The night I touched
is the whole body of a crow. The black brought by crows
is covered with the middle things
The distance between things
is like the black in time and time
How many years does it take for a crow to fly
before it suddenly appears in front of tonight
.
Like the pain many years ago
It slipped off the crow's back
Like a heavy snow buried the winter ahead of time
Things got too deep in the heavy snow
Like crows got too deep in the body at night
From the body at night
You can hear a distant avalanche
It is slowly coming down from the roof
Into your life in front of you. Poem 2
That beggar, like a bright mushroom, blooms on the street
Under the gorgeous sky, he clears his eyes
The voice of cucurbit silk is full of a subtle ambiguity
No one can understand the sadness, and it is
blooming brightly in today's flowers
This is on the edge of the sea, and the air is humid
Dear person, However, I always see dryness in my dreams
I dream that I left myself on the highest roof
I dream of those willows, and I don't grow a leaf
I dream of those distant extinguished sighs
Those flashing fish scales
I look at the stars in the front and back of the house
The language of the night is faint, and I
lie quietly in the darkness like a wedding
.
All the flowers tonight have married
lovers, leaving only bare branches
and some insomnia eyes
dancing with the snow. And in the farthest west,
waiting for the thawing of the night, modern poetry 3
The night surges
The swan dance that overflows Magnolia grandiflora
Floods my eyes.
Under the streetlights, vagrants are holding abandoned newspapers
Reading the news with broken corners
I am walking through the forest at night
The whispers of lovers are ringing in my ears
. The ethereal piano sound
the grey night
shows her hazy beauty in a moderate manner under the harmony of milky moonlight
It's a June night
a breeze with the fragrance of water lilies
With the favor of the season
I passed by a handful of walkers
with a delicate touch. The square
dogs barking again and again
rushing the children's silvery laughter
Step by step into the quiet night Modern Poetry 4
Streets surrounded by darkness
Remaining limbs
have been unable to embrace the thick wind
Its vague reflection
Deep thoughts
Frozen, Pages of pictures
dream thoughts can't wait
rush out of the blockade line made of reinforced concrete
press the remote control of love
give silence a glass of hard liquor in the deserted street
the wind is hot
the heart is cold
covered with the skins of wild animals
staggering steps
looking for the nest of weak ghosts.
Don't expect to know the direction in the dark
There are poems and paintings floating over the street
Pieces of yesterday's promises
The night devours the passionate moonlight
Without the company of the stars
The whole world has begun to sink
Why
Why do you leave me with unsolved questions
At this moment, Tears refuse to turn around in the street
A winter bud has been brewing
Don't let it fall off the gentle cliff
The corner of the street is full of rotten stories
I began to think about the taste of ice cream
The swaying notes in the melody of the night
Gently awaken the memory of spring. Are you tired of modern poetry 5 at night? Close your eyes and go to sleep! Take a rest and wait for your soul ...
-Inscription
It's deep at night
The soul is still wandering
Hey! Where have you been?
where's my heart!
It's scattered and messy
Walking between midnight and day
Oh! Who turned the day and night upside down
who stole my heart
and took my soul away?
Day and night, physical and mental fatigue
What's the matter
A tired heart is floating
My soul is displaced
I want to cry
My heart hurts, it hurts
But you don't understand
The silent night, you have fallen asleep
My lonely soul
She is drifting.
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Take a rest and wait for your soul
The clock strikes again and again
The night is deeper. It's thicker
but my mind is still uneasy
In the silent midnight
the sound calls for
pain ...
You know that
the dripping wound
hurts and bleeds
No one knows that
there's only a broken heart
attached to my ear
Go to sleep. It's almost dawn
Stop and have a rest
Wait for your soul. 6
Any day will come sooner or later
Sooner or later, you will leave
Just come and go like that. What has
become in everyone's mind? Where did they go?
Only I know
There is nothing to see in the room
But I still look at the roof that is not afraid of silence
. Walls and doors and windows
Looking at the night when the lights are turned off
Looking at the night when I am mobilized to sleep
Looking at the night when I want to sleep more and more, I can't sleep
There is nothing to see in front of the window
The stars are all in the sky to support that
bigger metaphor, It's all to decorate the
greater inaction
The moon is not the moon
Sometimes it seems like news that can't be told to me
or a heart that jumps out of my chest
Sometimes it seems like stability, Some kind of stone that balances my heart
-summons and symbolizes
but I still think it is more like God opening a door for me to go home
It comes too early
It knows all the news about me
It knows that I am constantly casting shadows on it
Calling for help from it and constantly looking for myself
However, It can only silently mourn
this lost one, Or regret that the
forked path
stopped quietly on my forehead at night
looked at the door of my sleep
I couldn't make a sound
I couldn't even make a little joke with it psychologically. At night, modern poem 7
The lights were dim
People were buzzing
Singing and dancing
I don't know if this is right
.
the evening breeze is so icy
the dark clouds are so thick
the air is so poisonous
a person
an old man stumbling head on
wrinkles on his face
just
a harsh smile
a smile
a heart-wrenching smile
the evening breeze pours into his skirt < P > real life
put on your hat in a mess
cover your eyelids
take a step
stride forward
pain
pain in your cone
run aimlessly
fall down
blood mixed with mud and dust slides down
remember where I seem to see
. P > Tears fall silently
Dropping wounds
Burning pain
Crouching and squatting
Letting the wind rage at night. Modern poetry 8
A
Reading a short poem
Cleaning up the dust in the day
Singing with great devotion
Singing an ancient love song on the vast grassland
Let that poem line and sing. Our soul
makes a pot of good tea
soaks autumn colors for a long time
Don't rush to pack
Pack this whole day's hard work
Maybe
there were too many dross in our mashed collection
Survival and life
It's still a little different
Holding the moonlight night
The soul has already.
I don't want to bow down to the peak
Since I was a child, my soul has been shackled
There are layers of calluses
There are forbearance and grievances
What you have in your glass is only your unwillingness
and you will let your sadness fly
Holding the moonlight at night
The soul that can't be settled is desolate
II < P > The most beautiful and warm
Couples smile at each other
Good night to all the scenery
Those who don't want to, I used to
peacefully guard my dreams
on a clear day
pack your bags
travel lightly
the world roams with you
take a bath for my body and mind
broaden my horizons
someday// The sunny afternoon
may be suddenly enlightened
Bring the reborn self
No longer full of worries on the forehead
Settle down the soul
Life is complete
Help the moonlight
Tonight we may be quiet at night. Modern Poetry 9
Yesterday
You were clear in Wan Li
Light white clouds
Like scarves < The neck is
sunny
leaving no shelter for the gloom
Today, it is
sullen
full of melancholy
depressed eyes
repressed anger
endured
rushed to
careful people
. Anger finally
grows like pumpkin vines
tentacles spread everywhere
quickly climbs and covers
thunder is faint
you have to vent
you have to shout
your sharp eyes
are piercing
are tearing
black depression
your sharp eyes < > your angry roar
shook the earth
frightened people
and at night
you were calm
your face was soft
everything was infiltrated by deep poetry
immersed in
peaceful dreams
dim lights were on in the windows
people were sleeping. Suddenly
the street lamp is sleepy
like a hazy poem
chewing
with sweet fragrance
your face
smiling
shining
with bright light
your eyes
full of smiles
like stars
shining.
Like a firefly, it
fills
a quiet night
Like a jewel
taped to a curtain, it radiates
a kind light
warms
a cold heart
comforts
a lonely soul. Modern Poetry 1
Night will finally bring noisy people.
Suddenly,
a beautiful woman sitting by the bed,
lifted her red veil and
showed me a smiling face.
That smiling face,
lit up my eyes,
let me see the infinite happiness in front of me;
That smiling face,
quietly moistened my heart
made me smile warmly.
I uncovered the beauty's red veil and
sat beside her;
Suddenly,
the beauty around me,
hugged me,
tears of happiness flowed all over her face.
Her tears,
flowed all over my face,
flowed into my mouth,
flowed into my heart,
her tears,
made me feel deeply.
I got up and picked her up,
spinning around the room full of flowers;
from then on,
it knocked on the big stage of my life,
from then on,
she became the other half of my life.
I held her in my arms,
she giggled;
that laughter,
lit my passion like a fire,
that laughter,
sang a poem of our love like a song.
Love,
It's very much like an undercooked jujube,
It makes my face red when I think about it,
Love,
It's like a tangerine in my mouth, <