Modern Poetry Twilight, Modern Poetry of Twilight

Isn't it Zhou Chuanxiong's twilight:

Spend the whole summer.

Sorrow is no better.

Drive on the endless highways.

There is a feeling of leaving oneself.

I can't finish a song.

Tiredness and dark circles remain.

The world of feelings hurts inevitably.

No matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually be night.

Still remember. Say goodbye from your mouth, as resolutely as iron.

There was an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon at dusk.

Draw a parting sentence.

Love enters the eternal night.

Still remember. The tears that fall from your eyes are heartbroken.

There is an illusion of tear burns in the chaos.

The horizon at dusk.

Cut off the joy of happiness.

Love has become disillusioned.

I can't finish a song.

Tiredness and dark circles remain.

The world of feelings hurts inevitably.

No matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually be night.

Still remember. Say goodbye from your mouth, as resolutely as iron.

There was an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon at dusk.

Draw a parting sentence.

Love enters the eternal night.

Still remember. The tears that fall from your eyes are heartbroken.

There is an illusion of tear burns in the chaos.

The horizon at dusk.

Cut off the joy of happiness.

Love has become disillusioned.

Still remember. Say goodbye from your mouth, as resolutely as iron.

There was an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon at dusk.

Draw a parting sentence.

Love enters the eternal night.

Still remember. The tears that fall from your eyes are heartbroken.

There is an illusion of tear burns in the chaos.

The horizon at dusk.

Cut off the joy of happiness.

Love has become disillusioned.

The wind fell around the leaves of the ground.

The clouds dance lightly in the blue sky.

A flock of geese lined up in a long line.

Wander beside the white reed flowers.

Gurgling water.

Knock on the pebbles on the shore.

Fishing boats moored.

Who's flute was heard.

A song hummed by the Woman in Raccoon.

The garden is surrounded by incense.

Lazy little flower dog.

Tailgating children from school.

Snowflakes.

Also dancing in the sky above the street lamps.

A girl with a slender hand outstretched.

has long been intoxicated with the charm of winter.

Baked'The noodle feast is a good bun.

It has a delicate fragrance of wheat.

Brewed coffee.

Carrying a faint memory.

A wanderer snuggling up by the fire.

Fall into a long dream.

There is a white-haired mother in a dream.

There is also the sound of a string of rattles.

Egg fried rice with tomatoes.

Glowing with glamorous colors.

Pale green thermos.

Render the taste of spring.

A strong sense of the year.

Accompanied by mellow wine.

Busy hocks on the streets.

Crowded into a noisy picture.

Clumsy pen.

Write a shallow line of text.

Delicate cards.

How many traces of the past have been left in the orange.

Emaciated countenance.

I can't find what I was like before.

The mottled years.

Whose shadow is haggard.

Forgotten stories.

No one remembered.

Immersion in the twilight.

Petals of the flying season.

Poems about twilight.

He Kelly, Green Reed Literature Society, Huzhou Art and Design School, Zhejiang Province.

The wind blows through the ends of your hair.

It's not like sunshine. Soft and serene.

But like roses.

The petals ripple in the soul.

Wisteria flowers are upside down on the fence.

One by one, it hung straight down.

Some of the bends are so out of place.

Like a mother's boring hair curls.

The dense jungle is mixed with a hint of white.

Mother's fingers were yellow and calloused.

Cracks took root and sprouted on the hands.

The mother's back is slightly hunched.

Even the bones tremble all the time.

I loved that time.

The sun is just right and the sky is clear.

I sleep peacefully in your arms.

It's a pity that at dusk, the sun can't rise.

Instructor: Gu Lianmei).

Description: Dusk edition of the poem (Part 3).

It's another twilight, and he's sad.

Written all over the streets.

The men and women on the road seemed to see sad words when they were reading.

It was another twilight, and he wandered to the ends of the earth.

On the road, there are men and women holding hands, always stepping on his shadow.

He closed his eyes and recuperated and became a god.

It was another dusk, and he came where he was.

In addition to the familiar relationship, it is all unfamiliar figures.

He looked back and smiled, feeling like another world.

It was another dusk, and he came into the hills.

The sunset is also lonely Lingyan is speechless, because it is in reverie, tomorrow dawn sky.

Coming soon.

He was smiling and singing a little poem.

It was another dusk, and he was alone on the shore of the lake.

The expression was very indifferent.

He's happy, you know?

After dusk he was thinking:

Sunshine in the twilight".

You at dusk. Description: The dusk version of the poem (its seventh).

At dusk, I want to sit down and rub my eyes.

Because, looking at that beautiful twilight, I want to cry;

Dusk, I want to lock up your shadow.

Stop again, lean against the trunk of the tree, and read, the memories of the past.

Today's dusk.

Description: Dusk version of the group of poems (dusk version of the sixth).

What's going on with today's twilight?

It's a good mood.

I don't know that your happiness is coming from **, I don't know who gave you your happiness.

What's going on with today's dusk!

The mood is also much better, maybe it's been too long'The rain and sorrow have vanished.

Time has passed, and the royal objects next to the ruler are not human.

The long-lost sunset tells the joy to the dusk.

What's going on with today's twilight?

The pink dress looks like a bride.

Out of the cave room, so charming, so splendid.

Look up at the sky. Sorrow falls into the heart, such a person.

also wrote happiness in the eyebrows.

Blue sky put the most beautiful jokes.

and touching legends, there is no shortage of arrangements here.

Love is like this, life is like this, sorrow and joy are like this, and joy and sorrow are also like this.

The same is true for people who have no meaning in life.

Look at this dusk, either happy tears or joyful dancing.

It's nothing more than being single, it's nothing more than falling out of love, it's nothing more than sadness, it's nothing more than being unemployed.

After the rain, his mood will be better!