Modern poetry with titles is no less than three hundred words

1.See through the mortal dust.

Look up at the night sky. Just waiting for a meteor to pass by.

See through. Only get one empty.

Peep**. Just to find a fate to pass through.

See through. It's a mockery of fate.

After several reincarnations. Just to continue an unfinished journey.

See through. Don't be sentimental.

The sun rises and the moon sets. Just to survive another tomorrow.

See through. Someone beckoned to me.

Someone will turn back for me.

When seeing through becomes seeing through.

Abandon the red dust and become a Buddha.

Who lamented the elusiveness of fate.

It's yourself who deceives yourself and fights against fate.

When the flowers bloom, the flowers fall.

When the years go by.

Seeing through the mysteries, the Buddha also becomes a demon.

Just for one person is too persistent.

It's better to see through it.

2.Does anyone understand me.

Love? Perhaps, in my world.

There is no love at all.

There is no mercy either. No one knows how sad I am.

No one knows about my loss.

No one knew about my helplessness.

No one knows how lonely I am.

No one knew I wasn't happy.

No one understands me, understands me, or feels sorry for me.

Who can truly understand the pain in my heart?

Shayanara.

To the Japanese girls.

Xu Zhimo is the most gentle with his bowed head, like a water lotus flower that is not shy, and he cherishes it, cherishes it, and there is a sweet sorrow in that cherishment

Shayanara.

The dream of a moonlit night in the heart of ice!

Far and near. But that's all we say.

Listen – listen. This is a slight heartstring sound!

There was a lot of light and fog in front of me.

Soft waves are like drunk!

Shen - Shen.

A clear stream.

The moonlight that flows through the middle of the night.

Ripples of clarity.

Hiding his thoughts.

Lie down quietly.

Noted his naivety.

Annihilated yesterday's face.

The creek traveled thousands of miles.

No one can see it.

He also traveled thousands of miles.

But he found every step when he looked at the stream.

There will be a Chanjuan.

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Ending or beginning.

I, standing here.

In place of another person who was killed.

In order to whenever the sun rises.

Let the heavy shadow be like the road.

Through the whole country.

Mournful fog. Covered with patchy roofs.

Between houses and houses.

The chimney spewed an ashy crowd.

Warmth blows away from the bright treetops.

Lingering on the cigarette butts of poverty.

Tired hands one by one.

A low dark cloud rises.

In the name of the sun.

Darkness plunders openly.

Silence is still the story of the East.

People on ancient frescoes.

Silently immortal.

Died silently.

Oh, my land.

Why don't you sing anymore.

Could it be that even the rope of the Yellow River slender man.

Like a broken string.

No more beeping.

Could it be that time is a dark mirror.

And always with my back to you.

Only stars and puffy clouds remain.

I'm looking for you.

In dream after dream.

Foggy nights or mornings.

I look for spring and apple trees.

A breeze drawn by bees.

I look for the tides on the coast.

The sun on the crest of the wave turns into a flock of gulls.

I look for legends built into the wall.

Your and my forgotten names.

If blood will make you fertile.

Tomorrow's branches.

Ripe fruits.

will leave my color.

It must be admitted. In the cold light of the white of death.

I, trembling.

Who wants to do meteorites.

or the icy statue of the victim.

Look at the unquenchable flame of youth.

Pass it in someone else's hands.

Even if the pigeon falls on the shoulder.

I also don't feel body temperature or breathing.

They comb their feathers.

Flew away in a hurry.

I am human and I need love.

I longed to be in my lover's eyes.

Spend every peaceful twilight.

In the shaking of the cradle.

Waiting for his son's first call.

On grass and fallen leaves.

On every sincere gaze.

I write poems about life.

This is an ordinary wish.

Now it has become the whole price of being a human being.

I've lied many times in my life.

But they always obeyed it honestly.

A childhood promise.

Therefore, that with the child's heart.

Incompatible worlds.

He never forgave me again.

I, standing here.

In place of another person who was killed.

There is no other option.

Where I fell.

There will be another person standing up.

The wind is on my shoulders.

On the wind are twinkling constellations.

Maybe one day.

The sun turned into a shrunken garland.

Hang on every immortal warrior.

In front of a forest-like tombstone.

Raven, the fragment of the night.

One after another.

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I love you, but I dare not say to you, I am afraid that I will die, I am not afraid of death, I am afraid that no one will love you like me after I die.

Miss your night.

Reveal your body and mind.

Good memories.

Suddenly, that moment.

Ashes. Look at the white sky.

It's as if love only has a moment.

It doesn't last forever.

The taste of the coffee is bitter.

Once, it was our memory.

Now, however, is our past.

And not ...... in the future

"Bubbles".

Two free blisters.

...... rises from the depths of the sea of dreams

Hazy silver mist.

Disperse in the breeze.

I'm like a child.

Hold on to you as you blur.

In vain to put it in vain.

Bring back to the land of reality.

It feels like the sky is gray.

The road is gray.

The building is gray.

The rain is gray.

In a dead ash.

Walked past two children.

A bright red. A pale green.

Arc Birds in the Wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.