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 2Autumn 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 4Country 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 7The 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 9When 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 10Walking 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.