The modern poem of floating

Modern Poetry for Floating1

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The South is a rainy place

But it rains too much here

It's been raining sparingly for more than three months

It's been raining madly and ominously

The water in the river is muddy, yellow and muddy

The sky's clouds are dark and dark, and there's shade in it

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I wander the streets of summer nights

Listening to the roar of the frogs

Looking up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.

Wandering in the streets on a summer night

Listening to the frogs roar

Looking up and down

Yellow streetlights

Occasional car horns

Slowly shuddering

Finding a reason to fly on my cell phone

Letting my mood swim in the air with the stars

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The railroads criss-crossed the country

The river was muddy and yellow with mud.

I don't know her address or whereabouts

I don't know her magic or title

I just saw a little shadow in the books and stories

I just heard a little sound in the scrolls of the Buddhist scriptures

And so I prayed to my relatives and friends to pray for the happiness of the world's living beings

Piao's Modern Poetry 2

The river before me is originated from the sky

And I saw the river before me is originated from the sky

The river is originated from the sky

The river is originated from the sky.

Look at the river that has floated away all the stars

The heart, if it slumbers again

Who else is there to call out

Dawn, can it still break through the darkness

I say, you have traveled across the river

The stars have been fished out and scattered to the banks of the river

Look at the seeds of the stars that have grown into floating rushes

The sunlight receives the

The sunlight will surely fly in to accompany this dark and silent night

Do you think that if the reeds were to wither away too

Would the river whimper and cry

Would the beach groan with sleepless nights

Would the vows decay with the withering away of the reeds

The mumbling autumn bugs will not be able to keep up with the darkness of the night. > Will all those murmuring autumn insects fall in love with each other

I say, the so-called withering is just following the season

Sleeping in the cold will surely wake up with the spring breeze

Prosperity is the dream of the rushes

The sunlight in the morning shines on the rushes' smiles

The flowers all over the place are the stars winking

You say, emotions should be like a small river

Even if there are occasional wild waves

It should be like the rushes, which nourish the spring and summer and shine in the autumn

In the snowy season, they set themselves on fire

From the beginning to the end, they are full of self-confidence and send warmth to others

I said, "I'm tired, so sit down with the rushes on the ground."

The strings of the piano will easily crack if it's too tight.

Worries and slanders melt away in the autumn night without colorful flowers

Open the skylight of your heart, release joy to gain happiness, seek beauty to pursue your dreams, sip loneliness to vent your pain, compose hope to aspire to tomorrow. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that.

(heavy) heavy chrysanthemums fragrant, (sun) light softly shine chest, the whole family together really happy (fast), heavenly (joy) the most peaceful! I wish you a happy Chrysanthemum Festival and a happy family!

For you to drive away the sadness, for you to bring joy, for you to dispel the cold, for you to send warmth, for you to send the best wishes, old friends, happy Chongyang Festival.

On the ninth day of the ninth month, nostalgia is like wine, the end of the world drifting, when to get together, greetings to old friends, true love forever.

Chung Yeung Chung Yeung everything is not difficult, in this era of peace and happiness, I wish your whole family a happy holiday! Good health

The old do not have to sigh, more need not be taboo; flowers have blossomed, trees have glory and wither. I wish you a happy Chung Yeung Festival!

On the 9th day of the 9th lunar month, send your friends a cup of friendship wine, may the feelings of the day long; a cup of blessing wine, I wish happiness and well-being to permanent; a cup of happy wine, I wish a lifetime of happy and carefree!

Friends, we are always scattered

We are like yesterday's dandelions easily dispersed by the wind

Like the despondent 'cool autumn' red leaves all over the ground withered and withered

Time is in a hurry, the distance is gradually farther and farther away

Time is in a hurry, the memory is gradually piled up gradually thicker and thicker

Is it because of that pile of sand of the time was we hold too tightly, but so easily leaked away?

Is it because the sand of time was held too tightly by us that it slipped away so easily

Is it because we sang that song too fast that it ended so quickly

Yesterday we were together

Today we are going our separate ways

Is it true that

Tomorrow we won't know each other at all

That flower has faded

That thought has been left behind?

Just looking at the night sky is full of puzzles

There are no stars, no white moon

But there is cold air, and there are people's hearts

Feelings are still the same, friendship is still there

Friend

Before it rains, take your umbrella

Before it gets cold, put on extra clothes to protect yourself from the cold

Before it gets teary-eyed, think of a shoulder

Before it gets cold, think of a shoulder to cry on

Before it gets teary-eyed, think of a shoulder to lean on

Before it gets teary-eyed, think of a shoulder to lean on

My friend

Don't enjoy the moon alone

Don't enjoy the dumplings alone

Don't turn your hair white

We are still

beside you

We will still have you

in our heaven

My friend

Peace in your life

A modern poem about drifting

Looking from afar,

the snowflakes are as pure as dreams

and there is a slowly flowing river in the middle

On the bank of this floating scarlet spring river

I thought secretly,

and from my heart burst out all at once:

Stick to our dreams,

and try hard to

Try to realize these dreams,

Go for it!

I think, you know my deep meaning

You faintly did not say a word

low-profile,

silent,

waiting for the ......

Just as the snow,

fell in droves, and then melted in the love of the earth

The first time, I was in the middle of the night, I was in the middle of the night.

From then on, the love was hidden

Hidden in the heart, turned into motivation

With love, pursuing their own dreams

Helping each other, motivating each other

Struggling hard

In the face of difficulties to help each other

Hand in hand, together to meet the so difficult

No matter who is tripping

Another one of them, the other one of the two, the other one of the two, the other one of the two, the other one of the two.

The other inspires the other, never give up

Go for it!

Let's witness it together!

Another step towards success in the coming year of drifting snow

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You blossomed in the soft spring light of the morning sun.

The morning dew is also enchanting, this tuft of fragrance,

This poetic flow haunts Kouba's release of songs ....

The pale purple color, is it smiling with a beautiful conceit?

Or fresh and elegant, or silent meditation!

The air is also saturated with fragrance,

flowers like wind chimes, gently singing and spring agreement,

embracing the arms full of green, gorgeous

only to nurture the only beautiful fragrance!

The opening of the high, open on the blue

This is a low-flying colorful clouds?

This persistence, this passion...

In the dustless air,

is the pure land of the heart

reciting the value of life and hope, right?

This blooming freedom, self-sufficient, self-sustaining,

This simple, dignified, is the blood of the countryside,

Is pure, romantic drift ....

It is the soft words of love,

The strings of tung blossoms hanging high between the branches,

The fullness of the opening of the interest,

Is it and the spring breeze of the word pen echoed?

Is it the murmur of poetry?

Is it a simple and loving true love?

Who keeps asking in the long journey?

This spring flow of pink and purple,

whether it is in the obsessive search for the once lost dream!

Do not believe, you look at the flying petals in the rain,

are a piece of the beautiful desire to be lost,

Well, this is dear, ordinary sentiment!

The blooming tung flower is also a blessing of mutual delight and love!

Drifting Modern Poetry 7

The snow drifted! The people are silent!

Your heart is still flying

Walking through the harbor where you used to rest your feet

Find you back from the eyes of your lover

The heart is obsessed! I'm not going to be able to do that!

Why is a short stay so charming

I wonder if in your pious dreams

you still remember the comfort of the first blossom

Ah, you have walked through the winter's frown

and have found your way back to your beloved's eyes

! You have crossed the winter's brow

with no regret

The memory that you can't let go of

is silent in front of the Buddha to bring her back

Ah!

You've crossed the winter's gaze

Sitting on a misunderstanding

Walking through this winter

Is the one who waits still sad

.........

The snow drifted! The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car and get out of the car!

Your heart is still flying

Walking through the harbor where you used to rest your feet

Finding you in the eyes of your beloved

The heart is obsessed! I'm not going to be able to do that!

Why is the brief stop so charming

I wonder if in your pious dreams

you still remember the comfort of the first blossom

Ah! You have crossed the winter's brow

with no regret

The memory that you can't let go of

is silent in front of the Buddha to bring her back

Ah! You have crossed the winter's gaze

A misunderstanding has been realized

Through this winter

Is the one who waits still grieving

Drifting Modern Poetry 8

I don't know how, but I suddenly

feel that there is a snowflake in front of my eyes

It's the tear that I shed when I was in Delingha

It's carrying a piece of innocent and deep feeling

From the distant heavenly palace, it's the first time I've ever seen a snowflake in the world. With them

not to talk about people go or not go tea on the cold thing

only want and a kind of attachment, a kind of shoulder edge

and pass by the share of the distance

to communicate with each other's hearts

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those little elves

as if wearing the dress of Snow White

these knot a piece of earthly destiny of the snowflakes

the first time, I will not be able to see the world.

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Very light, very beautiful, very gentle

Snowflakes have their own souls

There is no false reality

The sun can only come in when there is a crack in the life

Understanding is the most beautiful destiny in life -

The most beautiful destiny in life is to be able to understand.

One, two, three, the sky is full of them

With them, there is joy in each other

The distance between them is like the white butterflies fluttering in the sky and the earth

Amidst the simplicity, there is a song from the sea of the heart

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A touch of realization in the surplus

Lighting a lamp amongst the countless crystals.

A light

A little bit of warmth

In the red dust, there is a kind of longing

There will not be too much sadness

The warmth of love, a ray

Can melt a cold heart

Even if you think about the roadside

Landscape, eyes will be full of beauty

The roadside of the life of the people, the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the world.

The meeting and parting on the road of life

can also become the scenery of life rolled up and spread out

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With the dancing snowflakes

I also think of the spring of next year in Xining

Standing in the flowers and looking out

In the green forest in the distance, there will be

One after another small bird, the bird of prey

The bird of prey

The bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, and the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey.

A section of the green dickey that never passes away

Wisteria blossoms

Sitting by the window in the spring and summer

The wisps of wind

Lift the helplessness of the cool night

Falling in love with the purple cold and red warmth of the spring

In the flow of years that goes around the tree

Silently combing the debris of memory

The pomegranate blossom is the most important thing in the life of the world, but it is also the only thing that makes me happy. The pomegranate blossom's drunkenness

is dense in the verdant colors

is the ancient well of the heart

still brewing a luxuriant curtain

or longing for a break with yesterday's breeze and moonlight

joyful and sad

calm and quiet

like a curtained dream

lingering in the fragrant night

the life's redness, the life's redness, the life's redness, the life of the people

the life of the world

the life of the world

the life of the world

the life of the world

the life of the world

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The sincerity of life

Worked in your ink rhythms of flowing water

A deep and meaningful meditation

Close your eyes

I hear a seed ringing the morning bell of life

With the sunrise, I set the tapestry of spring

On the horizon of the sky and the water

Waiting for the sunlight to kiss each and every inch of the gauntness and dampness

The sunlight is kissing every inch of the gauntness and dampness

The sunlight is kissing every inch of the wetness and the dryness

The sunshine is kissing every inch of the wetness and the haggardness.

Sleepless people

Devoutly praying for a successful life

Cranes spreading their wings on a melting spring day

Cooking smoke curling up as if in a dream

Silent shadows of blue and the scent of the lotus

An oil-paper umbrella looking through the flowing clouds and scrolls

Hiding your cloud-watching heart in the classical style of you

You're the romantic lyricist among the strings

You're the romantic lyricist among the strings

You're the romantic lyricist among the strings

You're the romantic lyricist among the strings

I'm the one that's been waiting for you to come back.

You are a romantic lyricist among the paths

And I approached you in the mood of drunken flowers

Into the softness of a deep spring like the sea

And the brightness of my heart

A pair of windy eyes of longing

Charming inch by inch

A section of a green dickey that will never drift away

A wheel of time as clear as the moon

Modern Poetry of Drifting 10

Watching the clouds float past

It's that pair of calloused hands,

Turning the rust-stained plow,

In the dusty memories,

An inadvertent fatal blow.

I want to think of the blossoms at that time,

I want to think of the wind and rain at that time,

I want to think of the ignorant youth at that time,

I want to think of the naive and silly sweet honey at that time,

Tearing at the scabbed wounds,

Eroding numbness in the muscle marrow,

The pain is worse than the salt.

Green fall of the night,

Weeping tears,

Wet the plain paper, fuzzy ink,

Star fall ne scattered, all the music is silent,

Some people are still leaning on the waterfront,

murmur and sing,

Reed reed pale, the white dew for the frost,

......

Reciprocal story,

Eternal theme,

The protagonist of the achievement of the years.

Curtains eventually to fall,

The song is over,

A moment of witness, dead heart!

A hundred-year commitment,

cannot be interpreted into an endless soap opera.

The other side of the offline, turned the hour hand,

even through the fingertips of the blade,

once again stabbed in the heart,

stand up, open the window,

let the sunshine in,

no burning clouds,

but see the colorful clouds full of sky.