Road Poetry

Road Modern Poetry 1

How I would like

to be an immortal worm

Crawling in the wrinkles of my mother's forehead

Crawling through the sweaty brooks in the wrinkles

Carrying out tiny grains of salt

There is a whistling wind in the grooves of the wrinkles

And there are also the waves skimming over my

Thin, thin wings

I always wanted to

level the shore or fill in the bottom of the grooves.

I always wanted

to level the shore or fill in the bottom of the ditch

My mother's clear forehead was the path I

crawled on and the tarmac on which I landed

I wanted

to be the worm that never dies

living in the thicket of my mother's white hair and frosting

and I used to suck the sap and rub the dream of my green silk

with the sap of the sap I sucked.

But it dances with the wind

I wish

I was an immortal worm

My mother's drooping skin

A desert about to take shape

Inside the green veins is the river

Still seeping through

It's all the way! It's all the way

I can walk up to my parched lips

and see the one tooth

like a mainstay swaying without water

I can walk up to my ears where I can't hear me coming

and try to dig out a trace of hearing

over the hill of bags under my eyes

and I can walk up to my blurred eyes

and try to sort out the thinning of my eyes

and I can walk up to my eyes

and I can walk up to my eyes that are blurred

and I can walk up to my eyes that are blurry and blurred

I climbed over two collapsed peaks,

regurgitating the scent of milk from long ago

to the warmth of my still warm heart

I wanted to

walk into the pathway paved with green veins

straight into my mother's womb

that was my warm and original cottage

Road Modern Poetry 2

Autumn rains come in dreams

Tenderness is gone

Tonight I pine for you alone

A dream in a whirlwind

A thousand years in the past

Streams of young v

Playing a song of longing

Pouring out a world of love

Gazing at you in deep love

Mentioning a lifetime's love affair

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the job done, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the job done, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the job done.

The curtains have been rolled up and the west wind is thin

Looking back

Who will coiffure your hair

Who will warm your hands

A whole life of infatuation

has become a cloud of smoke and drifted away

It's hard to take back your love

It's hard to keep your love for a stranger

You can only

keep your love for a stranger

In your heart

You can only promise me three lifetimes and three more

You'll have to make a promise to me.

I'll make a wish for three lifetimes

A modern poem for the road

The summer is hot

After a storm

The busy city

is finally quiet for a while

I'm sitting under the gazebo

The smell of grass

Comes with the wind after the rain

The woman who tends to the garden

Just put in the watering trough

I've got to get out of here, I've got to get out of here. The little woman with a stroller

Walking gently in the fragrant green state

No one can feel the cars in the middle of the road

Rapidly speeding

Along the crossroads

Mechelon Furniture Mall

And the fine porcelain houses

Showing the aspirations of the modern people's life

Farmers' market

This way. Farmers

Truckloads of watermelons

Fussy customers make melon farmers feel cold

This city

Has just been washed by the wind and rain

Cleanses our hearts

Everything is full of despondency and hope

Each of us has more than one smile and understanding

The city's gardens can really be bathed in sunshine

The city's gardens can really be bathed in sunlight.

I hear the sound of a distant hawker ......

Are you in a good mood for the weekend?

Road Modern Poetry 4

Country Road

I grew up in the countryside, so the country road is y

stayed in my memory.

The first time I went to the countryside,

the bumpy trip is really awkward;

used to the countryside,

the foot plate is hard and people thick.

The first time I went to the countryside,

the first time I went to the countryside,

the foot plate is hard and people thick.

A good countryside road,

It is twisted and turned to bring up thousands of families and ten thousand households;

A good countryside road,

It is pitted with potholes to remember the hardships and pains.

The breath of the countryside is so kind and deep;

Walking on the countryside,

The simple style is so deep and rich.

The countryside road is a country road,

a long scroll to seek;

The countryside road is a country road,

the book of a thick epic to pass through the ages.

Don't look at the muddy road,

The giants have taken many steps;

Don't say that the road is difficult to walk on,

The road is paved from here.

See this plain road,

which once carried spears and swords to cut down kings and lords;

see this potholed road,

which has taken up a new burden to change the sky and the earth.

It is not as beautiful as the flower paths,

but the scenery is so beautiful that you can't get enough of it.

It is not as wide as the road,

but the scenery is so beautiful that you can get enough of it.

The road is so beautiful that you can't get enough of it.

The country road that I was used to when I was a child,

left me with a lot of warmth and happiness;

The country road that has been rebuilt nowadays,

brings me more inspiration and feelings.

The rural road that has lost its poverty,

has added a sense of grandeur and wealth;

The rural road that is close to the city,

is catching up with the trend of the times.

We advise our friends to walk this country road often,

and have some gains and feelings;

We advise our comrades to walk this country road often,

and add a layer of pride in our hearts.

Once upon a time

I liked to watch the night

Naughty to hold a small bench sitting beside you

The sky is full of stars is an endless story

When the moonlight flowed through the willow in front of the door

Whew, sleep in your arms

Now

Alone in front of the window

The voice of the telephone is broken.

My heart still lingers on those distant words of advice and concern

The evening breeze whisks away the willow cotton from the branches

The long-lost sweetness of childhood escapes

Endless thoughts

Later

How far away is it

Praying that the other side of your dream is the way back

Back to your familiar home

I'll pour a cup of tea for you under the old house. The smile contains happiness, the smile is full of vitality. The smile is full of eternity and hope, the smile is full of beauty and sunrise ...... Have you ever really seen a smile? It may not be happy in color, but buried in the bottom of the heart, need you to find it, to dig it. The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get to the top of the list and get to the bottom of the list.

The road may be difficult, but you have to walk it, and you have to smile in the face of the frustration

Tired

Don't fall down

Think of your parents at home

You have to hold on too

Tell yourself that it's nothing

Tired

Don't give up

It's not the things that are given up

It's you who have given up. p> It's yourself

Cherish yourself

Bored

Don't complain

God doesn't know who you are

Live life to the fullest

Enjoy what you're doing

Battered

Don't be down in the dumps

Don't think that you're naturally capable of doing everything right

But try to do it. p>

But try to do your best in everything

Don't say you're lonely

You don't know what loneliness is

You have a family and friends

You haven't been through anything

How can you be lonely

Don't think you're so important

The world will go round without you

And don't think that you are so important

You are so important that you can't be happy.

Don't think you're not important

For your parents

you're all they need

Be sure to show them your happiest and most optimistic side

because it's only when you're happy

that their lives are worth living

Don't pursue a better life just to make it better for yourself.

Don't continue to put your parents under the responsibility of never-ending labor

They should have their own lives

They shouldn't have to live for us

Be positive, don't be depraved

Don't blame society as a whole for our depravity

Why is it that other people can fight for their ideals

Depravity is due to the laziness of the heart

It's because you're lazy.

Walk every day

Pay attention to the grass under your feet, the flowers around you, the leaves on the branches

They are all living beautifully in such a humble way

We are smaller in comparison

Live for yourself

Do what you like

Live for others

Do what people who care about you like

Live for others

Do what people who care about you like

Live for others

Live for others

Do what people who care about you like

Do what they like

Do what people who care about them like.

Go out more often when you have time

See the great mountains and rivers

Soothe your heart

Nourish your heart

Don't be overly critical of the things that happen around you

Existence is reason

Since it doesn't matter if we live or die

Why do you have to add to the worries

Don't judge others

Don't judge others

Don't judge others

Don't judge others

Don't judge others

Don't judge the things you do

Don't judge others

Especially someone you don't know

We're only qualified to criticize those we love

Don't speak when you're angry

Because we often regret those words later

Forgive others for what they've done to you

But don't make a habit of it

Even if you can't understand your parents' ideas anymore

You'll never understand what they've done to you, you'll never understand them. Don't blame your parents even if you can't understand them anymore

Know that

they are the ones who want what's best for you

You can't let them down

Show your love

Show that you're growing up

Give them the joy of reaping what they've sown

Know that

we were raised by them

and that they are the ones who raised us

and that we are the ones who raised you. We are the crops they have raised for the longest time

They have put all their energy and effort into this place

Don't let a flood leave them with no harvest

A night of gray hair

See their own happiness, cherish their own happiness, be thankful for their own possessions and pursue their own ideals.

In fact, whatever we do, we should do it with a smile from the bottom of our hearts. Because only calm and collected, will help you to success! To be successful, the above several basic points are very important. But I personally believe that those are the intermediary foundation of success. I have always believed that success should start with a smile, from a smile, that is very close to success, not far from happiness!

Road Modern Poetry 7

The road of life is actually the road of love.

When I was a child, how did I not know?

It was not appropriate to be underage!

When I got married, why didn't I cherish it?

It is more appropriate to seek the fulfillment of the promise of the Lord!

When I was in distress, why did I not look back?

It is not appropriate to be in a hurry!

Not at that time, nor at this time,

but my love has become a dead ant!

There are a lot of shots that need to be played back,

full of thoughts and prayers.

Cupid, shoot me again with an arrow!

I will go crazy in pursuit of love.

Cupid, Cupid, hit me in the vein with your arrow!

I want to fulfill love's destiny on this autumn day.

I want to cleave the path of love and steer a horse to a gallop!

And said that a woman with a literal knowledge of the woman by my youth,

I will be very enthusiastic with ten percent of the love of ten thousand points of passion to eat you through!

The footsteps of the old road, but there is no old love.

The wind is blowing coolly, and I'm sober.

I have read Yu Xiu-hua's poems, and I have seen the photos in the space.

Read some human sexuality why it is so hard.

When love is not played out, that has to be played on!

The road is paved with light and darkness,

You are Emperor Yang of Sui or the people!

The flavor of love, who pursued who have.

Who gave up, or even impotent,

Everything is lost or fade!

I hope we all come together to fix it,

step after step of the frightening road of love!

I don't have to take a measuring tape,

The road is as long as love is!

Every morning

I look forward to standing at the stop sign and waiting

A few hundred meters away

Among the countless private cars

I can always see your generous figure

In the shadow

Every stop

From the streets and lanes

From the thousands of households

I'm not sure if it's the same as the one I've seen before.

From thousands of households

Recognized or not

Gathered in a small space

Temporarily gathered into a small community

The train in the morning

Most of the old people wake up for morning walks and shopping for groceries

Sleepy-eyed commuters

Rush to board the train with their breakfasts

Instantly, the smell of onions, meat buns spread out.

The limited space

The unfamiliar faces every time

Almost every time I put my last foot on the bus

There are always eyes on the bus

I can't help but look away from those eyes

I like to listen to music

I look out the window

The businessmen who are trying to make money

The businessmen who are trying to make money

The businessmen who are trying to make money

I don't know what to say. > Businessmen pulling in money

Bus station inspectors registering vehicles

Motorcycle drivers with breakfast in their mouths

Panting delivery vendors

......

Each face testifies to the comfort of a small town

It's a bumpy and sonic ride with frequent changes of faces.

Most of the time I don't sit on the bus

Standing is unsteady, but I hope to leave my seat for those who need it

Occasionally, I'm too tired to hold on

I sit down just to catch my breath

Once

I walked through the crowd

I was awakened by a hand tapping me

"Would you mind giving up your seat? "The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a handbag.

There are also

A male student leading a female student to the car found that there is not enough change

The two of them are not enough

All around the eyes are looking at each other

Finally, I can not bear to

Walked up to hand over the money

In the face of the thank you just waved his hand

"No need to do that. I hope you'll be able to help others next time you're in this situation."

On the dusk bus

There are always groups of college, high school, and elementary school students traveling together

Listening to the chatter around me

I'm sometimes amused

I bow my head and secretly grin

I sigh. I'm young

Cramped space

Strangers meeting strangers

Sometimes it's raining hard

The car is so crowded

It's almost impossible to stand

The guy next to me seems to sense my predicament

Sneakily moving as far as he can to the side over and over again

The space that's made available

I'm not sure if I'll ever get to the next car, but I'm sure I'll get to the next car, but I'm sure I'll get to the next car.

It may seem like a small amount of space

but it's a good thing

I smile back in appreciation

The good thing about small towns

The #1 bus is almost never late

No matter if it's raining or windy

It always stops right on time at the station entrance

The patience of the drivers is a lot friendlier than the previous year

The cold winter days are a lot friendlier than the last few years.

A cold, lonely winter day

Bus number 1

In a small town where private cars abound

It's like a friend who never fails to make an appointment

It arrives on time, embraces you, and takes the cold out of you

It travels the streets and alleys

Rich or poor

It pulls you up one by one

It gives you a lift

And then it goes down

And then it goes back to your car. "Thank you"

Road Modern Poetry 9

When I was a child

I went to school and played every day

I walked on a winding road

On both sides of the road

The grass grew luxuriantly

And flowers bloomed in full color

Not far away, there was

The dense forest

The forests of the city were full of trees.

Dense woods

Green crops

The path was winding and winding

It seemed to fit only

My little feet in parallel

I would hop

Into the bushes to catch the crickets

Into the woods to pick the wildflowers

I would let the dew of the morning

Wet my beloved shoes and socks

And the morning dew

Wet the socks and socks.

Or I would go down to the clear stream

and touch the cute little fishes and shrimps

When I grew up

the winding road became

thick and fat

and paved with a thick layer of gravel and sand

the road was filled with cars and motorcycles

the road was filled with cars, motorcycles, and other things that I had never seen before.

The creek blended into the river

I looked from afar

The green grass and red flowers

I listened to the crickets chirping

I thought of the butterflies flying

The woods disappeared

There was only the desert in the distance

And the crops close by

I remembered with pride

The rice in my hometown is famous in China

The rice is the best in the world.

The rice of my hometown

has also disappeared

My heart is stuffed to the brim

as if it is more crowded than the buildings in the city

and as if there is something that is struggling desperately

Lu Modern Poetry 10

Walking through the cold, cold winter

Out of the dark hut

To the sunshine of the spring

After a few spring showers

The sky is as clear as a mirror

A wisp of spring breeze passes by

I open my mouth and drink in the fresh air

All my worries are forgotten

All my fatigue is dispersed

I just want to close my eyes

In the warmth of the sun.

Listening to the song of the birds in the branches

And drift off to sleep

But I can't lie down

When I look at the bag on my shoulder

I'm on the sea of dreams

How can I stop here

I'm adjusting my mind

And I'm bidding farewell to the springtime here

Stepping firmly, facing the north. I'm facing north

Spring comes late in the north

Maybe there'll be flowers along the way

I'm facing north, facing the direction of my dreams

It's cold in the north in the winter

But I'm fully clothed

You don't have to ask me if I'll be stopping

You can ask the white waves that race by the locks

You don't have to ask when I'll get there. There's no need to ask when I'll arrive

Flowers will naturally open when spring arrives

You can ask me about my footsteps

You can weigh my heart

All the way north

Welcoming the earliest dawn along the Heilong Jiang River

Chasing after geese flying back in the spring

My heart

Hitching a ride on the Beijing-Guangzhou line that whistles northward

I can see that I'm not going to stay in the springtime. On the northbound Beijing-Guangzhou line.