Yiren modern poetry

I watch over you at the cape.

Millennium

Ten thousand years.

Heaven, the sun and the moon

I blink with the stars.

In the direction where the meteor falls

I want to pray for you a lifetime of happiness.

You are my sleeping beauty on earth.

I just want to sneak a kiss on your forehead in my dream.

Insomnia is the only reason why I want to hug you.

Fell in love with you

I have evil thoughts.

There is a place where you appear.

I exist for a reason.

I want to be manly.

Back to you, the tyranny of the beast

In a man's world.

Women always sit in the dynasty.

Modern Iraqi Poetry 2 Iraqis, moths, burning incense.

Tears of rouge wet her sleeve.

It was she who burned incense to the sad moon,

She stayed in the smoke for a long time.

Iraqis, fans, folding willows.

Soft wind, no one stays.

She broke jade's heart,

She was drunk with the red wine.

Yiren, travel to the moon.

Looking at the butterfly in the fog, the moon in the water, the shadow in the clouds,

The only hope is to pick her up and put on a brocade robe embroidered with 3 thousand silk.

Die without worry.

She shed 3,000 tears, melted into elegance, and 3,000 waters flowed eastward.

Three thousand tears, today and tomorrow, bronze mirror, white snow and red hair are old.

Three thousand tears, piercing silk holes, winding willows, hating for a long time, when will it stop?

Cut a thousand sorrows!

Three thousand tears turned into an altar of red wine,

Drink up!

Modern Iraqi Poetry 3 You left quietly,

Leaving a faint fragrance,

Also left a trace of sadness.

Leave a memory,

Also left a lifetime of sin.

You put your most beautiful smile,

Engraved in my heart;

You put your truest feelings,

Melt in my eyes;

You put your childhood dreams,

Treasured in my hands. ......

Maybe the promise will change over time,

Maybe love will change with the world.

In reality, it is the devil, ruthless and unreasonable.

Facing the unchangeable reality,

Commitment is no longer a commitment,

Love is no longer love.

More than ten years have passed,

The Hu Rong tree you planted,

It blooms again.

Red tears,

Ruthlessness is not a nymphomaniac.

Beauty is hard to understand, confidant,

A thousand mistakes make one hatred.

That's it,

You left quietly,

Leaving a faint fragrance,

Also left a trace of sadness.

Leave a memory,

Also left a lifetime of sin.

Modern Iraqi poetry. Like a distant dream.

Sing like fingerprints carved by the wind on the water.

Want to reach out and touch the tears of Iraqis lost in BC?

Who knows that the cycle of time has already dried up the memory.

Footprints on the bluestone board are brushes left by laughter.

Want to hug each other and listen to the story spread by four-leaf clover again

But the author's hand has sealed the sequel.

Unfinished poems are cold in snowy weather.

A slowly dying heart is resurrected at midnight in the dead of night.

Lonely tears disturbed Qiao's face and made makeup break the calm in front of the ancient mirror.

Fragments of memory are frozen on the frozen lake.

Waiting for fireworks to bring warm heartstrings in the coming year.

The lines are scattered and the thoughts are salty.

Memories between the five fingers, playing homesick strings on the guzheng.

Broken strings, broken lines, making a mess of looking back on the marriage of a thousand years.

The attachment of this life has become a shallow dive.

Whose song sings tactfully in the faint mountain stream

All kinds of disturbances, ups and downs in a time like years and months.

The tears of Iraqis confuse the rainy and snowy days of emotion.

Facial injury, blurred eyes.

Yiren tears

Drunk painters can't twist the years, the past is like smoke.

Are you a wizard or a demon?

Why does the whole thing control me?

Distract me?

Did you say a spell?

Did you draw a spell?

Let me catch it for you willingly.

Crazy for you, crazy for you.

It was an unforgettable first meeting.

An affair at best.

I will never frown again.

I never lost my heart again.

I started hanging around you every day.

Sorry for you, happy for you.

I dare not say that fate is predestined.

I don't want you to be mine

Fate is like duckweed.

We can only trudge hand in hand.

As long as there is tacit understanding.

As long as there is no separation from each other

I thank God for his concern.

I'm not afraid of the bumps in the journey.

Even if you finally abandoned me.

Even if tomorrow is a bad day.

I won't regret it.

I will say goodbye to you with a smile.

It is enough to have a bosom friend in life.

Why do you complain about gathering less and leaving more?

I hope my heart will always be young.

Experienced ups and downs * * *

How can I thank you?

Help me out of the long night

How can I repay you?

My youth has recovered since then.

Love-

Let me be your shadow.

You will never leave me again.

Let me do your hair.

You must know how to hurt me!

Modern Iraqi Poetry 6 Iraq, how are you? I haven't seen Nong for a long time. I don't know about you. Do you know that Soo-jin is dead?

She was too tired to bear too much and finally chose to give up her life. Do you know that she misses you very much?

She has been burdened with grievances and resentment all her life. Everyone bullies the weak and puts the blame on her.

Finally, she chose this road of no return. Her heart was full of tears. I work in Jinjiajia factory now.

The slogan that Xiuzhen gave me before she died. I heard that she suffered a lot. She was accused of many crimes. She is very tired. She is a person of status. If someone offends them, they won't tolerate that person. In their eyes, coolies are like ants, forced to talk less. Under the strong, grievances become a river of tears. The powerful strength is earth-shattering, and the personal dignity of foreigners is not worth mentioning in their eyes. Will it be fair? So migrant workers are as small as ants and never dare to say anything.

I can't afford to offend anyone, and I dare not say more when I am in power.

Obsidian spirit was lucky and died in four days. Sad morning dew condenses,

The night breeze is fierce and fierce. How to mourn Xiuzhen? My body will be buried forever.

Reading this is like yesterday, but it has passed away. Go ahead, old friend.

Sad, selfish. I miss Wang Xiuzhen and I look forward to sending it to you.

How long did you sacrifice? The moon suddenly came back. As soon as the robe was destroyed,

Never again. During those months and weeks, I felt sorry for each other.

Sadness comes with emotion, and tears fall with emotion.

Looking at the grave, thinking of Jane. Wandering between the graves in the market, I can't bear to go back.

Wandering can't bear to go, migrating and lingering. On the side of the fallen leaves,

Dry land with severe corners. The lonely soul is lonely, knowing the soul and having nothing.

I used to joke that it was behind us, but now it is in front of us as you said.

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? !

Where can I find the shadow of the ancients again? I mourn today or waste words.

Neither you nor I believe in meeting after death!

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is there, the spirit is soaring, but it is not allowed to study.

Looking for the sky again, there will be first frost. It is a paradise on earth, the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and the autumn moon are still hurting. If you want to plan ahead, you must be surprised by nature and the two places are cool! Really helpless, the sound of the eaves rain, the spectrum of ileum.

Overcoming the door is wrong, what is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night!

Modern Iraqi Poetry 7 Trekking through the countryside and through the fields with the sound of flowing water.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Smell the flowers and listen to the birds chirping on the willow branches.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Take a golden hand and a wisp of incense to the south of Dongli Mountain.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Step on a frost, step on a snowflake, and freeze the snow country.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Climb to the top of the mountain and meet a corner of Shanghai all over the world

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Until dusk, until sunrise, the east, the sun, the moon and the sky rise.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Looking for fluorescence in the full moon lotus pond; Fei Huo Shanting Fenglin Gui.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Pick a spray and stir up a ripple. The forest is like indigo.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

When I was wearing a star-studded suit and getting wet with dew in Chu Xiao.

Take me to find that autumn water Iraqi.

Raising wild chrysanthemum with wintersweet

Just to find the autumn water Iraqis.

Chase seagulls and collect raindrops

Just to find the autumn water Iraqis.

The ranch lives in a pavilion.

Just to find the autumn water Iraqis.

Willing to make flower dew for vegetation.

Just to find the autumn water Iraqis.

Hidden in wild bamboo, nourishing the heart in flowers

Just to find the autumn water Iraqis.

I don't remember when I will come back.

I don't remember when I will come.

I only hope that Qiushui Iraqis.

Modern Iraqi Poems 8 Iraq is drunk, laughing and tearful.

I once made a promise not to give up at Sanshengshi Bank.

Stumbling all my life. You have the beauty to fly with me,

Past lives have passed away. Qianshan is as far away as Wan Li.

But have you forgotten that Sanshengshi Bank and the woman you promised?

Stumbling to this city alone with you, where are you, I shouted,

I can't forget your dribs and drabs and follow your footsteps, but where are you?

With the memory of past lives, I found you in reincarnation, but I am not a beauty around you.

On the road of life, I have been trying to follow in your footsteps. Every time I am late,

Looking at your obsession with beautiful women, how can I abandon my fetters on you and let go?

How can you forget the lingering with past lives at midnight? Meng Po's bowl was knocked over on Naihe Bridge just to get back the red line and continue a leading edge.

Wandering around the city with you, this city has your taste. Every time you pass by, do you remember the woman who tied you up in a previous life?

After crossing the Naihe Bridge in my life, I will definitely drink Meng Po Tang and forget any bits and pieces related to you.

Modern Iraqi Poetry 9 has no romantic love story,

Only my love and sadness,

Sometime yesterday,

Senior three review class,

Before we get to know each other,

We just met,

Without words,

For no reason,

Just because I'm walking alone,

In Zheng Da,

We meet again,

Fate,

You are homesick,

Stopped me at the freshman party,

Talk about the sadness of running away from home,

Since then,

Freshman and sophomore, we just met,

Just because I cured myself in pain,

Find yourself in confusion,

When I realized,

When I'm with you,

I turned and held out my hand to you,

Put a part of my heart in your place,

Guess your life and study. ...

Looking at you in the corner you can't see,

Looking up at you silently behind you,

Thinking of you when I know nothing,

So, there are many excuses,

Surprise you from time to time,

The memory of lollipops is still there,

The moment you borrowed your notebook,

……

Your smile, melancholy looming,

The voice and smile are in my heart,

Inadvertently, I put you in my heart,

Invite you to dinner and chat many nights,

Never said this feeling,

Suddenly it was graduation time,

Because of work, life,

We parted ways,

Tell me about the same China.

Under the blue sky,

But always parting,

Can't meet each other,

We may never see each other again,

Alas!

Work,

Miss the same,

I don't know how many paper cranes have been folded in the past five years.

I only sent it to you when I was in Xining.

I owe you a love,

In my heart,

Your busy and stressful work,

Changeable moods, moods,

It drives me crazy,

What's it to me,

We're just friends,

Good friends,

No matter what I think, I want to give you more tenderness and care.

There's nothing you can do,

Only words care more about greeting you,

I hope god will take care of me,

Give you a good figure, a good mood, everything,

Finally, one day in a certain year,

I decided to tell you everything,

A letter sent to my heart,

I believe it will confuse you and confuse you.

Without feeling,

I have no regrets,

That's enough,

You're confused about me,

I still have influence in your heart,

I need to tidy up,

I'll still look at you,

Bless you silently behind your back,

Pray for god's blessing,

Happiness, health, happiness,

I'll go alone,

Seems to be back to the beginning,

My world,

Now that we have everything,

Sentimental, depressed, sad, physically injured,

Hurt in my heart, the road is long and its Xiu Yuan Xi.

It's so tiring to walk alone, so tired,

My Iraqi,

When will it appear,

At the corner of the road,

We held hands,

I don't know,

No longer expect,

Love has nothing to do with me,

I no longer believe in fate,

Seal it,

Open your heart more, more,

Fight for your crazy pursuit,

I don't care if I'm black and blue,

I only live for my heart.