Appreciation of modern poems on the topic of night

Seeing those roadside flowers at night

I secretly pour the fragrance hard into my stomach

Summer is like a bug that doesn't stop fluttering

Albums and about love Both grow tired eyes and stubborn hearts

Walking through the place where I went to school at night

Angry, fallen angels in the night

The nighttime The lake opens up with blurred . Ripples

About geometry and modern Chinese

My eyes are wide open and my limbs well-developed

The air is stifling

My poetry is like wet shoes

And my head forms a funny shape

The house is on the shore of the lake There is a wind and a moon

The old woman is a good storyteller

Like tangled wicker

The old woman is good at telling stories

Like tangled willows

At night, walking by the place where I went to school.

At night I begin to think desperately about life

A hard-working middle-aged man

Sleeps soundly while I think

His thoughts are more incisive than mine

Drivers on the road have had their fill of tea

And are struggling to coalesce their thoughts

Like an opera house

The people in the cars are usually emperors

The tea egg buyers doze off

Every day on the flyovers

The cars are like speeding beams of light

Centered at the five-way intersection, the people are like pulsating cells

At night, there's no sunlight

The people are dancing in the squares, mixing desire and pain and pleasure

I'm carrying milk

Looking for the one who will be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one.

I look for the girl from the milk factory

She's dancing with a man in a mess.

Campus at night

My shadow, in the lake of love

Floating ......

An angelic girl

Picking up the hem of her skirt

Dancing with me

I started to fantasize... ...

The seeds of all fantasies sprouting

Like love ......