Your name, a modern poem.

The modern poem Your Name 1 suppresses lovesickness to the lowest point.

Still erupts like a dam break

Drunk every night.

Be together every night

Bury your thoughts in the deepest place.

Still growing as fast as mushrooms after rain

As soon as I went back,

Accompanied by day and night

A voice was shouting in the distance.

Just like the inner red bean.

The sound of plates falling.

There is a feeling that I have never forgotten.

Habit becomes nature.

If the starry sky is full of your name

I want to be a star, I believe you.

If the ocean is covered with your smile

I want to become a small wave and follow you.

Never want to go far away.

Because you are familiar with the temperature.

Never want to leave.

Because in your bright starry sky

dark blue

Or a piece of blue.

Will sink into my dream forever.

When I miss you like the tide

I can't control it.

Let tears flow into your name.

"Your Name" Modern Poetry 2 In the fleeting time of plain colors, I sat quietly on the elegant and fragrant path.

Draw your name with a pen, give a song of missing, and play it gently.

A quiet path, a line of fine print, a quiet tune.

Touching the strings and tapping the keys, your name, my music, is an elegant poem.

Deep and shallow acacia ripples in my heart, gently bounces up and reads your name deeply. ...

Twilight, walking in the quiet deep alley of the old city.

Looking at the swaying cage lights, none of them belong to me.

Eyes dim, looking at the past, sitting on the steps of the incense trail.

Pick up a nostalgic feeling, spread out a plain pen and write down the most beautiful words, your name.

A wisp of floating ink fragrance, a wisp of poetic and picturesque, slowly flows on the bluestone board of Xiangjing.

The poem of missing is fragrant and gentle with a roll of affectionate words, and rhymes to make a zither, which gently bounces in that shallow fleeting time.

Beautiful melody flutters in front of my eyes, and I know this is your painting.

I miss Mo Xiang, and I wonder if the distance of poetry is engraved with my deep feelings.

When we meet again, do we embrace each other deeply and embrace each other in the fleeting time of spring?

Misty, touching the smoke on the diamond wall.

Feel your trace in a quiet place and pursue your trace.

Xu Lai is the breeze, and the smoke of missing is stuck on the first floor.

Listening to Sion in the distant years, did you see me in this dimly lit place?

Picking the fragrance of orchids, indulging in the colorful years in this time, your face is warm between my fingers.

The moonlight shines on the fragrant path, and you and I will never meet again in this life.

Thoughts on letters are often mentioned, your name.

Every time I listen to your distant name, it's like building a Zen mind in a world of fireworks and quietly listening to your poetic name.

I want to rhyme my name again to make a beautiful song, sit in front of you, look at you affectionately and play another song for you.

Missing ink, flying out of the window frame, graceful words, the deepest memories.

I don't know how to arrange it in this shallow and fragmentary time.

Only constantly in every late night, pick up unforgettable thoughts and read out your deep feelings.

I have been in love for a year, and the rest of my life is fleeting. I just walked through your city, hoping to step on the fallen flowers you stepped on.

The string sound of missing is around the porch window, and the swaying lights are floating.

Gently cut off the swaying lights and look back at the faint scent path. I want to hold the acacia roll in my hand.

Looking forward to the fragrant missing words, stepping on the deep and shallow fleeting time, stranded in the rest of my life.

Waiting for a misty rain in the hometown of poetry and painting, you have a prosperous dream, which becomes a fragrant poem and floats into your colorful dream.

In my dream, I outlined your name in a faint fragrance path, wrote a book of acacia, caressed the strings and played it gently.

A string and a rhyme are my deepest thoughts. I hope you read this poetic concern carefully.

The lights are dim and people are evacuated.

Wandering on this faint path with leisurely thoughts.

Looking back at you in that dull time, I gently read the romantic words in my hand.

I wrote the same warm lines and cliches over and over again, just because your name and my heart have been beating for you.

Provoke the old memories of the years, which are long-hidden feelings and exude intoxicating fragrance.

I teased Sean and crawled around in front of my eyes during that time. In the depths of that time, you gracefully stayed in the depths of the fragrant path you met, and you fell into ink and rolled up your deep love.

Love is long, waiting for me to run to your plain life.

The moon sets and the window is sparse, and the wind blows away the lingering acacia between the eyebrows. I can't see you in the depths of the path, only a wisp of spearmint falls.

When will you indulge in the fragrance between your sleeves after brushing the lingering fragrance?

Disassemble a sentimental poem and cook my fragrant love words, and find a place in the faint fragrance path.

Savor the lingering years and listen to you whispering in my ear: give me your hand, fool, and spend the rest of your life together.

Gentle years, after all, give people roses, leaving lingering fragrance in their hands.

In retrospect, it has been many years.

That affectionate time can only be hidden in the sleeve for the rest of my life. When I miss you deeply, I will smell the fragrance on my kiss xiu.

Beauty understates, your hair brushed the pen in my hand.

Put pen to paper, ink dye fleeting time, every inch of time is the most beautiful poem.

Listen, another misty rain.

Fog and rain fall on the strings of missing.

Give another roll of gentle words, your fragrant name, rhyme into a beautiful tune.

Look back with a smile, play gently and listen quietly. ...

"Your Name" Modern Poetry 3 You were born with mankind,

I've been with these living primates.

From the tree to the ground,

Man has trudged through the wilderness of ignorance for millions of years.

Flesh and blood,

I got my wish and climbed to the top of the earth.

However, they didn't realize that,

A pair of anxious and concerned eyes are always around.

I don't know,

Your name is security!

When Jenny's noise and Watt's roar exploded over Europe,

A revolutionary storm swept the world.

On the magnificent picture of material civilization,

Infiltrated with once fresh blood and tears!

Dazzling wealth flows out of the cold machine,

It also creates scenes of human tragedy.

So, your figure finally appeared in-

Those eyes are red with blood!

In the kingdom of thought,

Mankind finally replaced necessity with freedom.

Remember-

Your name is security!

You never existed as an entity,

But you are like the air in our life.

You're just an attribute,

This is an idea.

When you implant genes into cultural soil,

The implementation of all the rules and regulations seems so simple.

Because every wrinkle in the brain's memory is profound-

Your name is security!

If life is as beautiful as a flower,

Then, you are the spring shining in the sun;

If life is like a sailboat,

Then, you are the mast standing upright in the stormy waves.

You are a paintbrush,

Dye out the background color of life.

As long as you hold on to it,

The picture of life is always colorful;

You are a wake-up call,

Hanging high above the accident.

As long as it keeps ringing,

These human tragedies will not be repeated.

You are another name for happiness.

Your name is security!

Your Name Modern Poetry 4 Your Name (Poetry Group)

Your name is still summer blues.

Soaked the whole Jiangnan

Like the rainy season bred by bougainvillea.

Nurturing the years, coconut groves and beautiful loneliness.

The lights in the city continue to dim. Let's have a look.

A woman's tired voice

The sea breeze blows from Xiamen Bay.

In its thick salt, there is a long skirt with memories.

In the north, there is an untimely low-grade fever this season.

The stars are repenting for the irretrievable old days.

I admit, your name is on my pillow.

Insomnia-what is dusk, the vast north?

Like me, rest by my own river.

Listen to the wind and heartbeat in the south

I can't swallow it this season.

An olive that has been blooming for a long time.

too late

A June orchid smelled the storm.

It began to shake its body, as if it were ringing its own kind of clock.

It was timely before the storm came.

Waiting, beautiful dictatorship

The cottage by the sea is like a legacy of the old days.

Between the past and the past, I am used to the life of evening prayers.

When the sea breeze opened the wooden door, it saw it.

Wearing clothes and thick oxhide shoes on the beach.

Moonlight as truth, as pale as a lie.

The waves rolled up piles of broken silver.

Back to the sea, the sound of the waves is hidden in the hearts of seagulls.

The wordless ending is as beautiful as Haicheng.

Actually, we still have time before the storm comes.

Metaphorically, it's like an afternoon in a consumed love.

Listen to the willow flute of young Wu Yinnong.

Just like we still have time to salvage that secret sunken ship.

flame

The flame continues to burn because

The burning one is still burning, not ashes.

I took advantage of my children's feelings.

Sorrow for burning, that fiery, passionate, without hesitation.

-In a decisive manner

Blossom cruel flowers for life

Actually, burning is not terrible.

Just a beautiful transformation of death.

For example, rain in Mao Mao falls into splashing streams.

Lotus lights up the bright pond.

For example, when I was a teenager, I extracted the flame from the truth.

Burning with desire, leaving scars like rivers and lakes.

Today, I am still walking.

And try to stay away from this passionate feast.

Guarding inner loneliness is like caring for your own soul.

Cherish the little heat left in the old highland.

Let you and I fade out of the rivers and lakes

Sleeping with the light of youth, I am happy and warm.

You are very happy.

You are happy, like a waterfowl.

A collection of secret currents

Just like what you collected in the dictionary of happiness.

A word with depth

Your happiness has its own water and ripples.

Water flows over you, and waves roll up behind you.

You have been chasing barefoot, as if you found it at once.

Childhood lost in soap bubbles

You grow up to be who you are happily.

Like reeds around, in the July wind and sunshine.

Grow a new section, white-headed reed flower

Closer to maturity and perspective.

Night talk, after thinking for a long time, I will talk about his series Poems: Ancient.

night

Arrange quietly

Language erodes in the wind.

Glory sinks into the sink.

Brand new and pale

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Appreciation of Hou's poems 964

See you in the afterlife.

If we meet again in the next life, what will you say happily?

Looking back at the smell of the river will definitely show its life.

Read history and taste the soul.

Looking through history and savoring the soul volume, several souls are at ease and can't put it down.

Take a closer look at this short-lived river. How many gentlemen are handsome and beautiful?

Guan renjuan

Looking at the people around me, I really have a lot of ideas.

Busy, lively, I didn't think much.

life

Life is like a chess game, and the protagonist is himself.

If pinazole is a great dancer, you will have no regrets when you are old.

maybe

The unique rhyme of life is really possible, and the wonderful products surround the rhyme.

Don't worry, I am a brainless soul.

It's always different for Jiaojun vehicles to turn down to the undead.

I don't know where I can live.

companion

I can find several companions in life. I am ethereal and elegant.

We always get together every year or talk about old friends.

Original poetry; Tired and painful, and drunk.

Physical discomfort can be recuperated.

If your heart is tired

How can this save him?

Broken heart

Can someone tell me?

After the rain is the sun, the sun.

It will be a rainbow.

Can be heartbroken again and again

What will it be like after that?

Who can tell me?

Why? Why is it always alive?

There is so much trouble.

Why be happy?

Is it so hard to live?

Why do I just want to be happy?

I didn't think too much. Now I just want to

Have a good sleep and rest.

I'm so tired, so tired, I can't breathe.

Can't learn from my fairy tales.

Come out of love and fear

Coming out is a nightmare waiting for me.

Appreciation of Aesthetic Sad Poems: Who can make me more affectionate?

1, see wrong in front of beautiful women

The sun sets.

Fuzzy follow residue.

Eyes melted in the corner.

Greed looks up to persistent happiness.

Invisible meditation

Be obsessed with heat

Withered in the cold and turned green.

The tenderness of fallen leaves and dreams

Traces of flowers.

The fragrance is noisy in the branches.

You can't wear clouds at night.

Starlight can't be hidden.

A vague dusk

Thinking about the pain of passing away

Scattered cries

Reproduce inexplicable sadness

Sadness is recited in my heart.

Take your eyes off beauty.

Always remember

The pain of years of bathing

2. Raised footprints on the horizon

Accidental mistake

Accidentally leaving disappointment.

Lonely figure

Back and forth.

Enthusiastic grandson

Kiss the skin

Dream of feeling

Rely on bitterness

Yesterday's sigh

Looking for today's memories

Raised footprints on the horizon.

Do you remember?

The hot cry of the years

3, feel sad in happiness.

Holding the light without direction

Even if it's warm and fragrant

Looking for fragrance

Gone years

Light the light of hope

The reverie of losing memory

The pace of happiness

Can't travel far

The confusion of staying behind

won't forget

Bury loneliness in your heart and cry.

The pain in the depths of the eyes is sweet

Endless cold wind is blowing violently.

Bloom and struggle affectionately

Mature as a fallen leaf.

Feel happy and desolate

My mood is not as good as yours.

The taste of cold burning

Feel a deep heartbeat

Fanatical firelight

Put out the red eyes

Inevitable sadness

Have weaknesses

Return to silence

Keep it in my heart

Consolidate the area of guilt

Break the rules.

My heart is still desperate and astringent

That kind of mature loneliness

Can't change the flood of tides.

lucid stream

Resolve a blockbuster thriller

A feeling of haggard and trance

Forever doomed to unfortunate indifference

My mood is not as good as yours.

Today, I will be safe.

Keep an eye on

Impetuousness sinks deeper and deeper.

Familiar idea

Meet the direction of departure

Brilliant ideal

The pain full of memories

A tragic loss

Always leave a tired figure.

Closer distance

Pay attention to tomorrow's expectations

Sweet and lingering

Still sad and heartbroken

today

I will be safe and sound.

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Appreciation of Hou's poems 9 18

miss

Don't miss the rhyme, don't close your eyes and complain too much.

Unfortunately, the law is short-lived, and it shows the rivers and lakes.

railing

The Lu Yu railing of life, the more you think about it, the more you think about it.

But at the age of 30, my mind is empty, and it is really difficult to show my spirit again.

Look and read.

Looking at flowers is willing to look at flowers, reading history is willing to taste the soul of England.

Knowing the charm of the group, how many gentlemen show their souls?

Dispersed aggregation

There is a reunion in the river of life, each showing off.

A few gentlemen have no regrets after all.

carnival

Looking for the carnival of the rest of my life, doing nothing and struggling on the road.

When the brain fluid is dispersed, you can also practice Gankun smartly.

time

The clock keeps floating, and it will eventually become the spirit of generation after generation.

The world and can have a few handsome, carefree soul.

light

Take a closer look at the clouds in the sky and show off a few spirits in meditation.

If the soul still exists, how about enjoying the afterlife together?

compose

Write a picture of a group of students. Several gentlemen have birthdays.

After years of meditation, many descendants love and respect their faces.

roll

How many souls show off their colors by reading history and fine works?

The river of human life cannot last long, and the hero's soul is wonderful and beautiful.

cold

Cold charm, silent soul floating.

Resurrection should show new rhyme, and no brain can show its true colors.

Your name plus my name is the most beautiful poem in the world.

1. Your name plus my name is the most beautiful poem in the world.

Life lies not in where you are, but in where you are going.

It is a kind of compensation that people waste because they are unhappy.

4. Education method is the starting line of children's life! What parents believe, what children will think.

5. The best time is to be together, not to meet each other; The best feeling is that both sides understand, but they don't have to say it.

6. You blame me for doing something that makes me sad. I don't listen when you explain.

7. Standing at the age of 30 is what Confucius asked of himself. It is good enough to stand at 40, only ten years behind Confucius.

8. I like you as long as I know.

9. I'm not a lover, so why should I be too highly regarded.

10, you are always in my heart. No matter what kind of life I live, you are always in my heart. Only when I see you will I be really happy.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but that you don't know I love you when I am by your side!

12, this truth is obviously better understood as soon as possible.

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