Looking for a few short poems!! Two short modern poems!

Mudan - flag.

We are all below, you are flying high in the sky, the wind is your body, you walk with the sun, you often want to fly out of things, but you are stretched for the ground.

It is written in the sky, everyone knows it, it is simple and clear, and it is broad and invisible, and it is the spirit of the heroes who live today.

Your small body is the driving force of war, and after the war, and you are the only whole, we are reduced to ashes, and the glory is left to you.

Too willing to be responsible, we are sometimes at a loss, the capitalists and landlords pull you to explain, and use you to achieve peace for all.

It is the hearts of all people, but you are smarter than everyone else, you come with the morning and suffer with the night, and you will speak most of the joy of freedom.

The storm in the four directions, felt by you first, is the direction of everyone, because of you victory and fixed, we love you, and now belong to the people.

Index finger --- smoke.

Dreams of the future drifted out of the lit cigarettes, and the blue clouds were the dawn of hope struggled.

But now this wisp of smoke has become a sorrow in my heart, and it has become a low cloud with rain that has not fallen.

I pushed open the bright glass window and greeted the breeze of the countryside field.

I want to keep the smoke drifting away--

That's the figure you said goodbye to me.

The funeral of the --- poem of Love.

Put a love poem that has been locked in a drawer for thirty years.

Throw yourself into the fire word.

It was burned and squeaked.

Ash didn't say a word.

It believes that someday.

The man will read in the wind.

Gu Cheng - "The Alley".

The alleys are long and winding.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

---The Burial of the Stars] in the afterglow

The light blue night overflowed into the window, and the summer was too full.

The firefly's small palace lamp is dreaming.

Dreaming of the Tang Palace Dreaming of a chasing light Luo fan.

Dream of another summer night The funeral of a star.

Dreaming of the extension and extinction of a flash.

And your exclamation in my review and a moment of bewilderment.

Xi Murong --Nostalgia.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague melancholy.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings.

Never Grow Old Haizi --- village.

The village is inhabited by mothers and children.

The son grew up quietly.

The mother watched silently.

Among the reeds. The village is a white boat.

My sister's name is Lu Hua.

My sister is beautiful.

Dai Wangshu -- worried.

It is said to be the sorrow of the lonely autumn, and it is said to be the acacia of the distant sea.

If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.

I dare not name you, if anyone asks me about my troubles.

It is said that it is the acacia of the vast sea, and it is said that it is the sorrow of the lonely autumn.

Xu Zhimo --- accidental.

I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves

You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

I like Haizi.

Autumn - Autumn is deep.

The eagles in God's house are assembled.

The eagle in the homeland of God is in speech.

Autumn is deep, and the king is writing poetry.

In this world, autumn is deep.

What has been obtained has not yet been obtained.

What should have been lost has long since lost ---

It is said that some years have become an illusory myth, let it be green grass and flowers bloom like brocade, and finally it will fall in the falling dizziness Who can give me a satisfactory answer.

Excerpt from "Youth Without Complaints: Distance".

I like to look back because I don't like to forget. I always think that in the world, some people, some things, and some moments seem to have a specific arrangement, which may not be felt at the time, but when I think back later, they all have a deep meaning. I've had so many beautiful moments that I can't forget them.

Excerpt from "Traces of Growth: Looking Back on the Path From".

The whole human life is like an artistic creation that has been pondering. There was a beginning before me, and there will be no pause or end after me, and my coming and my existence is an essential point in such a long process of pondering, and every effort I make will leave a mark.

Excerpt from "The Taste of Life").

The day is short,It's too short to hug the early morningAlready in the hands of twilight and noisy. A year is short,It's too short to call the town in early springIt's about to make some plain autumn cream. Life is short,It's too late to enjoy the good years,is already in the twilight of the bend.

Always passing too fastRealized too late,We must learn to cherish. Cherish the family and friendship on the road of lifeFellowship, classmates, friends. Once you pass by,Maybe never to meet.

1 Dawn Night has been cut by scissors.

Long wounds do not heal.

Give Dawn a round of hope.

The creeping city rises in temperature.

A thousand lights have been extinguished.

Green bursts out of the shell.

Plaid shirt with white petals.

2 Jiaxing South. Earplugs, backpack, jeans and sneakers.

Multiply by two for 30 minutes without getting to know you.

It has become a bridge to solitude.

Close your eyes blood red.

The beat of the drums constantly hits the heart of the right window.

Vehicles, boats, houses and leaves.

Disappear quickly, and you can't see clearly.

Dream chasers. A small mole on your back.

Arrive at the station ahead. Who are you looking forward to?

The night has been cut by scissors.

1."Weight" Han Han.

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight.

2."Broken Chapter" Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

3."Generation" Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light!

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It's really short, it's short, it's short!