Random thoughts on modern poetry

Random thoughts on modern poetry 1 misty and dignified.

The soft atmosphere is full of warmth.

The fallen leaves whirled and dyed orange.

September roses are in full bloom with dew.

Shy stamens buried their hearts.

Slide along attachment and yearning.

Bright sunshine in my dream

I slept in the wild and forgot about my insomnia.

Bright moonlight shone through the small window.

Sprinkle derisively on the bed.

Emotional chords are tuned to the strongest sound in silence.

The condensed air is suffocating.

Decentralized thinking is pathetic.

Yiren cried.

Staring place

Sunset, sunrise, clouds, fog, rainbow, solar halo

Still a thousand scenic spots.

abrasion resistant

Life wear resistance

Remember your story.

Sigh her place in your heart.

Or has it gone with the wind?

Your life has started again.

Whether the painful shoulder is given to the ending?

Pale lies, vows of eternal love

You know, greedy you don't just want love.

You want more than the helplessness of that ending.

The flowers in the distance are swaying gently.

The scenery along the way blends with the seasons.

Turn around gently and become a stranger

Time carves the state of mind of blood.

On the sad road, the world of mortals is everywhere.

How strong is the feeling of holding hands?

How many elaborate excuses

Enrich the reasons for leaving.

When it has nothing.

The temperature of smile condenses the romance of zero degree.

There is no turning back, your new search

Who will accompany you to languish?

Random thoughts on modern poetry 2 Goodbye is a stranger.

The sorrow of this world

Wash the sky of fate

When language kills fantasy

When the wings of fantasy are broken

Please stop stumbling.

self-healing

Willing to devote oneself to those who appreciate and cultivate themselves.

This was a feat thousands of years ago.

Has become a legend in a previous life.

Don't expect a long day, but a long day.

Collect carefully, and don't hurt each other.

Impermanence of life

Please keep a copy in this life.

have neither complaint nor regret

Random thoughts on modern poetry 3 tore off the last page of Fang Fei's April, and the red May homepage came into view, and the blood was boiling rapidly. In May, the fire was brilliant red and blazing. May is like a fable, a positive energy, a poem; Give me wisdom, strength, passion and courage; May makes me sigh, makes me yearn, and makes me sing passionately.

May Day is a memorable day for workers all over the world. On May 1886 and 1 day, more than 0.6 million workers in Chicago, USA, went on strike to implement the eight-hour working system. After a hard and bloody struggle, they finally won. Workers have won their legitimate rights and interests through struggle with tenacious, heroic and unyielding spirit, which is a historic progress of human civilization and democracy.

The May 4th Movement is a day that young people in China will never forget. 19 19 On May 4th, a vigorous anti-imperialist patriotic mass movement broke out in the ancient capital Beijing. The revolutionary wave swept across the country quickly, and people from all walks of life were United and played a heroic song of the times. The May 4th Movement marked the beginning of China's transformation from the old democratic revolution to the new democratic revolution.

The second Sunday in May is a day to thank my mother. In our life, there are many people and things that will be forgotten when we encounter experiences. What we will never forget in our hearts is our mother, and we will never lose our deep love for her because of the passage of time. On Mother's Day, this is to remind everyone that "the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it, but he doesn't want to stay close", so he should be filial in time.

May is as abundant as rain and sunshine. Because of the flow of water, everything flourishes, because of the gentleness of sunshine, my heart is moved, because there are too many forgetfulness and encouragement, I can't help being enthusiastic.

In the early morning, I walked in the mountains and villages and leaned against the trees, looking like the morning star. The morning in May gives people a little coolness from time to time, and the fragrance of green grass gives people a fresh and beautiful feeling of floating freely. The rising sun rises in Ran Ran, the stars and the moon fade, the breeze caresses the fields, and the morning dew drifts with the wind. Zhao Hui lightly sprinkled on the mountain stream, sparkling; The sun shines through the trees, sending out thousands of soft rays. People are in the "rising sun", and a ray of love comes to mind. I walked slowly to the top of the mountain, looked around and looked down at the earth, and a sense of accomplishment came to me. Nature is so beautiful, simple and tall, but now the bustling city seems so artificial, luxurious and small. I couldn't restrain my excitement and shouted at the field. Bursts of air jet from the mouth, making people feel comfortable and comfortable, making people feel like flying. I hope, I am eager, that time can stop here and make this situation last forever.

Following the footsteps of the sun to the village, the children are chasing and playing, with their comfortable and carefree expression, spotless and outspoken laughter; Seeing this scene and thinking of their carefree childhood, I can't help admiring these innocent children ... green wheat fields, running water, faint flowers, quiet villages, elegant artistic conception of mountain villages and flawless blue sky; I'm obsessed, I'm intoxicated. A feeling of "harmony between man and nature" floated to the boundless distance with the dandelion that bloomed in an instant. ...

Every time I enter May, I seem to be back to my passionate youth, and people seem to be much younger at once. At that time, in May, there was no so-called "May Day holiday", only the high production enthusiasm of the "May War". Next to the roaring machine, under the background of the big slogan, inspired by "Time is up, the task is over", our big sweat drops down our cheeks, dripping next to the rapidly running machine and flowing in the fiery memory of May. Our youth are also in full swing in this production boom of unpaid overtime. At this time, we truly realized that "we workers are powerful" and deeply understood that "the working class is the leading class". Labor created the world; Laborers are the most sacred.

The lost years will always leave unforgettable stories in time; Wandering years, there will always be clear memories floating in my heart. That year's May, that year's workshop, that year's overtime, that year's good news, that year's passion ... all lit the spiritual torch in this fiery May.

Remember the song that my teacher taught me to sing in primary school? "Flowers bloom all over vilen in May, and the flowers are stained with the blood of people with lofty ideals. In order to save this dying nation, they fought stubbornly and never stopped ... "That was the era of resisting Japan and saving the nation in the last century. 1935, the Japanese invaders invaded eastern Hebei, threatened Peiping and Tianjin, and created the North China Incident that endangered the fate of the Chinese nation. "North China is too big for a quiet desk." In August this year, Zhang Guangnian, who was only 22 years old, created a one-act drama "A Yin Girl" under the pseudonym of "Guang Weiran", and the prologue of this one-act drama was sung. The song "Flowers in May" was first sung by students of Northeastern University, and later spread all over Beiping. Anti-Japanese bonfires spread all over the country, and countless young people joined the army to resist Japan and save the country. They fought for the motherland and shed their blood and youth for the motherland.

Looking up at the sky, the stars of history are bright. For the liberation of the nation, the birth of new China, the excavation of the motherland and the realization of the Chinese dream; Countless patriotic youths bravely burned their lives and youth and erected the ancient Great Wall of China with their backs.

The youth in May, though a little vulgar, made no secret of publicity and dared to fight for justice. Youth in May, although a little paranoid, does not evade responsibility and responsibility at all. "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" is a sacred mission; The youth in May, though impetuous, dared to write gorgeous chapters and strive for the dream of China.

The sky in May is blue and vast, and the earth in May is full of songs. We praise May and the great mother. We sing May, broad, selfless and sacred maternal love. In May, we gained the most extensive feelings. ...

The warm wind in May is like a mother's warm hand. She crossed Qianshan and combed the messy hair tips for the children in the distance. In order to realize their dreams and the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, young people are full of blood and fly all over the motherland like eagles, serving the motherland and winning glory for the country. Thick maternal love, full of bags and shoulders; Wandering in love, a boat full of gratitude, along the increasingly abundant river, sailed to the mother's heart; I wish you happiness and well-being forever, mother with hard work.

In May, azaleas bloom and turn red. Crimson pomegranate flowers jump in the breeze, like fire, burning more than fire. The fiery May is the harvest season and the node for spreading hope. For builders, May is of great significance: planting greenery and harvesting forests; If you plant sincerity, you will reap kindness; If you plant weeds, you will only reap desolation. Sow purity and hope, and you will reap the blue sky and fruitful results ... plan the most anticipated harvest and grasp it well!

Random thoughts on modern poetry 4 (1)

Wake up, dusk, Spring Festival couplets at the beginning of the year.

It's broken. It's time to freshen up. Lovers may visit at any time.

The chain of the bicycle is loose, so it can't take too many things with it.

(2)

The old man piled up at the entrance of the village, wrapped in an old sheepskin coat.

Like the formalism of the times, I heard that the tide is going to rise here.

My parents moved to my strong city across a village.

(3)

The city's green card tightens the money of its followers.

There are no weeds here, and the laughter of chewing gum drowns out the crying.

(4)

Send and receive some letters. I am not a businessman.

Postcards are as thin as paper, and a piece of paper can save lonely souls.

(5)

Say a few polite words and listen to the last lullaby.

I can't raise the suffering hand of an honest man before dawn.

(6)

After a heavy snow, I can't guarantee that there will be no warm winter.

I look like a big clock in a sculpture.

(7)

When it is time to stop, sign this bill.

The handwriting is really sloppy. Who really pays the bill?

Random thoughts on modern poetry 5. Who made the roses bloom so beautifully?

Love or Valentine's Day?

The girl's eyes full of expectation

The boy's uneasy expression

Let this day reveal a different warmth.

The love we touched.

Never come back in time

Chocolate melts between the teeth.

Strong fragrance and bitter aftertaste.

Every vibration of the mobile phone

It makes your heart beat.

Collective blessing

In fact, it is not as good as two words.

Miss you

There are probably many others.

This day is lonelier than usual.

The city is in a panic today.

Many things are moving.

Many eyes were flooded with tears.

And where tears flow.

The scenery remains the same.

Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.

Random thoughts on modern poetry 6 I don't know what year and month it is.

Translated into Valentine's Day in China.

Void stories come into people's lives.

Every year on July 7th.

Our lunar calendar

Many people know.

Those magpies have become bridge builders.

year after year

Many people know.

It is providence that the cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet.

It has nothing to do with us mortals

Who continues to write romantic myths?

Love is really not that difficult.

Flowers, dance halls, restaurants, tea rooms, cinemas

Can express their feelings

It's tonight

On my way for a walk

People in a hurry

On their faces and bodies, there is no element of Tanabata at all.

QQ group, on WeChat

It's all kinds of confessions.

I don't know how to think about weaving with cowherd and weaver girl.

There is also time to solve and find new ways to meet.

Greetings seen and heard

Full of thick smell

Whether it's ours or foreign.

They all follow the same theme and have nothing to do with love.

Today is Valentine's Day.

On my dusty journey.

This is just a noun.

Of course, there are many people like me.

Random thoughts on modern poetry 7 sunset, scattering the last ray of light,

The hazy artistic conception gives people a sad feeling.

Through the Woods, reach out your right hand,

A yellow leaf falls on your palm.

Sitting on a bench full of fallen leaves on the roadside,

Staring at the fallen leaves in your hands.

My mind is melancholy.

Life may be like this fallen leaf,

No matter how green it is.

Finally, it is bound to fall to the ground.

Ideas are spreading.

Finally yellowing is inevitable.

however

Can I have green before the leaves turn yellow?

The road ahead is so long and difficult.

It is futile to recall childhood.

Dreaming about the future is illusory.

Based on the present, is the most real.

The so-called future is the future tense in English.

What we need is the present tense.

The future is unpredictable.

Remember, the future of your dreams,

It is illusory and unreal.

If you want your dreams to come true, you need to pay.

Now we need to work hard.

Only by giving, can you gain.

Now, yellow is inevitable.

Then go green before yellow.

Random thoughts on modern poetry 8 farmhouse music is a random thought of borrowing inn tea instead of wine, touching the scenery and thinking about hometown springs.

Stay away from the hubbub, be broad-minded and carefree as a fairy.

When farmers in rural areas are safe, cities are lonely and sad.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and pleasant, and this is the only place where you can enjoy leisure.

Prose is soft in the mountains and soft in the wind.

The mountains are continuous and the valleys are winding.

Listen to the sound of pine waves from a distance and watch the stream flow from a distance.

Drinking the water from my hometown, but swimming in my dream.

Related reading: I am intoxicated by the different feelings of mountains and mountains, and the flowers are overflowing.

Drunk in the flowers, intoxicated, immersed in it, blushed.

A few times in my dreams, I was on cloud nine and woke up warm and harmonious.

It is rare to be romantic and comfortable, tossing and turning to listen to the breeze.

When the moon is near the water tower,

The lounge is quiet at night.

Looking at the lake from a distance, there are few boat passengers.

Look at the flowers and welcome the night.

Random thoughts on modern poetry 9 We walk on the road with longing,

With persistence and faith,

With a rush and effort,

Go to the wild where grass grows in Fei Ying,

Over the mountains,

Looking for magical herbs to cure diseases and save lives.

We set out on a trip,

Carrying a kettle and a schoolbag,

Take a shovel and scissors,

Stepping on the winding and rugged mountain road,

Walking through the overgrown path,

Call for three mountains and five mountains, here we come!

We feel nature with our hearts,

There is a feeling of intimacy and tranquility,

Holding a bouquet of green and fragrant,

Scan every leaf and grass with your eyes,

Touch a seedling with your hand,

Appreciate everything that grows underground.

We face the temptation of high mountains,

Choose a strange flower and herb,

Digging roots and medicinal seedlings,

The small harvest is brilliant,

Forget fatigue and feel comfortable,

Appreciate the priceless treasure given by the earth.

We went down the mountain with a lot of harvest,

Make a beautiful specimen,

Show off an excellent work,

Satisfy the glory from the heart,

Reward your hard work,

Cherish the endless thoughts of collecting herbs in the wild ......

Random thoughts on modern poetry 10 (1)

Wearing headphones,

Loose hair,

Wandering in the street by bike.

Tired,

Squatting on the side of the road,

Holding his chin in his right hand,

Looking at the dying leaves on the ground tortured by pedestrians.

Lift your head slightly,

Through the lens,

And then through the hair,

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going in a hurry,

Laugh,

It turned out that I was the only one.

Hold your head up,

The long-lost sunshine makes people dizzy.

Habitually raise your right hand,

Cover your eyes,

Fingers slowly separate,

Let the sun shine on my face through my fingers.

As it turns out,

The sunshine is so warm.

(2)

I like the sunshine in winter,

Sprinkle it all over your body to keep warm,

It makes people sleepy,

Have infinite yearning.

I like the warm wind in spring,

Embrace her with open arms,

A kite lies on the grass and looks at the sky.

Follow your heart,

Fly in the blue sky together.

I like cloudy days in summer,

Somewhere in the dark room,

Quietly waiting for a rainstorm,

Covering the earth in an instant,

At that moment,

Finally find your own world.

I like the fallen leaves in autumn,

With the autumn wind hovering in the air,

Squatting on the side of the road and enjoying it quietly,

Everything seems so lonely!

(3)

A piece of paper,

A pen,

A piece of music,

Endless nights,

This is my world.

Staring at the night sky,

Write yourself on paper with a pen,

Hide deep and deep feelings.

Only then,

Very quiet.

I fly in the dark like an elf.

As it turns out,

Night is my paradise.

Some people say,

I'm like a mystery,

It's hard to read.

I want to say,

In fact,

I am very simple,

Just a little lonely.

(4)

I often have a dream,

Walking alone in the maze of black holes,

No matter how you go,

Finally,

Everything is back to the starting point.

The cold wind blew on me,

There is a feeling of being in the middle of the year.

Cut the skin with a knife,

Blood oozes out slowly,

I was so scared.

I started yelling,

Shouting every name in my memory.

however

Except for his own echo,

It is the silence of death.

Fear makes me cry,

Tears fell on my face,

There is a trace of warmth.

The voice began to hoarse,

Tears began to dry up,

I'm really tired,

Slowly lean against the cold stone wall.

Suddenly,

My chest is stuffy,

It's so stuffy that you can't breathe.

At that moment,

I feel that death is coming,

The soul slowly leaves the body,

Without any struggle.

Then,

I woke up from my dream, clutching my chest.

I bought a cross and hung it on my chest.

Let him bless me,

however

To no avail.

I think maybe my dream is not controlled by foreign gods.

I bought another jade Buddha.

Hanging on your chest,

It still doesn't help.

I think maybe I committed too many crimes in my last life,

Let me suffer endlessly in my life.