Believe in modern poetry

Believe in Modern Poetry 1

I hope

Under the sky, all the hills

Jindalai is in full bloom

But on the river bank of reality

There are snakes and scorpions lurking

They are always waiting

Waiting for my innocence

My blood Glycol

Then in the darkness

launched a surprise attack on me

But, despite this

I still believe like a child

The beautiful flowers in this world

will always bloom in this spring

And Jindalai like clouds

shows the beauty of spring The most beautiful clothes

I believe

God has eyes like stars

Watching people in the sky

It emits sharp light

Penetrate your five internal organs

Ugly, despicable, shameless

Insidious, vicious, cunning

They will all leave corresponding images

I believe that the blue sky is the most beautiful

I believe in the ocean and land

I believe that the earth has existed for 4.6 billion years

Every desert was once Forest

Every bone was once a rock

The evolution of life from a piece of primary soup

It is not an accident, but a miracle in the second law of thermodynamics

In the increasingly desolate universe

There is no doubt that I firmly believe

We have enough time

Singing, painting, Make a movie

Cultivate the four seasons

Plant one tree after another on the earth

Knit a sweater for your loved one

There is still enough time to hold the Olympic Games

The World Cup

There will be another Zizane born

There will also be another Ronaldo Erdo and endless scandals

I believe in the speed of light and black holes

I believe in gravity and dark matter

I believe we are the only ones in the universe

Because in a set

there are no two identical subsets

nor in the same chaos

there will be no two identical orders

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There will never be a second blue crystal ball

Nor will there be a second American continent

Please cherish our home

Return the forest to the forest

Return the wetland to the wetland

Fulfill the promise from tomorrow

Live a simple life

Be a happy person

Cherish every drop of water in your hands

Every piece of air and every inch of land

Cherish the laughter in every minute and every second

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Every skin-to-skin contact

Before the universe dies, I believe

We still have enough time

Write poetry and enjoy solitude, believe Modern Poetry 3

If you don’t believe in miracles

Why linger in hope?

If you only pursue a little comfort for the soul

Then why let yourself wake up from your sleep? <

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If you are not strong and brave

Why do you need to let your tears disappear in the corners of your eyes?

If you don’t cherish everything

Why should you let yourself feel uneasy in repentance?

If you don’t believe in yourself

How can you control your life?

When we use our brains to touch the depths of this society

The frightened heart beats an uneasy melody

The increasingly tired body and mind in society

In the scheming crowd

How can those simple and kind-hearted people pursue a trace of happiness and joy?

Once we were young

We walked on the streets full of ambition

We looked around with our heads held high

Who knew - that road The confusion ahead

We feel our way forward on the road

No matter whether there is a road or a pit

We bear the pain and joy on our shoulders

Because we have a dream

Believe that hope will happen in miracles

Now

There is no need to say anything

If you Tired

Painful

Disappointed

Please don’t let yourself despair

Everyone’s life experience

Those joys, anger, sorrows, joys and sorrows are empty joy

It is God’s special gift to our lives. Believe in modern poetry 4

Life does not believe in the vicissitudes of poetry for thousands of years.

Life does not believe in poetry

Moonlight cannot conceal the evil in the darkness

Shooting stars praise only for a moment and then what?

Winter snowflakes whisper to plum blossoms

Is it really a poem?

The sparse fonts have become a beautiful poem

I am trying to find the phonology to piece together

It’s still boring Very incomplete

I can’t find the font after all

To compose life into a complete poem, maybe Xue said this is life

How to draw the ending in the end, I stopped writing

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Flowing with the mountains and rivers, Hui ink soaked in the prosperous Tang Dynasty

Admiring the lonely sails, lonely lamps, lonely shadows and lonely fragrance

The drunken poems are just hometown

The lady is far away I am still thinking about all my thoughts

Life does not believe in the vicissitudes of poetry for thousands of years

Letters from home are filled with regular script on the letter paper

Talking about the rising rain at night in Bashan

The moonlight in the book frontier

I write the willow moonlight with pen and ink

The lady is still thinking about it

The entanglements of the past life are winding to find you The appearance of this life

Imitate the rhythm of Tang poetry, adjust the phonology, and rewrite the absurdity of time and space

Even if the imagination still fills the paper for you with thousands of years of time and space, why not

Skinny horse in a hurry Urging the white frost on my temples

I rode my horse resolutely towards the west, you are still looking at me

In the lady’s eyes, I raised my sword and said goodbye to the setting sun. Believe in modern poetry 5

The night has fallen again , it’s a bit scary to be quiet!

As I gently tap the keyboard that has been tapped tens of thousands of times, I begin to miss you!

Afraid of the dark night, afraid of loneliness, and even more afraid of the heartache every time I miss you.

It turns out that my heart hurts so much, my eyes began to blur, and I saw myself crying!

Hundreds of days of loneliness have been driven away by me. I just want to find someone to accompany me, but I can’t find a reason for you to accompany me!

More than a year of loneliness has not made me stronger! It only taught me how to cover up!

But who knows the pain of an injured person?

Actually, I really like you! But I know that no one will tolerate my bad temper!

I remember the first time I chatted with you. It was very cordial, as if we had known each other many years ago! Very natural!

Memories are always so beautiful and so sad.

I thought no one could give me happiness!

I gave up on this world that disappointed me. I will never believe in anything again!

However, what you gave me made me see the sunshine again!

It made me believe in this realistic society again!

I say to you: say what you can do, and do what you say!

If you are happy, I will smile happily to everyone!

In fact, all I need is the peace of mind you give me!

Exuding a thick and warm feeling of peace of mind!

Don’t leave me here alone!

I’m afraid of being alone!

If one day I die, I only hope that my final destination is in your arms! Believe in Modern Poetry 6

In fact, I am very willing to believe it

When you were full of lies from the beginning

In fact, I am very willing to believe it

There are pink clouds floating in the blue sky

In fact, I am very willing to believe it

When your eyes are wandering

When beads of sweat ooze from your forehead

Actually, I still want to believe

That tree is swaying in the wind!

I really want to believe

When you rub your hands uneasily

When your steps are messy

In fact, I want to believe

It was just the bird on the tip of the tree

It spread its wings gracefully and flew away

In fact, I am very willing to believe it

When you have no excuses

Sorry

It’s time for me to go

In fact, I am willing to believe it

But please give me a reason? Believe in Modern Poetry 7

When I see you hugging someone else,

When I see your lips touching someone else’s,

How should I forget all of this.

How to forget everything? How can you not think about it?

It hurts so much, I can’t breathe.

I know this, but I still act like a fool.

I am forcing a smile in front of you, but in my heart I am Drops of blood.

Who knows that, when you are not around, I am alone

I hold my phone quietly and look at you,

Then, cry and smile, You don't even know what you are doing.

Use the blade to cut your arm and see the blood left behind. You said you like red.

Dye your hair gray-black and wear a black coat every day. You said you like black.

A person stands alone on the street corner every day, watching the pedestrians coming and going,

It seems that he has been separated from this world.

Looking at the couples chatting and laughing in the coffee shop,

Are you jealous or envious?

I think I have had such a wonderful time once.

Walking through the bridal shop, looking at the white and black wedding dresses.

I thought maybe I should get a chance to wear those.

But now, what do I have left?

The pain left to me is engraved in the bottom of my heart,

It’s so heavy.

Who can save me?

It’s just a cry from one person,

This world is terrible,

What else can you believe in? Believe in Modern Poetry 8

When I was a child,

My father told me,

You can only go when the red light stops and the green light goes.

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When I was a child,

my father told me,

to be willing to help others and do more good deeds.

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When I was a child,

My father told me,

No matter how you study, you must have real ability.

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When we grow up,

Reality tells us,

The red light does not have to stop,

Doing good deeds may not necessarily lead to good rewards,

Having the ability may not necessarily lead to a future.

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I asked my dad, why is this?

Dad shook his head and said nothing.

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However, I still believe in dad,

Because, I believe in tomorrow. Believe in modern poetry 9

Believe in the future and love life

The early morning air,

Let all the noise and complexity of the day

In silence Becoming clear and quiet

Except for the cold chirping of crickets somewhere in the corner

My thoughts that have been wandering for a long time are settling little by little under the filter of the night. A little bit of crystallization

I always thought that the road measured with hardship and sincerity

would make me tough and strong

Have the strength to resist the trauma given by life

However, the alliance of misunderstanding and rights

My self-esteem and tenacity were also ravaged and I burst into tears

Tears overflowed the embankment of my soul again and again

But it can’t wash away the sadness and confusion in my heart

Life is really not a fairy tale! ?

I am like a waterweed that has been drifting for a long time

I am suddenly swept away by a rapid current and disappear without a trace

The reef in front of me makes me stop my tired steps

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Struggling in the water little by little

Accumulating interpretation and desire for life again and again

I know that in this long autumn night

Only the sharp cold wind outside the window can accompany me through the lonely and lonely journey

Ushering in a new dawn

The lightning and thunder last night , after the violent storm

In the east where the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed

There will still be an intoxicating glow

illuminating every dark corner and shadow on the earth

Believe it, friend

Believe in perseverance and hard work

It is the ladder to the extension of life

Believe in youth that conquers death

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It is the scenery of the future that pretends to be

Believe in the future, love life, believe in modern poetry 10

Please believe

Please believe,

No matter how we recover and struggle,

No matter how perfect the laughter or the endless sadness,

We will only become farther and farther away from time, and farther and farther away from the years. Coming closer.

So, every moment in life is worth cherishing!

Please believe that,

No matter how prosperous the world is or the great sadness blooms in the heart.

No matter where we go, we may disappear without a trace tomorrow.

We will only get further and further away from time, and get closer and closer to time.

So, every moment in life is worth cherishing!

Please believe,

No matter you are in the clouds or in the abyss,

Maybe you don’t know which direction to go or you don’t think about anything. .

We will only get further and further away from time, and get closer and closer to time.

So, every moment in life is worth cherishing!

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We will only get further and further away from time, and get closer and closer to time.

So, every moment in life is worth cherishing!

Please believe,

No matter you still go your own way or choose to crawl,

No matter how helpless you are or continue to cry,

We will only get further and further away from time, and get closer and closer to time.

So, every moment in life is worth cherishing!

-Yun Feichen- Q: 912484288

The author's collected works here

Hello tomorrow.

A long time ago, I have been looking forward to growing up quickly.

I feel that in that way, I can live alone without my parents. In that way, I can live a very relaxed life without anyone's control and burden, and do what I want to do and live the life I like. Now think about how naive I was at that time. Such an idea was really too naive.

Everyone will grow up and slowly change from a teenager to an adult. Everyone cannot be a child all the time, and no one can live in an ivory tower forever. We all face this world and this society. It is inevitable for us to survive in this society and this world.

So, don’t fantasize too much.

Face your future and life bravely.

Be brave and confident in your life.

Say it calmly and with a smile.

Hello, tomorrow.

That year, I was still young.

That year, I was still young. In the hot summer, a small ice cream could make me happy all day long. But having an ice cream cone every day is something that is longed for but out of reach. Although it only cost a dime, it was so rare in those days. You can eat it every day now, but you can’t taste it as it did back then.

When I was still young, my biggest regret was not having a game console in my childhood memories. You can count the number of times you play games on one hand. Most of the time I watched from the sidelines. (Thinking about how patient I was back then.) I remember that I was obsessed with it for a while, and I often dreamed about playing games at night. Games are not my favorite, it is an obsession in my childhood memories.

When my brother was still young, there was a period of time when our family did not have a TV. When we had a TV, my biggest hobby was watching TV at home. That was because I thought that having TV meant having the whole world, and I could give up everything. It was a joke when I think about it.

When I was young, I thought I was very smart and knew everything about the world.

Only when I entered society did I realize that I was not smart at all, and I didn’t understand this world at all. I had only just gotten to know it.

When I was still young...

In the end, it became a joke.

Collected works of the author Yang Yi

Winter is not cold because of your presence

You may understand the helplessness of life, like the rising and falling dust. I just arrived outside your door, but it couldn't be opened, leaving me alone in a daze.

The care you give cannot be buried, it is the firewood that can keep me warm in winter. Winter is not cold because of your presence, and spring is bright because of you. I don't want to wake up, so I stay in a dream. It's better to have a dream than to be helpless. Angels can only exist in dreams, and they will leave once the dream is broken.

The winter is not cold because of your presence, and the spring flowers are blooming for you. Dreams can last forever, now is now, and dreams can also be happy. It was you who made me disperse the haze. You may understand the helplessness of life. Only by thinking can you feel free.

Collected Works of the Author King Kong Tribe

"Yu Ning" is also tearing up the wind

Unintentional zero points of light line of bright light, rather than being in the dark, but why is crazy, looking up at a thought The distance between them is full of confusion and emptiness without resentment. Waiting for silence, smelling the abyss of dust, the murmuring is silent and unwilling. The evening breeze takes away all the thoughts and words. Forgetting the seemingly longing, gently blowing the tip of my long-awaited nose, I shake the empty face brought by the wind, and walk through the heart where the dark fragrance accumulates. Light thoughts occupy my thoughts. Gradually, meditation covers the light thoughts, and gradually turns into meditation. I cried, and all that was left of the tears were dried tears.

I follow the journey, and the shy and polite words I once said over and over again are engraved on the optical axis of time. The optical axis flows, the memories pass by, and I think about the moment. I still remember the appointment with my back bent under the sunset. A twilight oath? The preface has come to the end, the real poem, we petition together, one, one, two, eight days, how many days are we holding hands together? How many days has it been smoking? Since we are only counting the future in front of life, why should we imagine that our vows cannot be fulfilled? Every time you wander between ideal and reality, you will only let your ideal rest on your fantasy. But life cannot stop, and your fantasy will be shattered one day. Will there still be fantasy in your bowl then?

The beautiful manor in everyone’s subconscious is destroying the fortress of the soul. Don’t let innocence take over your reason, because one day when everything collapses, you will let a mess enter your life. There must be a bright light in the dim place, which is the light of wisdom and simple pulling. But the problem lies in Minglan’s helplessness. Just one sentence, not satisfied!

Only the power of perseverance is looking for the light, and only in the dark times can we move forward with difficulty. Give yourself a chance to be strong, because dependence cannot buy the future. Because Yu Ning can also tear the wind, a spark can start a prairie fire, and let herself grow up...

The author's collection of essays that left the house without words

If you make me happy, I will be happy

Wang Xiao was very silly today. I just went online and actually played my video. Due to unknown circumstances, I didn’t answer immediately. I thought that if his friends saw me, they would say I’m not beautiful or something like that. , I will be sad, I still don’t have the confidence to make others like me.

But then I was super happy. Wang Xiao was so cute and took the initiative to sing to me. Regarding the Phoenix Legend and the like, I felt that she was in the same category as Murong Xiaoxiao, both gods. I heard him yelling and screaming over there, and I didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he was happy about. His voice was very loud and his tone was very inaccurate, but I laughed and I was very happy because He is making me happy! ! And the most amazing thing is that when talking about that woman or something, he also added my name at the end. I think the song is a bit ugly, but it was sung by my dear, I like it all, and he really meant it. , makes me feel very happy.

Actually, Wang Xiao doesn’t sing as well as I do! I despised and disliked the song he chose. He went crazy and had enough. I even recorded a video of him when he played well. He was going crazy... I finally calmed down and sang "Don't Talk". In fact, he sang quite well. La, but I dislike this name. I just like you talking to me, why don’t you talk~~ Hee hee

It’s late at night again. I want to finish writing this and go to bed early. Later I You must take good care of yourself and don’t go to bed late. You should start taking care of yourself when you are twenty. Otherwise, how will I live when I reach thirty? There are root causes of diseases everywhere~!! I want to bet with myself whether he will remind me to go to bed early at eleven o’clock Half of the time, I felt there was no hope. He would probably forget. He said he loved me, but he was never willing to prove it. I felt like he just didn't take my body to heart. When I was video chatting with him, he sang "Green Flowers in the Army" and thought I would cry, but I kept coughing and he didn't notice. I was completely enjoying myself. In short, just a little bit would make me happy. Well, you don’t even need much.

His signature was changed to "You are the most beautiful cloud in my heart." Can I be narcissistic for once and think it was written for me? Hehe...

Do you have this? Childhood?

When I was a kid---

Several children could climb mountains and pick flowers---

Play in the water and catch fish. , Throwing mud ---

Holding a four-corner kite made of paper, running freely in the wind ---

At that time, what we competed for was not cleanliness, but laughter. How big does the little mouth open when it is...

There will always be a few children who do bad things and agree with each other---

Grab handfuls of sand, throw handfuls of dirt, and beat them until they cry Frightened that one, frightened this one---

Hiding his pencil, cutting up her eraser---

Haha, he was the one hiding in the corner and snickering-- -

At that time---

A 5-cent ice cream would make us feel very satisfied---

But sometimes it would be Extravagant hopes---

We have no snacks, no fruits, no amusement parks---

Only when we are one year older will we eat dumplings, candies, and apples , Wearing new clothes---

That kind of childhood, that kind of expectation, so abundant, happy and simple---

We don’t have to worry---

There is no one to wash our clothes when they are dirty, there is no one to cover us when we are kicked off the quilt, and there is nothing to eat when we are hungry---

There is someone who will always give us all this---

Sometimes, our smiles are silly, but we are very happy when we are silly---

When we were in school---

I really hate studying, and I hate adding several numbers in mathematics. Multiply several times ---

I hate getting up early and being in restricted classes---

The happiest time is Sunday---

Now- --

But I really miss my class teacher and classmates who I have been with for six years---

And the scene when I was sitting at the desk and looking out the window- --

Although, I only think of it inadvertently and forget it inadvertently---

But there is never a lack of their place in my heart---

However, We are so happy---

We actually hate ourselves for being too young and want to grow up---

We look forward to going to a place with a big house when we grow up---

That big house is called a high-rise building, that place is called a city---

Growing up---

We have so much, but we seem to have lost even more What's important---

Is it reunion, is it love, or what could it be---

It's such a pity, we can only grow up, but we can't get smaller-- -

Fortunately we have memory---