Please help write a modern poem

Life can actually be a poem.

If you can let me move slowly.

Quietly looking forward to searching.

With a deepening twilight.

After the quagmire of the unknowable.

In the dark clouds.

Finally shed tears for all.

Missed or not missed encounters.

In fact, life can always become a poem in the end.

After the pouring rain.

My heart will be purified.

If you're willing to wait.

All the clouds that float erratically.

Eventually, it will all become a river.

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Tags: youth inspirational, inspirational, poetry ] to be positive and uplifting, preferably original, urgent!! Black Dress: 7 Hits: 541 Resolution Time: 2009-04-22 20:33

Satisfactory answer "As long as you are strong" In the wind and rain of life, there are always ups and downs around you, there are always unexpected things happening, there is always someone who wants to go against you, there are always some unsatisfactory things suddenly in front of you, no matter how big the disaster in life, even if the sky is about to fall in an instant, you have to stand up your backbone In front of major events, what you see is a person's calmness, a person's sense of detachment, when we can't prevent the nightmare from happening, when you have done your best to save As long as you are strong, in fact, the sky can't fall The earth can't sink As long as your heart is strong, as long as you have the courage to face it, the disaster will eventually get farther and farther away from you.

Whenever you think of me, I don't.

by your side. Without my arm, would you hesitate? Under the single-plank bridge that we have had together, our appearance is still printed upside down. , The weather has gradually cooled, and the fog on the window has become my handsome face. My day is your night, and in my dreams, it is the place where you often meet me. , loneliness is always in a race against loneliness, and in the end, it doesn't matter whether it wins or loses, it reaches the atrium at the same time.

I understand your feelings, but I can't fly to you. , although you are faltering, but you have never seen me throw hope of life to you in front of you? (Transition).

Thinking about me is your daily compulsory course, and reading me is your after-class thoughts. In fact, you don't have to be so broken, the bright moon in the night sky is your heart and mine. I'm right next to you.

Note: "That's the sentence in the title." Written on the mobile phone, typeset by yourself, not well written, see laughter.

Nostalgia for friendship.

Meteors flying over.

Close your eyes. Make a wish—

Hope to be with you forever.

My heart is beautiful because of you.

My feelings are enriched because of you.

My life is enriched by you.

I will always remember your knowing smile.

No matter how time passes.

Five years of affection will never be lost.

Because there is a pure friendship.

All remain in each other's hearts.

Lonely slender hands.

Jade-like thoughts.

Push open the lightly fastened screen.

Rain. Cold.

Trembling heartbeat.

Like the wind of silence.

Xiaoxiao rain break. Looking at the autumn cold.

It has rained a lot this summer. I didn't see you crying at the window.

The Marquis' Gentleman's Orchid.

Lonesome. Lonely open.

Where is Wei Rui's warm heart?

Elegy. Last night's roses.

He was sick like the sunset.

Hanging in the corner of a wall dripping with blood.

rendered into. Helpless parting song.

There is no grip. Silence is so oppressive.

Can't look for it. The slightest pain left by the footprints. Water. Flower.

Go for it. This season.

The mileage of the heart is also in between.

Go around the back. Summer, wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

The rainy season is not a tender sunset.

The strange appearance of crying.

Can't keep the call of home.

It's not a wailing autumn goose yet.

Each of them cherishes it for the rest of his life.

Not a seasonal thought.

No raindrops. It will be safe and sound.

There is no lotus fragrance.

Last night. Can you hear me?

Outside the window, the whispers of the wind on the branches.

When the moon hangs in the treetops.

I climbed the rope of moonlight.

Heard a topic about you.

Whose tears turned into the coldness of this autumn rain?

Away from yesterday's warmth.

Whose sobs turned into the murmur of this autumn rain?

The parting tune was played.

Knocked down the leaves and flew away shadows.

Tears slipped and shattered the past.

The autumn rain has made this scenery desolate.

Your high flying is only our parting.

Dogs: I love you guys--- dogs.

Your eyes are blazing.

That mighty, sturdy body.

I was very impressed.

For your work.

You are meticulous.

You are humanity's sincerest friends.

I admire you for this merit.

When I am fortunate enough to understand your language, I will speak your language.

I will definitely go to your kingdom.

Teach those timid dogs.

Teach the dogs who are submissive.

What makes a real dog.

Dogs are not meant to be used for decoration.

They won't be a lifeless dog in your eyes, although they are the most loyal to you.

Dogs, loyal friends of man.

Dogs, treat their owners as their most trusted friends.

Dogs, except for not being able to speak, everything he does is the same as that of humans.

Six lines of line.

The willow bank outside the mottled south window, why has the days of joy become like a flowing year?

I think of the years like oranges-

By your window, at my desk.

The wind of old trees blows through the tranquil campus.

The teacher's kindness is unforgettable, and the teachings will always remain in my heart!

In fact, life can always become a poem in the end.

After the pouring rain.

My heart will be purified.

If you're willing to wait.

All the clouds that float around in the end will eventually become a river.