Modern Poetry: Fate 1
Walking through mountains and rivers,
Your glaring love,
Rooted deep in the years at.
Your old appearance,
wasting away in the long river of life,
The tenderness from purgatory is pouring out to the world.
I was hiding in the world of mortals,
I was still found by you.
You are in the smoky crowd,
There is nowhere to escape.
I have gone back and forth for him thousands of times,
I am not afraid of the mountains and rivers, but I always pass him by.
But we met by chance,
When we saw each other and smiled,
we already fell in love with each other.
I met you on a spring day, listening to the wind,
looking at the beautiful flowers.
You and I met beside a small bridge and flowing water in summer,
The mountains in the distance are like dark blue.
I fell in love with you when I watched the autumn water and the long sky in autumn.
***The full moon is perfect for admiring flowers.
I know you by listening to the snow fall in winter,
Talking around the fire at night.
Is there a kind of acquaintance,
Like clear water that washes away the heart,
The joy of meeting each other,
Fixed in time. One end.
Just do it and cherish it.
Is there ever a time when a flower blooms?
Can the fragrance last for a long time?
The pure white beauty of the season,
Freehand in the soul In the country
It’s like meeting each other for the first time.
There are thousands of kinds of fate in this world.
And you and I
The encounter is a beautiful fate on the paper of time.
May all the obsessions in this life be related to flowers, fragrance, and warm sunshine.
Modern Poetry: Yuan 2
The hurt of loneliness is settled in the darkness
The reincarnation of time is soothed by the smoke
The melancholy of leaving home. The nursery rhymes I sang
In the bird's nest of my hometown, I put down the rhymes
A snow and rain soaked my mother's grave
Rain, can you save me Take away the pain
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What I let go of is just my thoughts of care and loneliness
It’s like climbing over the wall of longing
Meeting the stumbling footsteps of the old father
Late in the old house
The turbulent thoughts broke through my head
Overflowing my heart
Full moon and missing homesickness
Eyes filled with tears
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My memory flies over fallen leaves
Forbearing pain.
A kind of concern
Write my father into my poetry
The simple living room and the old figure
In the vicissitudes of the old house
Staying alone and lonely
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Autumn harvest and winter storage, birds chirping and flowers fragrant
The sadness that disturbs the wild geese flying away
The eyes looking into the distance are all It is boundless
A kind of emotion
Swaying the fragrance of rice flowers
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Starlight, thoughts of bright tung flowers
Filling the poems of hometown with clear poetry
All wastes are being prospered, the soul is awakening
A bright smile is blooming
Father’s happy face after many vicissitudes
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Memories of walking out of the dreamland, the waves of wheat rising and falling
Revealing the artistic conception of hometown
Lonely The heart is full of prosperity
Climb the high-rise buildings in the city
Sad, the mood at this time
And this season, flying in the sky
The grace of fallen leaves and falling snow
Complement each other
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Use a bit of simple poetry
Sketch yourself, your hometown
Still in my poems
The finishing touch of modern poetry about objects: Yuan 3
You look back affectionately again and again.
Your beautiful shadow,
reflected in the soft waves,
ripples in my heart.
My beloved,
I have endless feelings for you,
Endless fate,
All condensed here. Looking into the mirror of dreams,
Within a square inch,
There is no other world than this world.
Oh my dear,
The mirror is like a flower in the water,
It is your unchanging love for thousands of years.
You are in this mirror,
Waiting for the flowers in the Garden of Eden to bloom,
Waiting for the buds of love to bloom and smile.
My dear,
You are a bright moon,
The moonlight is like the passage of time,
The moonlight is like a flowing musical note,
Stringing the strings of dreams.
Have you ever remembered?
I think of those days when the red flowers were flying,
You stayed alone in the empty boudoir,
I held a mirror of dreams,
Affectionate dialogue You murmured.
In an instant,
The magic of love froze time.
I fell into the mirror of this dream.
Dancing gracefully with you.
Wherever I reach,
Hundreds of birds sing in harmony
Floating flowers and waves,
I hold your hand,
Renew our love for a thousand years.
My dear,
You are a gift from an angel,
The mirror is a gift from dreams.
Even if the mortal world is like rain,
The good times are like dreams.
Even though the world is like mist,
True love is like smoke.
Even if it is not true except that the flowers bloom,
The residual red is flying,
The prosperity has come to an end,
My love is deep,
I am still dedicated to you till the end of my life.
My dear,
Although you are a phantom,
I am still guarding you.
The scattered tears in the moonlight,
wet the eyes of the dream,
I hold the mirror of the dream,
running in To the end of the world,
I just want to find your trace.
My dear,
Your beautiful shadow,
Glittering in the waves of the Milky Way,
Crushing the dream woven by the rainbow. ,
From now on, we are separated by time and space,
I want to break the shackles of fate,
Overcome all obstacles,
Cross the broken Hongqiao,
To embrace that overwhelming love.
My dear,
I want to keep this dream mirror
deep in my heart forever,
I miss you forever.
I miss you forever.
Did you hear it?
The oaths that wash away the heart,
Lingering between heaven and earth,
The sky where the oaths were once made,
It still remains today No fading.
Singing a thousand-year love heartily.
My dear,
My affectionate smile blooms,
Just like the warm spring sun,
Warm,
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Sunshine,
Silent,
Beautiful.
I open my broad mind,
I open my stalwart arms,
I stand strong on the backbone of my dreams
Waiting for you to embrace me .
The moonlight pouring into the world,
Whose thoughts are left behind? Modern Poetry: Yuan 4
I like to curl up in this small text,
Write lines of poems and paragraphs of text for you,
Warm each other , care about each other,
Use my words to express my blessings to you,
The small words are simple and concise
miss.
Walking on the road, we are always alone. In the vast sea of ??people, we are destined to meet and get to know each other.
If we pass each other, we will become strangers.
Fall I fell down and had no one to help me, so I learned to be strong.
When I cried, no one understood me. I learned to hide it.
In fact, no one is hurt but strong at the same time.
Walking on the road, a person, a song,
A story, whether sad or happy,
We all need to get ready and move forward.
I like to accompany you quietly, without saying anything.
I can understand with just one look.
I like to spend time with you.
As long as we depend on each other, there is no arrogance,
A cup of tea, a song,
We can talk about everything,
I like this light feeling,
With you and me, I will never leave,
Looking at the clear wind and clear clouds, admiring the flowers blooming and withering,
It’s so good to have you all the way!
In the long world and the ups and downs of life, different people have accompanied me through the ups and downs.
Those who were reunited by fate and those who were separated by no chance have all become hurried passers-by in my life. In my eyes
Fate is like a glass of water, flowing gently and shallowly through my life.
Going around, going around, passing each other, turning around, we have been walking on the road,
We will meet inadvertently, let's go, and cherish...
There is a kind of fate on the road, meeting and cherishing each other,
There is a kind of fate in the heart, silently watching, thinking about forever,
There is a kind of fate that will be engraved forever, always Remember, we are destined to meet each other,
We are destined to stay together, cherish each other, and walk together all the way.
We are destined to cherish each other, and we are destined to know each other. Let's do it and sing.
It turns out to be you!
It turns out to be me!
The fate is you and me.
Modern Poetry: Yuan 5
That year, I was thirteen years old
An accidental opportunity
From the mouth of a little friend
I heard your name for the first time
I also knew some of your stories
From then on, you planted a seed in my young heart
A seed of lovesickness
Half a year later
To be precise, it was a day in September in golden autumn
We met for the first time in the station of life.
Just as I expected
We became classmates
From then on, in the course of our lives
We began to have some vague intersections
We have been classmates for three years
My heart is always wandering in your body
Your smile and every frown are all in my eyes
I made up my mind silently in my heart
I must write a love poem for you in this life that belongs only to you
But you couldn’t feel it at the time
Because your thoughts are not with me at all
Later, due to study reasons
We separated
You are here, I am here That end
However, this separation
gradually created a distance between us
Perhaps this distance originally existed from the time we first met
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It’s just that I didn’t notice it
Flowers bloom and fall, the moon waxes and wanes
As the years go by, we gradually mature
But the opportunities for us to meet are getting less and less
However, I still can't forget you
Our interactions with each other are still intermittent
But I obviously I finally discovered that you still have no feelings for me
So, it was destined that I would never be able to enter your world
After that, I was helpless
With a deep concern
I started my own marriage
But the concern in my heart has never gone away
I have always treasured it in my heart. It will still pop up from time to time
But now my concern is more calm and rational
I have always kept it deep in my heart and will not let it rise.
Now, I often think about this question
Since you and I are destined to meet each other in this short life
Although we are not destined to spark the spark of love
However, I believe that we can still be the best friends
No matter where I am in the future
I will always have you in my care. The position of
Not for anything else, just because we were so destined to meet in the first place Modern poetry: Fate 6
Ancient style: Thousand-year fate (poem)
Beauty Chant
The dead grass and branches are up to the knees, and the red robe and black hair are blowing in the wind.
There is cinnabar falling in the middle of the beautiful eyebrows, and the lips are lightly dyed with sandalwood, leaning alone.
The sleeves and hands are holding the silk tung trees diagonally, and the slender fingers gently pluck the strings and then stand.
The sudden attack of continuous thoughts cannot be controlled. Press left and right to express farewell.
Thousand-Year Fate
The flowers are bright, the grass is tender and the trees are luxuriant, and the eyebrows are jade-like and the waist is full.
The feathers and colorful clothes are floating, and it has been thousands of years since I looked back.
The country is picturesque and beautiful, and it has been a dilemma since ancient times.
When I become successful and famous, I will renew my relationship with you in my previous life.
Ancient style: sigh of beauty
The bright eyes are covered with white mist, and the sky is full of compassion.
The exquisite collarbone and the thin acacia can be played on the piano.
Three thousand silk threads are swaying across the way, and the wind can't bear to mess up the posture.
The branches are dancing together and calling for me. I don’t know where we are when we meet. Modern Poetry: Yuan 7
It is difficult to describe in ink and wash, the euphemism of tracing the water,
It is difficult to write with a pen, the green smoke standing on the other side of the bank.
The flowers are about to sleep, but the monument of love has never been returned.
Thanks to the words of flowers, the human heart is left to its own devices.
The aftermath is rising in the middle of the lake, letting the years rebound...
I heard that there is a beautiful story about encounter,
But I only passed by the place where you once lived. Jiangnan.
In the misty and rainy mountains,
I was left wandering in front of the roots of this old tree.
The coldness of the months is like a rain curtain with drops of water.
Which beautiful woman sheds tears, and feels pity in her heart alone in the boat?
A careless glance,
The lovesickness that determines the whole life will lead to disaster.
The yellowed ancient scrolls are a reminder of the past.
Write poems and sentences, waiting for your promise to return.
Thousands of books and poems have been written all over the city,
Because it is difficult for you to describe the elegance of ink,
It is difficult to describe the blue smoke of writing.
The coldness of the months is like a rain curtain with drops of water.
Which beautiful lady sheds tears, and feels pity in her heart alone in the boat?
A careless glance,
The lovesickness that determines the whole life will lead to disaster.
The yellowed ancient scrolls are a reminder of the past.
Write poems and sentences, waiting for your promise to return.
Thousands of books and poems have been written all over the city,
Because it is difficult for you to describe the elegance of ink,
It is difficult to describe the blue smoke of writing. Modern Poetry: Yuan 8
The gray sky
The rain falls like silver needles
One, two, countless flowers
Spin, jump, and lie down on the bluestone pavement
In the rain curtain
A small purple umbrella
Like a mushroom
Moving forward slowly
The high heels click, click, click
Accompanied by your slow and thick click, click, click
The white skirt dances
Like a blooming lily
Walking in the rain
With a calm and calm heart
Slowly appreciate the magnanimity and elegance of the rain
Listen carefully to the joy and sadness of the rain
Tick-tock, tick-tock
The sound is crisp and sweet
Hold my hand a little tighter
A drop of rain slips along your fingertips
The mist wraps around the raindrops
The mountains are ethereal
The willows by the pond
Washing their soft long hair freely
A red rose is delicate and delicate, with branches Gently swaying modern poetry: Yuan 9
There are always a few shining moments in life,
which brighten the journey of our life,
turn the page on this journey of life This book,
We meet like a poem in the space of the Internet.
There is a kind of opportunity,
It has nothing to do with romance, but it is beautiful and pure,
There is a kind of companionship, silent in the blue sky of space,
It has nothing to do with it The season is still warm and the flowers are blooming.
If I could give your happiness a color,
I hope it would be a warm yellow,
A yellow as bright as autumn flowers,
As deep yellow as autumn leaves.
Those years, those beautiful moments,
Quietly waiting for the pen to describe happiness,
What can beautify the time behind us,
Forever It was a warm and heartwarming experience.
There are no two identical leaves in the world,
There are no two identical encounters,
Every person you meet,
In fact, they are all unique in this world.
The mellow fragrance accumulated over the years,
always makes people’s hearts suddenly become softer,
I hope for sunshine, sky and clouds,
Always be with beautiful life.
The encounter in this life,
Not because of you in a romantic affair,
Only because of my heart as clear as rain,
Looking at each other with a smile.
Every time you walk through the fragrant beauty,
It can be called the most beautiful spring,
It can bring warmth to the heart,
It is a precious and fragrant good destiny. Modern Poetry: Yuan 10
Love on Chinese Valentine's Day
When Yue Lao pulled strings,
One end of the red rope tied me, and the other tied you.
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Dear,
Half of me is destined to be you, and half of you is me.
The two people looking at each other on the Magpie Bridge,
One is called the Cowherd, the other is the Weaver Girl,
One is at this end, the other is at the other end,
They love each other and cherish each other;
In the cradle of love,
You and I are nurtured,
You compose the music and I play it,
Until the sea withers away;
In the long river of love,
You and I are floating,
You support the pole, I steer the ship,
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Until the source of happiness;
On the love track,
Running between you and me,
You run, I chase,
Until the end of time.
Dear, there are no bright roses,
There is only deep affection,
There is no sweet language,
There are only simple words. Chapter, write down my deep affection for you.