Will Modern Poetry

Will Modern Poetry 1

The wind whistles in the night

The shadows of the trees dance wildly in front of the window

A whimpering whimper comes to my ears

Who is crying in the darkness of the night again

A simple hut

Inside the hut there is only one person who lives alone

My body has been conquered by the sickness

The crib is firmly bound to all of me

Despite the thick blankets on the top and bottom, I still shake with the cold

Because my body is covered in skin and bones

There is no source of warmth

I have no source of cold. Despite the thick quilts above and below

I shivered in the cold

Because my bones were skin and bones alone

There was no source of warmth

The nerves defied my control

A single posture brought endless pain

No one could solve my pain

All I could do was to endure it in silence

Time, it never stops moving

The time it never stops moving. The dawn is behind the night

There's a warm will in my heart

Death

I just hope you'll take me away as soon as possible

It's not that I don't crave the nothingness of this world

It's not that I can't bear the pain of the body

It's all because of my mother

How many people can read her pain in this world? How many people can read her pain

Death

Please take me now

Even if the 10 most severe punishments are waiting for me

I won't take a step back

Death

I'm coming with you

Allow me to look back at my mother's frown

I hope she'll be able to live in peace and comfort in her old age

I hope she'll have a good life in the future. I wish her a peaceful life

Enjoying the happiness of not having a son to drag her down

Wills Modern Poetry 2

Now I realize that when I am about to die, or when I curse myself for dying, or when I am worried that I will die soon, I feel that I have to die without knowing what I am going to do.

All writers and authors in China who are not on the payroll of the government

must consider this question

Life is a long novel which is difficult to be finalized or finished and published

The author of a long and short life

is struggling to " carry a coffin to the battlefield"

The author of a long and short life

is struggling to " carry a coffin to the battlefield"

The author of a long and short life

is struggling to carry a coffin to the battlefield.

Comrade Ninewells himself was a warrior

I, Comrade Nguyen Pho Ren, should also be a warrior

Before I entered the battlefield

Mr. Xie Hongwu, manager of the Baihao Property Management Company, who resigned from his position after I broke my left foot in a traffic accident

said he wished that I could be a present. I can be a present.

He told me to write a full-length novel reflecting the current working women's

How to make a splash in the world of love and marriage

Thank you, manager, for your love

Thank you for your kindness and warmth

Thank you for your love and care

Thank you for the network, the netizens along the way.

Sincere discussion and mutual encouragement to move forward in the words of the Kamikaze

People with diseases, secretly suffering from the pain of the disease willing to die

But when out of trouble

The disease is far away

Leaving a will feels like redundant

Like Comrade Kukui prolific writer

Writers leaving a will is very reasonable

He has millions of words

He has a million words, but he has not written a single word.

He has already written more than a million words

He should have left a better will so that he can live up to his life's work

The wind is blowing, but what can be done about it

A warrior goes out to war, but he never comes back

Internet authors and writers have produced many fine works, but who is going to manage them

There are thousands of writers and writers in China who have made a big effort to write and write, and they have no way of returning to their home

The last thing you need to do is to leave a will, which you will not do. p>

Bequeathed but not willed Ruoxi, the text will be in

Will but useless Ruoxi, is not a waste of effort

If I die Ruoxi, all all poems and texts collectively

"Collectively to my Ruan Po people's descendants slowly organize the book!"

My will is that simple

My will is the seventeen words in double quotes

My will is that painful

By Ruan Po Ren