.

Lose yourself in the mundane trivialities, and pursue the memory of love in the vast sea of people.

You don't know, there is a person who is slowly engraved in the story of your afternoon sunshine...

Autumn heart through spring and summer.

Autumn heart gradually turned into sorrow.

Tear and spill. The clouds set the ground.

The wind blows and turns into a torrential autumn rain.

Wet the distant mountains. Paint a misty autumn face.

Red maple dance. Xiao sparse the emerald color.

The intention has been lost. A pool of still water.

Emaciation and removal. The field of Bihe is gone.

The sky is getting bluer.

The line of sight can be seen far away.

A kite string.

Hold on to my thoughts.

The bond of the heart fluttering with the dance.

Unintentionally burst into tears.

Where to be sorrowful. It's a long time to leave people's hearts.

The wind cooled the night. In the silence of the morning.

Pick up the last piece.

The loneliness of the leaves. The dust blurred his eyes.

Soaring clouds. Abundance loses fullness.

The last cry.

Frost condensation. The rain hates the clouds.

Thousands of miles of twilight and autumn cold.

Expect the snow to cover up the withering.

Brilliant spring.

Gradually, childhood is far away from me, how I miss it, the past of childhood.

I still remember the hazy memories of my childhood, singing and laughing in the morning glow, chasing and playing in the twilight clouds, always wanting to pluck the moon in the treetops, always wanting to treasure the stars in the sky, how strange and strange my childhood thoughts were.

They are all so innocent and naughty, they are all so innocent and naughty, they all have their own little secrets, and they all have their own hearts.

As the years go by, people grow up, and the old friends go their own ways to make a living, and walk in the vast sea of people.