Ancient as well as modern poems, poems, lyrics, songs

Dawn (bis).

February's. Rain in February).

I cleaned the sky and the earth.

Return it to an unknown person.

I waited lonely, and I waited gloomily in the limb.

Snow in February, rain in February.

The spring water flows in vain.

For whom the flowers open.

Forever such a beautiful wounded wheat.

Spit fragrant mountain incense and stand on the hill.

The desolate land bears the thunder of the desolate sky.

The first scroll of the Holy Book is my wings, and it is incomparably bright.

Sometimes it's like a gloomy day.

The holy book is filthy and joyful.

Of course, my injured wings.

The desolate land bears even more desolate skies.

My empty earth and sky.

It is a combination of the upper volume and the lower volume.

The holy book is a member that I have split again.

Tears in the rain and tears in February.

Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty at the earliest, and is a kind of poetry. The following is a modern poem of about 100 words, please refer to it!

You say you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

Hold on tightly to your dreams.

Because once the dream is shattered.

Life will be a bird with broken wings.

No more flying.

Hold on tightly to your dreams.

Because once the dream is gone.

Life is like a wasteland.

Snow and ice all year round.

Don't trust the future, no matter how lovely the vision of the future is!

Let the past of death be buried forever!

Take action, take action right now!

Steadfast heart, God's guidance!

If that fails, let it go!

Stand up and try again until you succeed!

It can shine through their noses.

their eyes.

their hair.

They are well-dressed.

They are graceful and colorful.

The image taken.

More beautiful than the original.

But you can't take a picture.

their bones. I can't shine it.

Their hidden hearts.

How I used to want to be with you desperately, how I used to want to give all I had. I tell you everything in my heart, I don't know if you still remember those pasts, I don't know if you will think of me when you are bored.

I still remember that summer, our love was sprinkled all over the city, and I still remember the footprints left by you and me in the snow on the campus of No. 5 Middle School in the winter of Stupid Spring.

I still remember the lover in Vienna, I still remember the song you like to listen to, you said that the love pier you sang to me has not been sung to me so far, the original you I can't find it, now you and I are performing a relationship drama with others, will we meet again?

I'm looking forward to the next time we meet, and may you and I be happy in the future.

The last page.

This is the final page of the manuscript of the poem, which is coincidentally unnumbered.

There are no page numbers and are filled with annotations.

All hideous laughter.

The nobility of all slander.

The last page that was torn off in vain.

This is the last page that will not be torn apart.

You marked the trial of poetry and tears.

exposed the forces of evil.

All insidious justifications.

Everything is going to make you disappear with a smug smile.

I tried to tear out the last page of the poem.

This is not the last page of the poem.

None of the reasons can be erased.

If there are ten thousand reasons to roar and be magnificent.

Give the last page to write.

That would be the sin of ultimate judgment.

All the reasons.

All ulterior motives are in accordance with the commentary.

Stickers under all tall hats.

All rumors are compiled. Poisoned arrows.

This is the last page of the poem.

It is the final page that cannot be torn.

Listen up. The sound of shredding was so panicked.

The roar of fear oblivions the mind.

Compile despicable words to annotate poems under pretext.

Looking for the existence of evidence that meets the guilt of extinction.

Extinction, sinking, and destruction will be the end of all the ugliness of Zaijian.