Meet the Modern Poetry

Meet Modern Poetry 1

Autumn is light, misty and cool

After a few rainy days, autumn is getting stronger

But the green leaves of the vines are still facing the sunlight

Like a courageous promise

Fulfilling the wishes of the seeds

//

Along the way, we passed by a bookstore

So we were enchanted with the story of the old times.

A whole life, a whole season

It's just a dream

A little bit of melancholy

And a few surprises and a few heartbreaks

The protagonist who appeared on the scene, like a firework

What's amazing is just the heart of a girl

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Stopping to listen to the leaves fall

With autumn, I've got a chance to be with the people who are the best.

The joy of reuniting with Autumn after a long time

Through the struggle and stripping of the heart

With a clean heart

Knowing and loving myself and being gentle with myself

The warmth that remains in my bones

In the cycle of glory and blight of time and time

Sensing the understanding of life

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From the rainy days to the bright sunshine, there is nothing but love.

Not at the farmer's market.

Not in an empty, deserted, sprawling meadow.

Not in a romantic outdoor café.

Only at the edge of a place that is both in and out of your imagination.

A place you've only ever dreamed of, but which you've never seen before.

A place where you expect the unexpected, but also full of surprises.

A place that is full of strange flavors, but with a hint of familiarity.

This is where you meet.

No one cared who spoke first.

Just as no one cares who they are.

Oh, what a coincidence.

Yeah.

How are you?

Yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Fine.

Oh.

I have to go. I'll leave you to it.

Oh, I've got to go.

Bye.

Don't try to guess who they are.

Not a couple after a breakup.

Not friends after a fight.

Not band members after a breakup or anything.

Like I said, it's a meet. It's just a meeting.

Something about you changes when you meet.

The air got a little cloudy.

The voice is a bit hoarse.

The air is a bit cloudy.

The voice is a bit hoarse.

I miss you a little bit in my heart.

You think about the person you met who has become handsome, fat and tall.

You think about the person you met.

You think about the person you met.

Have you ever experienced this?

You'll suddenly remember how good that person is after a sudden encounter, even though you said they were bad before.

You'll suddenly want to talk to that person, even though you used to say they were annoying.

You'll suddenly get heartburn. Suddenly.

No?

Then at least it's proof that your relationship with that person is normal.

It's the abnormal ones that hurt.

The rest of the day goes on.

You're looking forward to meeting him again someday.

You've even got your opening line ready.

An opening line that leads to a long list of words.

One day your heart is beating really fast.

You have a feeling you're going to meet him.

You're stuck in place waiting for him to show up.

Suddenly, someone shouts, "Look at the sky.

You look up and see a cloud, suspended in the sky.

The cloud looks like the person you're thinking of.

You think it's beautiful, and you open your eyes wide.

But the sunlight seems suddenly fierce, and the two golden beams of light shoot unashamedly into your pupils.

You hurry to close your eyes.

You hurry to close your eyes.

You rush to close your eyes.

You rush to close your eyes.

The person you're waiting for just walks by.

When you look up again, the beautiful clouds are blown away by the wind.

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Meet Modern Poetry 3

I heard that it will rain in Paris today.

I heard that meteors will pass by today.

I heard that it will snow in Beijing today.

You said, after really walking through Paris Fashion Week;

only then did you realize that modeling is harder than on the screen.

You said, love always makes people love and hate;

Only those who have suffered from the torment of longing can understand.

You said, memories always like to frame the good.

Because we always like to miss happiness.

You said, if you can do it all over again,

maybe, you will still choose to meet me again.

Remember, when you were in school, you said your dream was to be in Paris.

Remember, you like, the breeze gently brushed the hair fresh.

Remember, you love to talk, Lin Huiyin Zhang Eiling love story.

Perhaps, the flowers bloom half-summer, in order to open the beauty of the three lotus.

Perhaps, the leaves fall in late autumn, in order to bloom the fireworks of seven-colored flowers.

Perhaps, the fingers are interlocked, in order to have the love of the bird with wings.

I love, that sometimes naughty, sometimes serious silly girl.

I love, that naive and kind, a little bad bad stupid guy.

I love, that understanding, good girl for my sake.

I love, the boredom of holding your hand and strolling from the street to the end.

Like, accompanying you in the rain dancing and singing crazy.

Like, even if you are separated, you have to say goodbye with a smile.

If I could meet you in Paris!

If I could meet you in Paris, would you still be the same as before?

Give me a big hug.

Then, hold me tightly.

And then, hold me tightly.

Speak the words of love that only the two of us can understand.

Then, I will kiss you gently on the cheek.

Kneel down on one knee and say the words: Will you marry me?

There is a kind of love called wishing you well!

I'm not sure if you've ever seen a person who is so desperate to get married, but I'm sure you've never seen a person who is so desperate to get married, but I'm sure you've never seen a person who is so desperate to get married.

Had to choose each other forced to the end of the world to forget,

Just because you always understand that those who can not escape the past,

is that you and he wherever you have to face the bond.

I already know that I can't be so selfish as to enjoy his love,

It's just that I've been facing everything alone for too long,

and I can't let go of a little bit of warmth like a moth longing for a flame.

But you can't be so greedy,

Because he is so hard to prove that he can accept anything,

And you y understand that you can't give him what he wants,

Instead of dragging each other down until it becomes a deep hurt,

How about coldly refusing to let him free to leave.

If the existence of the inevitable to accept the fate of the trick and arrangement,

Why not ancient all press cut off the thorns of love to let each other frankly run into the future.

You are willing to bear all these things in silence,

no matter how much the inner surging still expression calm to harm.

I understand why you exist and for whom the door to your heart is open,

but memories are always like the devil's yellow sand will be your courage

brutally buried. Your heart has long been as dry as a tree cracked flesh exploded,

The rain is carefully nourished still dare not boldly hope for a better future.

Dear,

If you are so sad that you can't say it to anyone one by one,

Then you can turn over the thick books again and again and cover them slowly,

You don't want to let the tears fall down recklessly, you can secretly cut off the haze of the inner winding,

Let the boundless hot sunshine sunshine to the heart to the end of the earth, even if it can't be existed again.

Dear,

If you meet the future,

Can you not face the cruelty of the dialogue alone,

Maybe there is a person who can really accompany you to the mountains and rivers, spring flowers.

But I only waited for you to release the loneliness in my heart

If I hadn't met you

How would I have known that there is another self in the world

No matter how high the mountains are and how far the waves of the sea flow

I still warmed up to meet you

In the year of the flower blossom, I glanced back in an unintentional way

An encounter as poetic as a beautiful poem bloomed in the years of the dancing

The rain was so light that it was a breeze and the winds of the rain were so thick that I couldn't see it.

The rain was falling, covering the shy face

Like a dream-like picture, painted in the colorful season

To this day, I still remember the moment I met you

The eyelashes that fluttered slightly, like a kind of promise

Looking at the clouds to gaze at the fragrance of that time still remembered

In the light of the sadness of this is full of pale and powerless thoughts

The first time I saw you, I was in a hurry to get back to my home.

When did the evolution of the story become a person

Life is still pulling away from each other

You once said that the sky in May is extremely beautiful

Such a crazy mind, in the heart of the surge of acidity

Acacia into queer, the moment messy in the tip of the pen

Write endless sadness, tell the depth of the love of the endless

Love dyeing the flow of the year.

The feelings of the unrequited entanglement in the tip of the pen

Half sad, half bright

Guarding a period of pale green flow of years waiting for you

Meet modern poetry 6

We met in the gorgeous peach blossom, in the morning and evening together

We like creepers like entanglement, snuggling, sweet

We awakened a



































The best way to get a good start on your life is to get a good start on your life.

All I can see is your inexorable loneliness

I look far away from the path where you once wandered

I can't forget your reluctance and fragile sadness at the corner of your eyes

I know that you came to my world

I know that I lost you

I don't know how much bigger a white horse I'll have to ride to meet you again

I don't know how much more I'll have to do to get to the top of my list. I don't know how big a ride I'll have to take to meet you again

If I hadn't met you

I must have been in the morning

Breathing in the odorless air

I must have been in the evening

Walking through the lonely streets

I must have been in the middle of the night

Listening to the sound of loneliness

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You walked into my life

You walked into my life

I know that I lost you

I know that I lost you.

You gradually read my mind

You listened to me with care

You touched me with love

You didn't have fancy words

You were just silent greetings

You freshened me up in the morning

You sweetened me up in the evening

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The best moments

are not the glamorous moments

I'm sure I've heard them all before.

It's not being in your prime

It's not being famous

It's not having a house full of silver and gold

It's having someone who understands you

It's having your heart in your mouth

It's having your heart in your hands

In the best of years

I meet the person that I've been wanting to meet for a thousand years

In the middle of a million people

I meet the person who is the best of all times.

Among millions of people

The most beautiful thing in this life

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A heart that has been frozen for too long

Finally begins to beat

A body that has been tired for too long

Willing to rely on you

Just because you know me

I can't control

My heart that beats

/

The time spent with you is the best time I've ever spent with you

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The time spent with you is the best time I've ever spent with you.

The time we spend with you

is always so short

We play picking strawberries

We laugh at the sunset

We **** the western food

We sing like crazy

We watch a movie together in silence

We remember every moment like it was yesterday and today

I'm not sure what to do with you.

Two hearts that understand each other

No matter how early or how late, they are destined to embrace

Love for each other, love for Zhongshan

You have the ambition of Dr. Sun Yat-sen

And I have the talent of Soong Ching-ling

We're a match made in heaven

Two hearts that have taken each other in hand

Even if there are many storms and snowstorms in our future

Even if there is a lot of snow and snowfalls, we will always be able to make a difference in our lives.

I'll be with you when you win

I'll be with you when you lose

Let's write our lives together

We won't have time to be part of each other's past

But we will hold hands to write

Our happy future

We'll be with you when you meet me. Modern Poetry 8

If I hadn't met you

If I hadn't met you

You and I would still be drowning in the hustle and bustle

A few times, I'd have been intoxicated

I would have met you

If we hadn't met each other in the first place

We're still strangers, like grass, and each thing is his own

Your world is like an unopened film.

I can't get into the darkness

How many beautiful encounters have there been in the world

And how many heartbreaking partings have there been

When time separates love into the distance of the sky

Thoughts often preface a love poem

I don't think of partings as breakups

It's a kind of consideration, an enduring mystery

Close your eyes and think carefully about your feelings.

The posture of the wind and snow

Ice and jade bones

Revealing self-confidence and strength

You are the red apricot in February

The quietness of the shallow clouds reflecting the water

Unique flavor

Interpretation of life's light and beautiful

You are the peach blossom in March

Contrasting the makeup of the condensation

The smiling face

You are the rose in April

The fragrance of the roses

The lightness and self-sufficiency

Explaining the beauty of the years

You are the durian in May

The scarlet in the midst of all the greenery

The fragrance of the daughters

Kindling a fiery passion

You are the lotus of June

The tender and beady face

Elegant and unassuming

Performing a kind of worldly splendor

You are the sunflower of July

Divine optimism

Warmth and radiance

The scent of sunshine

You are the bay laurel of August

The fragrance and fragrance of the sunshine

The fragrance and the scent of the sunlight

The fragrance and the scent of the sunshine

The fragrance and the fragrance of the sunshine

The fragrance and the fragrance of the moon laurel

The fragrance and the fragrance of the sunshine

The fragrance of the fragrance is far away

Elegant and intoxicating

Unintentionally staining the skin of the air

You are the autumn chrysanthemum in September

Proudly standing alone in front of the splendor of the world

Not to eat the fireworks

Leaving behind a stubbornness that embraces the fragrance of the branches

You are the hibiscus in October

Extraordinary and unassuming grace

A fragrant and full of flavor

The fragrance is very beautiful, and you will be able to enjoy it. I have met you

In the season of blossoming flowers

Thank you for the shallow destiny

Let me have the most beautiful scenery in this life

Meet Modern Poetry 10

This season is suitable for warmth

There are always some memories that are in love with each other,

Graffiti of the years on a plain paper

I have been describing the four seasons in a quiet way,

I am not sure what I am talking about, but I am sure that I will be able to find a way to make a good impression on you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

When you brow, that shelved for a long time warm,

pierced through the heart of the cold,

tender eyes of the clear happiness,

can be, quietly with you, fishing that moonlight of the cold.

In the quiet time,

Along the waterfront of the heart,

The gentle call,

Along the vine of time, the madness grows into a tree of splendor.

Those murmuring listening to the heart,

in the leaf veins of thoughts, nibbling on the kindness of the heart,

Unopened flower things, long conflagration,

The sunshine in the eyes, pulling the memories.

In the folded image,

your memories remain.

The moldy pain,

has become a blurred landscape.

Overlooking a past heart language,

Listen, that climbed the smile of the time,

loaded with sunshine, and love,

and the time of the vine of the petal warmth.

Throughout the years,

the hedge,

flowers murmuring, entangled into a landscape,

roaming through a clump of thoughts,

in the depths of the heart, stood as a gesture of watchfulness,

for you, the silent promise of ......

meet modern poetry 11

if I choose not to meet you

Every time I meet you

My heart yearns for the next time I meet you

I can't see you

Your figure

Makes me dream

If there is a choice in meeting you

I choose not to meet you

I'm afraid that I'm afraid of

Not being able to meet you

I'm afraid of not meeting you

And it makes my life more complicated. p> And make my life more permanent regret of not meeting

Meet Modern Poetry 12

In honor of our immaturity. I remember when I was young

Among millions of people, I found you. So here you are

I appreciate all your clumsiness and romance. Clumsy Romance

What you see is not always true. Old Movie

One person, one adventure. The world is much wider than you think.

No time? Then travel with your eyes. A voyage of dreams

For every poisoned apple, there is a Prince Charming to rescue it. Every problem, has its own solution. Snow White

Someone falls in love with you at first sight, when TA meets you for the second time.

Your presence makes my life full of miracles. Meet a miracle

We are all small, but who says we are not powerful? Butterfly Effect

Just want to, quietly, watch over you. I am waiting for you

Far away, but a send you a sweet, a surprise. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I want to think of me, then call me...

Can I ask you out?

Send you a sweet, a surprise. Send you a sweet letter

The best thing is to share with you, everything.

Thank you, give me this colorful dream.

I have a small dream, that is, to have you in my life forever.

Why lie to yourself

We are the same

You are my reflection

Meet Modern Poetry 13

We

Met in the most beautiful years

That year

In Shenzhen

We met each other

In the most beautiful years

We met in the network

The most beautiful years

We met in the network

We met in the network

The most beautiful years

We met in the network

We met in the network

We met in the network

We met in the network

The closest distance

is also the furthest distance

I said, "Let's be your girlfriend."

What a thoughtless sentence

Since then, we've been in love

Love is a common thing

When you don't get it

Love is a wonderful thing

When you get it

Love is a poisonous thing.

Love is sometimes a poison

At the time of sinking

Is meeting you

not the best view of my life?

How many times do I need to look back in my previous life to recognize you

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You say it's fate

To meet in a sea of mundane people

Every person who passes by you

carries a faint sense of fate

Fate comes

I cherish it

Fate is gone

I let it go

It's so good to meet you

No matter what kind of feeling

It's a good thing to meet you.

It's all about taste

Love has always been a thing of many twists and turns

Together and apart

I'm in love with you

It's no longer a legend

Thanks to you

For appearing in my life

For appearing in my best years

Meeting the modern poems 14

On that lonely rainy night

I met you.

You are like a beam of light,

shining into my lonely heart,

warmed my heart.

I have known you for a thousand and one nights,

and the last thing I got was your prayers,

praying for me to let you go.

Did you just want to be like the girl in the fairy tale,

who told a thousand and one stories for the king to be free,

but the king learned to be kind in the end,

and what did I get?

Remember,

when we met on that rainy night,

you were so silly,

but so cute;

Remember,

whenever I was hurt by other people,

you told me,

time teaches you to let go;

Remember,

I was so happy when I met you,

and I was so happy when I met you,

that I was so happy when I met you,

but I was so happy when I met you,

and I was so happy.

On the night you left,

it also rained heavily,

and I think you were trying to end up where you started.

On the night you left,

you said to me,

the world is too noisy, you have to take care of yourself,

but I still don't understand what that means.

I love and hate rainy nights.

Love,

because meeting you was the happiest thing in my life;

Hate,

because you left me and took away all my happiness.

But I will always remember that there was someone who warmed me,

on that lonely rainy night.

Just to meet you

For that meeting

I waited for a winter

You fluttered lightly and hovered

Falling in my hair and eyes

I held you tightly in my palm

You melted in my hand

Disappeared

Full of love.

Only shallow water stains are left behind

Reflecting the nightmare of your hexagonal smile

We said we'd meet in the winter

Never say goodbye

Promises made in the wind

Vows made in the past

Years have gone by

Coldness in my bones

Wet eyes and pain in my heart

For the sake of that

How many more days do I have to wait

Year after year

I'm saving up all my strength

The wind and the rain have been blowing for years

I'm looking forward to the next winter

I'll meet you again

I've been waiting for a long time for this.