If someone writes modern poetry for you, what kind of poem do you really want to get?

There may be many kinds of questions, but I would like to ask you rhetorically: why do you have no understanding or familiarity with many "me", let alone emotional relationships, to create for "me"? Poetry is originally the subject of life, and the use of poetry as a literary form to express the emotional conflicts produced by individuals in life is to express emotions and lyrics.

If I tell you what kind of poem I want to have, you can write it, and I don't think I will like it. You think so, right? In my humble opinion, as long as a poem can express its true feelings in a poetic way, and arouse the sympathy of others, even if it is still flawed, it is good.

True creation can't cater to other people's preferences, and then you can't write good things about Napi. Only true love can touch people's hearts! Only when you are moved by your own true feelings can you write poems that touch the hearts of others!

Just like we are human beings, sometimes I have to stick to myself, and I don't have to change myself for others, which will be more respectable. Friend, I'd like to have a chance to read it.

Your poems. What I'm saying isn't necessarily what you want, but I'd like to work with you.

I want you to bring something warm, a little sacred, a little sad. Surprise me and make me feel that I should cherish life and love, the kind of modern poetry full of love and hope.

I'm going to write poetry for you.

Write about my pain, my sorrow.

Tell you about my desolation in this world.

I'm going to write about the dark wounds you haven't seen.

and my sad and desolate wanderings.

I'm going to write poetry for you.

Write about what I've been hiding in my heart for decades.

Helplessness and sadness.

I want you to know what I have to say to you.

How sincere and kind.

When you finally understand.

When you hear my speechless words at this time.

But I'm no longer there.

At that time I was filled with deep sorrow and sorrow.

Step into another yearning.

But I will fulfill this last wish.

Write poems for you. My deep tears for you!

Write poems for you.

Belated nightfall.

has quietly crept in.

A hazy and clear heart.

Gently carrying a trace of sorrow.

The glimmer of the moon. Lingering and ethereal.

Use the emotions of poetry to connect each other's hearts.

The night is long. Slightly lonely.

Only the wind accompanies me.

I thought about it several times. I want to cry but I don't have tears.

Heavy footsteps.

A life of confusion.

Only Jun's poetry lights the way forward for me.

Brighten up my dreams for the night.

...... for me

Please eat and try to be a little poet, this poem expresses your feelings, that you did not adapt to the world when you were young, and you were born to love the scenery of nature.

The mistake fell into the net, and in the blink of an eye, it has been more than ten years away from the countryside.

The birds in the cage miss the forest where they used to live, and the fish in the pond miss the deep pool where they used to play.

Elm and willow trees shade the back eaves, and peach and plum trees are neatly planted in front of the house.

In the distance, the houses of the neighboring villages are faintly visible, and the smoke of cooking smoke wafts above the villages.

A few dogs barked in the deep alleys, and roosters crowed from the top of the mulberry trees.

There are no worldly trivial things in the courtyard, and some of the quiet rooms are comfortable and leisurely.

After being trapped in a cage for a long time and having no freedom, I finally returned to Linshan today.

The peach blossoms are beckoning around, and the industrious little bees are collecting honey.

She smeared another layer of pink clothes on the pink peach blossoms.

Don't think about it, it's impossible.

Atiati, crackling.

Thank you, my parents.

If I were a seedling, then you would be the warm sunshine bathing me.

If I am a herb, then you are the fertile ground that feeds me.

If I am a flower, then you are the green leaves that set me off.

Dear parents, you have done so much for me, cooking delicious meals, washing soiled clothes, and picking me up and ...... on time every day

Your sunny love warms my heart.

If you are a pearl, it must be the most dazzling one.

1. The wind chimes in front of the wind chime window stand quietly at the junction of nature and the world.

Feng'er, gently, kissed her cheek, causing bursts of pleasant laughter!

2 Reflections of Dreams.

The color of dreams is also the color of flowers.

In any case, flowers will wither, aren't they?

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