Original modern poetry, original modern poetry

Under the same blue sky.

A remote mountain village.

There is my home there.

Soaring birds.

Mercedes-Benz Hare.

They are free there.

Under the same blue sky.

Luck and happiness always follow you.

Misfortunes and troubles haunt me.

A trick of fate.

Struggling in life.

Can it make me radiant.

Standing on the cliff of success.

Under the same blue sky.

There is no end to false ugliness.

There are also countless truths, goodness, and beauty.

My sorrow. Confide in whom.

Was your destiny predestined by nature?

Is my life destined to be doomed?

Meet under the same blue sky.

Forge ahead with each other through thick and thin.

Hand in hand to run the future of Jinxiu.

Endless filaments.

Please bury it in the bottom of your heart.

Let it take it gradually.

Under this same blue sky.

Colorful childhood.

I have asked the wise stars, I have asked the kind moon, I have asked the dashing Milky Way, what is childhood like?

Childhood can play with toys, childhood can play house, childhood can play with temper, childhood is free.

Childhood is like a wordless ballad, childhood is like a beautiful melody, childhood is like a strange strange bean, childhood, so sweet.

Childhood, you are the best memory of life, you are the best time of life, you are the beautiful embellishment of life files!

1. The wall of forgettingAt this point, there is no need to emphasize.

About the pain of a bush of thorns piercing into a poem.

They are fierce and admiring each other.

bursting with what a woman can bear.

All humiliation and contradictions.

Before that, she communicated with a wall for a long time.

I didn't find my mother, so I was extremely naïve.

The wall observes her meticulously and sensitively.

Make her understand: as long as there is water, light, and air.

A bush of thorns will never put itself in an embarrassing position.

Even if it is deliberate, even if it is nurtured).

Come what may.

2. Dive into the mission of Low AngsmWhen it comes to contribution, a new fraternity emerges.

A poem with the brilliance of sock dust.

It's fresh rain and dew - shy, refractive.

I was amazed to find that a person died earlier than his previous life.

How insignificant is this. Compare between them.

Suffering is more like a prayer for life.

Please forgive me for telling filial piety to Zen, suppressed the excitement to bear in the dark.

After begging'Old man, on the street.

I'm going to buy her a lifetime of humility.

On the contrary, I am going to give it to her.

It is also the humility of a lifetime, with a fragrant poem.

A rose with thorns.

3 To: The one who lovesThe old woman who sells flowers only sells three.

In this life and this life, I will serve the roses, violets, and peonies.

There is nothing more amazing than loving them.

The deep dimples, the mysterious gaze, the pungency of waving flags and shouts.

I am forever sick and weak, and my face ugly.

It takes tons of Chinese medicine and infinite sunshine to love words.

Even the flower pot was broken.

The body also has to go through some breezes.

If possible, I would like to go for a walk out of the soil.

It doesn't necessarily have to survive.

Although, every day, you let me hear from afar.

The singing of the wedding in the Holy Church.

4 No answersI was quiet almost instantly.

Gently touch the tears.

Write about false happiness, light a cigarette, smile wryly, and forget.

A woman died.

The little nails will be collected by those who love her.

A flower died.

Straps even for a season.

What's more: I choose a woman with the knowledge that it is a flower.

Take her or it, with both hands, religiously.

Settle into the soul and heart.

This question, such as who do you love.

Together, they were pushed into the ...... of tomorrow's tomorrow

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Written at the end of the rain. Some kind of beautiful picture has been emerging, the blue sky, thin clouds rolling one by one, dissipating in front of my eyes with the wind.

It's been raining lately

The kind of rain in late autumn and early winter, long and cold, touched a drop

My heart will immediately break completely, and I hate this kind of weather

On rainy days, the streetlights are dappled and circulating.

On a rainy day, the day is suddenly very short and short.

On a rainy day, I move my umbrella very slowly.

On a rainy day, my heart can't touch a trace of warmth.

On a rainy day, I was alone and was scattered by the noisy crowd.

I raised the cold and wet umbrella in my hand, and kept my head down and walked silently on the cement slate.

It's not that I can't find someone I know, but we are strangers all our lives, it's so dark that we can't recognize each other, even if we meet again at the next intersection, we will still be silent, we have set foot and can't turn back.

of later,

Motherland, I am proud of you!

When the majestic Huabiao puts the upright body in the dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square ushers in the rising sun.

In the ears of history, there is the rumbling echo of the salute, the echo of the mountains and seas, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China.

A giant overlooks the world, a loud voice, the whole world hears, the People's Republic of China was founded!

When the first five-star red flag was raised, the banner of victory fluttered in the wind in the bright sky, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on!

This is also everything - answer a young friend's "Everything" Shu Ting is not all big trees.

All broken by the storm.

Not all seeds.

None of the soil was found to take root.

It's not all true.

are lost in the desert of people's hearts.

Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all flames.

All only burn themselves.

without illuminating others.

Not all stars.

All indicate only darkness.

And without reporting the dawn.

Not all singing.

They all passed only by their ears.

And not stay in the heart.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all appeals have gone unheard.

Not all losses cannot be compensated.

Not all abysses are perdition.

Not all perdition is covered on the heads of the weak.

Not all minds.

can be stepped on. Rotten in the mud.

Not all consequences.

It's all tears and blood, and they don't show joy.

The present is pregnant with the future.

Everything in the future grows from yesterday.

Hope, but also fight for it.

Please put it all on your shoulders.

The mountain is high and the road is far away, Wang Guozhen.

The shouting is the silence that erupts.

Silence is a silent call.

Whether agitated or tranquil.

I pray, as long as it's not bland.

If you call me from afar.

I'll go off the road.

If the mountains call me.

I went to the mountains.

Both feet are worn out. Just let the setting sun smear the path.

Scratch your hands. Simply let the thorns turn into cuckoos.

There is no longer road than a foot.

There is no higher mountain than man.

If life is not generous enough, Wang Guozhen.

If life is not generous enough.

We don't have to be stingy in return.

Why think about it.

Give as much as you get.

If you can be generous.

Why choose obscenity.

If you can be chic.

Why choose loneliness.

Gaining is a satisfaction.

Giving is a joy.

Day by day, year by year....

One is familiar

And a strange city....

A faint melody, evoking a faint sadness....

Half dark, half pure white....

I don't know when I discovered that life can be so indifferent...I don't know when the distance can be so far away...

I don't know when friends can be so cold...I don't know when feelings can make people feel so cold...I don't know when a lie can be so true...I don't know when reality can be so hypocritical...I don't know since when the quality can be so worthless....I don't know when a smile can be so bitter...

I don't know when the huge world can make people so sad...I don't know when a person, cold and lonely, sad and sad, can live like this, hehe, faint....

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan...

There is a home for soldiers who go out with Guan Gong, and they are not allowed.

"Doomed to be Lonely".

In the quiet of the night, I fell asleep with a stuffy bear in my arms.

Listening to the autumn wind outside the window, a curtain of drizzle rolled up.

Watch the yellow leaves fly past the window, hovering in mid-air.

Suddenly, I felt that my heart was empty, and there was less warmth.

The heart is an empty room, but it is never discovered.

The lonely boat searched for the other side, but could not find a harbor to dock into.

Maybe I'm destined to be lonely, but I'm used to it.

After twenty years of loneliness, who cares if there is someone to accompany them.

When it rains, I hold an umbrella by myself, and when the wind blows, I can wrap myself tightly.

The world of one person is really simple, and you don't have to worry about someone waiting until late.

If I am destined to be lonely, I can let go of all my complaints.

Take back the mess of your thoughts and let everything go with your fate.

Poetry flowing incense, Xianghuang fairy original poems...

The original snowflakes are not snow.

The fruit of the original is not the fruit.

Original poetry is hard to find.

I came in the summer with snowflakes in my hand.

Things that are always forgotten.

Always forget, bless when the petals are gone;

So, the heart also swirls with the petals.

Always forget, make a wish when a meteor crosses by;

So, the heart also fell with the meteor.

Always forget, smile when the fireworks go off;

So, the heart, also with the fireworks, rained down.

I will always forget, and when I burst into tears, I think of her in the distance;

As a result, my heart was also burned by tears.

will always forget, forget the vicissitudes of the previous life when reincarnated;

As a result, the butterfly's wings were accidentally broken when it transformed.

Look, the purple microstar has flowed by!

I seem to have forgotten something ......

Outside the window of autumn thoughts, the golden world, the complicated world, overflowing with autumn rhyme.

The wild chrysanthemum on the side of the road, with a slight flower bud, can't help but sigh that it is petite and fragile.

When the flower blooms, it has to fall again.

inadvertently remembered that she used to be.

The friendship that was established at the beginning was as delicate as a wild chrysanthemum, and when the wind blows, it will fall.

It opened, it was released, but it was eventually.

It fell again, it fell heart-wrenching, and it fell so dismal......

Look up – let the tears flow backwards.

When, the heart, again and again is touched, when, feelings, again and again are destroyed by the relentless wind and rain.

I lowered my head and felt that the sky was so dark and the clouds were shrouded.

The autumn wind blew helplessly, and the leaves fell one by one.

The heart, cold for a while, confused heart, is blank.

When, a drop of water rolls down, and when you bow your head, it turns out to be tears.

Suddenly, I smiled knowingly and looked up

Clear blue sky, pure white clouds.

It turns out that the world is so cute.

Laughed, looked up-

Let the tears flow back ......

I wrote it a few years ago, and it may be a bit naïve ......But it's really original.

Quiet village.

Zhu Binghui) is blooming in the sky.

Return to the birds and disappear in the cold forest.

Leaning on the railing of the slanting sun west building.

The spring flows on a secluded sandbar.

The ancient road is lost in the grass.

Biliu low-hanging arch bridge.

The boat moved to the twilight.

The moonlight flower courtyard is secluded.

The deserted village is gradually losing its language.

Sandalwood wraps around the screen.

Stone steps Yu Lu Sheng.

Moss flowers sleep.