Urgently looking for a modern poem, looking for a modern poem

Zangang City" Harbor City:

You're so charming.

Let me admire you for being so beautiful.

Let me be intoxicated, you are so moving.

Let me be ashamed that you are like a rose, so charming that you are like spring.

So energetic! I am proud, I am Chinese! 》

Among the myriad blue and brown eyes, I had jewel-like black eyes.

I am proud, I am Chinese!

Among the countless white ** and black **, I have the earth-like yellow **, I am proud, I am Chinese!

The spring of youth has been forgotten by whom.

Silently wear out.

The spring of the motherland is only something to look up to.

Hula swell.

The spring of the earth is gradually getting cooler.

Bright and sorrowful.

You are a light in my life, and I would like to burn you with my life!

Just to light the way forward for you, only to hold hands with you forever and never separate!

All happiness is happier because of your participation, all beauty is more beautiful because of your participation, and all life is more meaningful because of your participation!

Life is the process, death is the result!

You may never have the opportunity to change the outcome, but the process is your choice.

The beautiful process can make your results no longer pale, and any regrets will not affect your life!

We chose each other.

A chance to be friends.

A chance to be a lover.

A chance to be a loved one.

I want to hold hands with you, hold your hands, and never be separated!

Give you my warmth, give you my happiness, give you my dreams!

Hold your hands tightly.

Never separate!

Don't leave me, my life needs you to illuminate, I would like to use my life to ignite you, believe me!

Believe in yourself!

A clenched hand that will never be separated!

"Build a wall".

You and I must not blaspheme that word, and do not forget the oath we swore before God. I don't want your softest tenderness, like a banana clothes that will always wrap my heart; I want your love to be as strong as pure steel, and to build a wall in this flowing life; Let the autumn wind blow all the yellow leaves in the garden, Let the termites rot the painting wall for thousands of years; One day, a thunderbolt will overturn the universe,—— but it will not shake the freedom in the "wall of love" between you and me!

Dedication. Mountain, I do not praise thy strength, the sea, I do not sing of thy spaciousness, thy storms, I do not praise thy boundless might; But the little grass and flowers that struggle in the snow, The lonely widow who is blind by the roadside, The young swallows who burn to death in the desert and want to return, — to them, to all the nameless misfortunes of the universe, I offer it, I offer it to the heat of my breast, to the blood of my tubes, to the light of my spirit; My poems - in the loud singing, the clouds outside the sky weave happiness for you, build a rainbow bridge, point to the eternal leisure, and absorb the infinite suffering in the loud singing!

Whispers. The autumn rain is by the first-class cold autumn water, in a haggard autumn willow, on a cowardly and sad branch, on a piece of autumn leaves that will be yellow, listen to his cordial chatter, whispering about the love of the three autumns, and the plot of the rain. He gently brushed him into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, and followed the autumn flow with a vortex and a half-turn. The whispers of the autumn rain, the love affairs of the three autumns, and the plot of the love poems also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn waves, and the vortex and half turned, following the autumn flow.

Who, by my hand, has taken me into madness for half my life; Who, kissing my eyes, covering me for half my life; Who, caress my face, comforts me for half a lifetime of sorrow; Who, with my heart, melts the frost of half my life; Who, hold me by the shoulders, drive me to silence all my life? Who, call my heart, cover my life. Whosoever forsakes me, and leaves me alone for the rest of my life; Who can know my will, so that I have no regrets in this life; Who can help my arm, unparalleled for thousands of years; Who, who can pour out my heart, every inch of land is just like nothing; Who, can bury me, laugh at the vain world, and my heart is crazy.

Yi, cover my lips, dispel my past life; Yi, take my arms, except for the frivolity of my previous life. The hand of the son will accompany you to be crazy for a thousand lives; Deep kiss eyes, accompany you in eternal reincarnation. The hand of the son, you will be a lifetime of wind and frost; The eyes of a kiss will give you a lifetime of affection.

I, take Eryu by the hand, and take everything you have in this life; I, caressing your neck, block the wind and rain of your life. Yu, Bangzi Qingsi, Bangzi I love for a lifetime; giving, holding the hand of the son, going to a lifetime of love; Was, in the name of the Father, so that you will not mourn all your life; Zeng, the love of the pity, I wish you a safe life!

Day by day, day by day, by law, counseling, and local planning.

Small wishes.

Let the water be thin as a sickle.

Harvest the sand and gravel grass that fills the hillside.

May the clouds grow houses and birds' nests, and the sun condense in the clear sky of three thousand feet.

May the snow be the eyelashes of the rain, and the rain the eyes of the snow.

May the wind blow without anything to make a girl's hair.

May the sky have no place to speak and turn the lips of the holy monks.

At the end of the fire, only the red mountains remained, and a smiling blade fell into the eyes of the deep universe.

The remaining lepids have no wrinkles.

Searching. I'm going to the beach.

Come and find a bird called "Jingwei", she has blue eyes like the sea, identifies the blue dwelling, raises her wings like waves, flies, flies, she has delicate red lips like bamboo shoots.

Hold on to the hard stones.

Fall, fall.

Stir up thousands of feet of waves.

I'm here to ask: Is the Dragon Palace under the sea also scratched by her **?

Will her persistence make the sea pour tears?

And then it crystallizes into a seabed of salt grains.

Juvenile madness at the end of the world - looking into the distance.

Fly through a sea of thoughts.

Once again, I was standing on top of the mountain.

I don't know what to think.

A vast forest beckoned to me.

Maybe the road to get there was bumpy and bumpy.

Look to the deeper reaches of life.

But my heart.

You're there. There are countless choices to choose from.

Each step maps to the next.

This serious proposition.

Every time you give up.

There are struggles. Every time you give up.

There are all dependents. But I'm going to use my own reason.

To smooth out the dancing ripples.

Something faintly flickered in the bottom of my heart.

I think it's time for a change.

Only "willing".

to be able to give yourself all your might.

Begin to prepare for that unknown proposition.

Lonely window in the middle of the night.

The fireworks emitted a faint light.

Faint memories of the distance.

Quietly think about your face.

The fragrance of my hair soothes my unhealed wounds.

Shady Lonely Alley.

Grass moss hides the walls of decadence.

Secretly thinking about the past.

Sing softly about this poplar.

The drift of the water is nostalgic for the panic that was once sown.

1, "Moon".

The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate.

A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate shattered into two or three pieces.

The fish was so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks.

Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

2, "Little Fairy Tale".

On the south side of the clouds, in that distant place, a flock of leaves said:

We want to bloom like flowers.

There is a group of flowers that say:

We want to fly like birds.

A flock of peacocks said:

We want to grow like a tree.

3, "Pomegranate".

Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

4, "Fourteen Years Old, Blue Harbor".

Life is a long river, and the age of fourteen is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves set off by impulses, and there are waves of thinking.

There is love, but it is hazy, I don't understand but I understand a little, just like a river under the morning mist, you can see it, but it is difficult to distinguish.

The stomach is full of thoughts on the face, there are words, it will not spin on the tip of the tongue, innocent like a wave jumping and jumping, never know what it means to be sad and uneasy.

To say that the boy is brave is really brave, even if the gun flies without blinking;

To say that the girl is cowardly is really timid, she jumped far away when she saw the bean worm.

I hope there are a few more exclamation marks, so that the adults are impressed, but the question marks in the mind are always not straightened, and the strange questions often make the teacher embarrassed.

You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, ideals are like tides constantly changing, you want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks to be a hero.

Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor, fourteen years old, the ideal paradise, from which the ship of life starts, and the morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.

5, "Bud Bud".

Spring has arrived. The weather is warmer.

Hurry up and come out.

The bud bud should not only show a small head.

How beautiful the bark is on the outside.

Hurry up and come out.

The sun will give you.

Dress in green. The spring breeze will be given to you.

Sweet dew drops.

6, "Fishing Fire".

The night is quiet.

The river is a good boy.

Listen to Mother Moon.

Slept, the fisherman lit the fire.

The river is like opening its eyes.

Talking in a dream.

7, "Bamboo Shoots" quietly arched out of the earth.

I want to inquire. The secret of the green trees in the spring.

Blossoming news.

I never want to give up a piece of paper, I always keep it—keep it.

They were folded into very small boats and thrown out of the boat and thrown into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping that one can flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love.

and sorrow returns.

Friend, look, at your feet, a little yellow flower.

All of us. Go around it, don't step on this flower!

One day last year:

The autumn sky is clear, the autumn breeze is cool, and its mother draped it.

A fluffy coat, parachuted, brought it to the side of the road.

Winter snow, give it.

Covered with a thick cotton coat, it lay quietly, waiting for the news of spring.

This day, it feels.

It was wet, and it smelled the scent of the earth;

It stood up happily and stretched out its golden wings.

You see, how brave it is, it makes its home on the side of the road;

It is not afraid of the footsteps of pedestrians, nor is it afraid of the passing cars.

Children on the spring outing.

What joy! New clothes fluttering in the spring breeze.

New dress, your head is high, your feet are heavy, be careful that you unknowingly, cut off the vitality of the little yellow flower;

You know my thoughts, in the boundless happiness of spring, this happiness also has its share!

Excerpt from Bing Xin's "Don't Step on This Flower".