What if, on the last day
I could choose
I'd like it to be in spring
The sun is warm
The bees are buzzing
And the flies are buzzing too
The flowers in the early morning
Are swaying in the wind
And the late-risin' grasses
Are eagerly peeking their heads out
My cloudy old eyes
The colors are still clear.
My cloudy eyes
The colors are still clear
Nestled in an old wicker chair
A family of swallows
Trying to fly under the eaves
I
Muttered to myself
My grandchildren held my twiggy hand
And listened to me. Listening
to the swallows and me
The moment the swallows
fluttered their wings
and flew away from their mother
I was in my grandchildren's big hands
fading
from the temperature
If I had to choose the last day
I'd like it to be in the Summer
The sun is hot
The robins are tired
A clear space
The lotus leaves in front of the door
Hold umbrellas for the little fish
Red dragonflies in the
Crowded water
Pleased with the lotus blossoms
Elegantly drew love hearts
But every time, they became a
I'm in the bow of a tiny
wooden boat
my granddaughter
in the stern
gently paddling
a river breeze
the pain that's been with me for half my life
swishes
and disappears
a
small mosquito
that's been with me for half my life
and is now a part of me. little mosquito
Whispering in my ear
Finding a good spot
Sticking the needle in
This slight tickle
It's so nice
In my granddaughter's nursery rhymes
Little mosquito bellies bulging out
Bulging up
My ear
Is a little mosquito's labored <
The sound of flying
Far away
Far away
If the last day
Were an option
I'd be in autumn
Leaves
Beaten
Butterflies have tightened their wings
I'd be in a violet
Cheongsam
And a black
And a black
And a black
I would be in the middle of the night. black
cashmere shawl
holding my first love
side by side on the wooden chair of the swing set
swinging
swinging
swinging
a small body tipping over
no longer warmly in the arms of
a red leaf floating and dancing
in the heart of my heart
falling asleep. p>
Sleeping
A
variegated butterfly
rests on the snow-white sideburns
That's
the hairpin of so many years of dreaming
waterfall hair
Who is it that is gently caressing
touching
stroking
stroking
if I would choose winter
If the last day
I would choose winter
The air is white with snowflakes
The yellow plum loses its luster
The red plum gushes his blood
The two magpies
Walk, fly and squawk
The warmth of the stove
The soft embers of the fire
A soft fire
An unquenchable flame
A flowery dress jumping with a backpack
A white dress peeping out shyly
A bun pulled up to hold my child in contentment
Shuffling wrinkles demurely in a mirror
Walking trembling in the wind and rain
Silently
Quietly
Silently
What if,
In fact
There are no what ifs
There are no what ifs
Today
isn't the last day
It's the sun
It's the wind and the rain
It's the warmth
It's the coolness
It's the unpredictability
It's the years and years and years and years and years and days and days. Day after day
It's a long
A long chain of love
No more what ifs
Rubbing the hurt
Wash your face
Change into something bright
Close the door behind you
Embrace the sun
Embrace the winds and frosts
Embrace the love in your heart
What ifsI'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do what I want to do. Modern Poetry 2
1 day after the breakup
If we meet
I'll look into your eyes
With tears I'll tell you
I don't want to see you go
I'm willing to start over as many times as it takes for you to turn around
A week after the breakup
If we meet
I'd be I didn't know what to do
Until you disappeared from the crowd
I realized
All I had left to do on this night
was to cry
One month after the breakup
If we had met
I would've turned away from the world
and pretended that I hadn't seen you
but I would've hoped for the best
Instead, I hoped to hear you call me.
I wish I could hear your voice calling me
Hear the voice that haunts me every night
It's been a season since we broke up
If we were to meet
I'd stop
I'd stand quietly on the corner
I don't want to be seen by your happiness and see my sorrow
It's already a doomed ending
It's so hard to get over it.
I don't want to be disturbed again
It's been half a year since we broke up
If we met
I would greet you with an expression of calmness
But in my heart I would say.
But it's still a deep regret
Maybe there's still hate
It's a trace of love
One year after the breakup
I still want to meet you
I want you to see
I can live without you
I want you to tell me
I can live without you, but it's not a bad thing.
Even without me in your life
Two years after we broke up
But I never had the chance to meet you
All the words
Buried deep in my heart
All the scenes
Are just my own fictional dreams
Dreams are over, but only tattered memories remain.
In the end
The world goes round and round
Time goes on day by day
We tell ourselves
How much it hurts and how much it hurts
And tomorrow will surely come
Who cares about what's gone before
Nobody cares about what's gone before ...
If you're going to be in the world, you've got to be in it for the rest of your life. ...
I would like to be at the top of the mountain
With the eagle as my companion
With the beasts as my companion
On the steep mountain
I would like to be at the top of the mountain
With the eagle as my companion
With the beasts as my companion
With the eagle as my companion
I would like to be at the top of the mountain
With the eagle as my companion
With the beasts as my companion
On the steep mountain
A house made of stone and brick
Doesn't stand out at first glance
But it has a deeper flavor
I'm standing on top of the cliffs
Watching the clouds roll in and out
Listening to the sounds of the past
Thinking of the ancients
High mountains and flowing water play at the end of the world
I'm all alone now
I'd like to be in that pavilion
I'd like to lean on the wooden railings
I'd like to tap on the windows
I'd like to be in that flat hut
I'd like to be in that plain house
I'd like to be in that simple house
I'd like to see it without feeling it's all so crowded
But there's something else in it.
But there is a kind of peace and quiet
Walking along the corridors of the old city
Watching the pedestrians pass by
Listening to the voices of the sellers
Thinking about life
It's all about the little things
The joys of the family
The joys and the happiness of the families
And now, I'm alone
Appreciating the various hearts and minds.
Life is so peaceful
Life is so peaceful
If life could be transformed
I'd like to be by the sea
The waves are so beautiful
I'd like to be with the fishes
I'd like to see the sunrise and the sunset
I'd like to walk on the soft, soft, soft beach of the quicksand
I'd like to listen to the tidal wave.
Watching the waves
Leave a trace
As if from a distant paradise
Whispering words
Tell me
The loneliness of the sea
The dark sea
The white moonlight
Alone
Looking at the stars
Singing a lonely melody
I'm not sure what to say. I woke up
and went to sleep
and in my dreams, I was smiling
and crying
about the bleakness of the world
and now I'm all alone
and listening to the wailing
and the indifference of my life
and the indifference of life.
If life could be changed
I would have gone to the desert
To see the vast solitude of the desert, the long river and the sunset
If life could be changed
I would like to come to the ancient temples
To feel the birds' voices, and the sound of springs everywhere
If life could be changed
I would like to go to the ancient temples
To feel the birds' voices and the sound of springs everywhere
I would like to go to the old temples
If life could be changed
If life could be changed
I would like to go to the riverside where the lights are on
I would like to enjoy the coldness of the sun on the water and the redness of the river
If life could be changed
I would like to go to the courtyard where the water is like water
I would like to think of the silence of the silver candles and the cold light of the paintings, and the light of the small fans and the fireflies
If life could be changed
I would like to go to the simple and ancient countryside
I would like to go to the ancient and simple countryside
I would like to go to the ancient and beautiful countryside
I would like to come to the simple countryside
I would like to touch the warmth of spring tonight, and the sound of insects through the green window screen
Life is ever-changing
All kinds of joy, all kinds of different
If life could be changed
Why do we have to struggle in this high-rise building
But life can't be changed
We still have to struggle in this high-pressure building
We can't change life
We have to change life, and we have to change life in this high-pressure building.
We still need to keep chasing in this high-pressure era
Even though life can't be changed
But we still have a little bit of fantasy
Fantasizing about our own inner paradise
Irrigation of our own tired hearts
A clear spring
Drinking a glass of wine
My heart stops with my thoughts
What if the modern poem 4
Life is like a boat
Crossing the sea
I don't know where I'll stop next
The answer may be deep in the clouds
We can't look for it
To meet you
Life has suddenly become very meaningful.
The sun shines brightly, and there is hope for the best
I want to be with you
To feel the beauty of the world with you
The insects and wildflowers, the fireflies in the streams
I want to be with you
To play with you in the fields and the forests together
You are looking at me, and I am looking at you
To share the sweetness of love with you
My words
I have been in love with you since I met you.
My words
come from the depths of my heart
hot and strong
that's why
they can touch the bottom of your heart
Look
open your ears
if you hear your heart beating
and the one you love loves you
close your eyes
and if there's a smile on your lips
you'll be able to see the truth in your heart. If there's a smile on your lips
The person you love loves you too
That's how the heart works
But a beautiful love
Has to go through so many ups and downs
It seems that this beauty has made the gods jealous
I've chosen to leave
A thousand times, my heart is like a knife in my throat
I'm not sure if I'm leaving you
I've been so unhappy to leave you, but my heart has been in a knife fight
I don't know if I'm leaving you, I don't know if you're leaving me.
I don't know if I have the courage to live without you
Let me accept the fire of war
At the behest of God
Returning from the battlefield
I've lost my sight
I can't see your smile
I can't see your beauty
I've realized that I can't give you happiness
I can't give you happiness any more.
I can't give you happiness
I can't give you care
I chose to cheat
I chose to run away
In order to let you live a happy life
I will always love you
I'm not here anymore
Don't cry
That's not the way I want to see you
You're so beautiful. You're so beautiful
My angel, I'll watch over you forever
Please scatter my ashes in the stream where you and I met
The stream will flow forever and love will last forever
If love has a heavenly will
I hope
That if we meet, we won't lose each other
If love has a heavenly will
I hope
That we can cherish each other
And that we can be together.
If there is a heavenly will in love
I hope
Happiness will last for generations
Love will have no more regrets
Even if it's for generations to come
Even if it's in a past life
If there is a heavenly will in love
I hope
We're together till the end of time
If the modern poem 5
Gently you will leave
With the lightness of the snowflakes outside the window
Waiting for the next spring sunshine
To melt this winter's snow flakes
In the cold stream of the clear sky
I can see your smile, I can see
Gently you will go
Because the season we met, the fall
I wish that we would never die
If love were heavenly
We would never die
If love were heavenly
We would never die
If love were heavenly
We would never die
If love were heavenly
But in the blink of an eye, it's a farewell
If you're going to leave tomorrow
I'd like to ask the white-bearded helmsman to lend me an uncovered dinghy
With no effort
Willow branches for the gentle rowing
I'll accompany you to look at the stars in the sky
All the way to the night's end
The river of heaven is quiet and beautiful in my dreams.
The river in the sky is beautiful
Overflowing with the starlight Perhaps I should sing
But I won't
I'll be silent for you tonight!
Suppose you're leaving tomorrow
Tonight, I'll write a poem for you
Suppose you're leaving tomorrow
At this moment, I'd like you to leave a memory for me
You're leaving tomorrow
Tonight, good night!
If I were a little flower.
Roots deep in the soil.
When I look up,
it's someone else who is in full bloom.
I long for sunshine,
but there's only shade underneath.
I'm not sure if I can do anything about it.
How can I be happy?
The wind! Let the wind blow!
I would like to ride the wind!
Let every petal of the flower travel over thousands of mountains,
and let the fragrance of the flower spread to every corner of the world!
If I were an eagle.
The feathers of the eagle are not yet dry.
When I look at the clouds,
it's someone else's journey;
I long for the sky,
but there's only the shadow of failure.
How can I be happy?
The wind! Let the wind come whistling!
I will go against the wind!
Let me be seen in every part of the blue sky,
and let the eagle's voice echo in the hearts of all things!
If I were a stone.
I'd be a stone. I'd be in a small corner in silence.
Looking around,
is the towering of others;
longing for attention,
but only full of moss.
How can I be happy?
The wind! Let the wind come whistling!
I will go with the wind...
Maybe one day, your feet will be paved by me,
Maybe one day, you will look around and see -
also every stone like me, we **** together! cast!
On summer afternoons
With a breeze
To ease the heat
And bring coolness
To make the wilted flowers bloom again
And make heads roll
If I were a cloud
In the dusk of autumn
With the scent of maturity
I would shed my magic
To bring all the green
And all the green
To the earth
To nourish the land
To bring out the life
And all the green
To bring the earth to life
And all the green to life
Turning all the green
Into harvest gold
In a wordless way
Proclaiming the greatness of people
If I were a cloud
Let me cover the world at winter's dawn
With boundless snow
Letting the life build up its strength
Letting the heart be purified. The heart is purified
In the world of snow
Everything is so pure
If I were a cloud
Let me
Follow the cycle of the seasons
All over the world
Sprinkled with hope
If I were a cloud
If I were a cloud, I would create I would make many pairs of big bright eyes
And give them to the blind people
So that they could see this beautiful and wonderful world.
If I could change, I would make a pair of wings,
and I would play games with the white clouds,
and I would say hello to the wind,
and I would see how big the world is and how beautiful the sky is.
If I could change, I would become the Monkey King.
I would protect my master,
and see if those monsters would dare to take my master away.
If I could change, I would become a police officer,
I would lock up all the bad people in the world,
so that they would understand that evil has its consequences.
If I could change, I would become a teacher,
not only to teach the children, but also to play with the students,
how happy I would be!
If I could be a doctor,
I would be able to treat my mother when she is sick,
and she would say that I am the most filial child.
If I could change, I would become a dancer,
and my dance would be the most beautiful in the world,
and maybe people would ask for my autograph.
If I could change, I would make the world a more beautiful place,
so that people could get along with each other.
If you really understand life, what you see is more pretense, more cruelty and filth, helplessness and confusion.
If you really understand life, you are obviously really sad, but still want to fly to the high place, to the farther place.
If you really understand life, you will feel that a lot of things around you, a lot of people are perfect, but when two perfect things together, but destined to rub shoulders.
If you really understand life, you know and you rub shoulders with people more excellent, but do not resist and do not escape. No matter what happened in the middle of the experience, in the end, can forgive, can smile to deal with.
If you really understand life, you will know that there will never be enough things to do, can not finish the work, but you will still do your best to do a good job at the moment.
If you really understood life, you would realize that many things are futile: what you learn you forget, but you still learn.
If you really understand life, you will understand the silent tears. It drops, and the tears are actually filled with its pain, its realization.
If you really understand life, you know, although you do not want, you still have to be happy. And you know that, even if you don't want to, you have to be happy, and you have to be serious.
If you really understand life, you know that even though you want to, you still have to live happily.
Unconscious,
If life never meets,
Chasing after the fireflies fluttering in the night sky
I am still the same ordinary me
I endured all the way to the thorns and thorns of the prickly pain.
I won't be the one who searches for you to be sentimental
And you are still the one who puts out the cold plums
When the smoke goes out,
When the June is replaced by the stormy weather,
If life never meets
When the geese meet the brutal hunter,
I won't know that there is a kind of man
And so the dying of the heart has become the most important thing for me to know.
It's always been like the first time, the more you look at it, the more right it is
A kind of beauty.
Like a cup of warm red wine
The more you drink, the more drunk you get
When the eyes fly,
When the sunshine sprinkled on the West Lake after the storm,
If life has never met
When the voice has been hoarse,
The world your descent, it will be irrelevant to me
Pure music gently, silent.
Perhaps in the vast ocean,
the carp that bravely jumped over the dragon's door is not me.
Ink has traces, the pen does not regret.
April's spring rain brings May's flowers,
If life has never met,
just unintentionally fell on the dry branches
Meet you is the most beautiful accident.