You'd better not stop and look forward. ...
Far away, I can't go to the loneliness in the wilderness.
Just admiring, looking beautiful, whispering and singing.
Your dream is far from my ideal.
Your ideal is like the surging waves in Yuan Ye at dusk.
I can't stand your loneliness.
And I can't have the power to burst in your running.
From then on, my cover-up was just self-repair.
Autumn is coming, wrap your heart and skin.
Thin and cold clothes don't hurt you in my heart again.
Spring is coming, let yourself go, don't forget.
Time to go will not pity your sorrow.
It won't give you strength when you sleep. )
A year in January
Author: Neihuang Laonan
When I was a child, when I grew up.
Can't touch, as kind as parents.
Looking for childhood, but I can't go back to my hometown.
Kindness is like being caught in a net, and I am outside the net. ...
Childhood is not stretched by the net in the net.
I looked back and forth outside the net, breathing.
Looking for my shadow, drifting away.
My heart, put a line on the Internet for childhood.
He tripped me deeply in the net of years.
How far I have come, I am constantly paying.
The wind floats with the shadow of the line, and the light hides the line mercilessly.
Only I know:
When the hand is tight, it hurts childhood.
When my hand was released, it floated. Now
Modern Poetry of Time 2 Father
This is a magnificent mountain.
A smiling face
It is a silent mountain peak and lush years.
Like hard teeth, stubborn personality.
Chewing on the bones of the years
father
This is a heavy title.
Camel's body
A mountain-like stalwart, shoulders
Hold up the blue sky
blank verse
Can't describe
My father's canyon face.
Like a profound book.
Candles that burn the years
Under the torture of Parkinson's disease, I was shaking all over.
The twilight of life
Modern poetry of time 3 scattered all the way.
Wandering all the way
I can't get rid of my yearning.
I only wish the fallen leaves linger and disappear.
Wind and rain all the way
Obstruct all the way
Can't break the long-cherished wish of returning home.
I only wish the tears of life and death will reappear.
Soft raindrops drop into my heart.
Moistened the infinite attachment in my heart.
Thinking is worrying, stopping is keeping.
Prosperous.
I only blame Chengtou for flying alone.
Take my thoughts to the horizon.
Until the broken string disappears
If you lose, you will be sad. If you are sad, you will read a book.
Withered flowers and withered willows-a fallen woman
Scold the autumn wind alone
Makes me sad.
Tears all the way
Sweat all the way
Create youth and regretless years
But let love and hate cut both sides.
Waiting for the miracle to happen again.
Found in waiting
The sadness and responsibility of the journey
Modern Poetry of Time 4 In May, the flowers are overflowing.
But, my flowers
But it withered prematurely.
Look at the flowers and kiss the lilacs.
Heart, but it hurts.
Those surges galloped in the wind, but there were more worries.
Flowers wither and fly, rain and smoke fall.
Sudden promise, or, unspeakable pain.
Life, instant fireworks, years flowing, mostly sad years?
How can a silly person save you?
Yellow rain, how much sadness, how much melancholy.
In a blur, my eyes have long since disappeared. How can I pick up the stars and point them at the moon?
Past years, time? Space? It's beyond repair
Past people, time? Space? Playback is no longer possible.
Why are you so troublesome? Why grieve for heaven and earth?
-prequel
Kapok has been disabled, incense has died young, spring with flowers is long gone, and my heart has dried up inexplicably. This season, time is ruthless, or this is the swaying universe, and the barren should always be affectionate. The last light of the sunset. Gradually, don't go to Xishan, it becomes an arc and disappears in the mountains thousands of miles away. The swirling clouds in the sky have dyed the night sky red. Drunk thoughts also dance with the wind, scattered around the world and filled the sky. The moon has appeared, hanging in the treetops, shining brightly. Spring has passed, and now, the night sky in Xinglang yunzhu is the world of summer.
God, why are you always in the dark? It tells us that the moon exists.
Water, why did you wade across the river in the dark? It tells us the passing of light.
What about me, people of three thousand worlds, the dust of the universe, what should I perform and what should I flash?
The moonlight has filled the desk. The cup of hot water in front of me, with a little warmth and cold light, tried to pull back the wandering thoughts. Wind, why are you furious at night? Those lonely smells in the air, with the desolation and cold at night, froze that rare warmth and abused a broken heart. In the vicissitudes of life, why did you forget and why did you weep? The tenderness of that life has long been deposited in my memory, you know?
What a stupid person! How can I save you and leave you in a secluded place, bathed in fire and waiting for your nirvana?
Tears blurred my eyes for 500 years? People in nothingness are happy and happy for what. Ignorant I always don't understand. Then why, then why, time is always so casual, breaking youth and breaking face. Five hundred years? Years have washed away the lead, and there are many winds and frost in the fleeting time. Why do people cry and mourn?
Leaning against the window bar, I stared at the moon shadow, the quiet moon, mottled tree shadows, dim lights, and sometimes a few insects. It's another sleepless night, and yunzhu shines in the night sky. The sky is like water, swaying with the shadow, wandering with a touch of sadness.
What a silly person! Raise your hand in spring and leave it in autumn. You know how many years you have missed, don't you understand? Those memories of the past have long been left in the dust of the earth with the wind. Do you know how many flower seasons have opened with the passage of time?
You are heaven and earth, why are you sorry for heaven and earth? Is it worth it? Should I?
Time urges people, but the wind sets off the flowers. Where are the flowers in that season? Perhaps, it moistens the two sides with fragrance, so why regret it? ......
Gradually understand that hidden mirror flowers are virtual images, birds and fish are just fiction. Five hundred years? Reincarnation?
Five hundred years? Joke, a few years, several times wasted, what is left, and finally more vicissitudes, full of sadness.
Three generations of love? I'm kidding, Dustin. I don't believe in the afterlife, let alone the afterlife.
Gradually understand that the Arabian Nights are just legends, and the bustling buildings are just dreams. You should understand, right? It's time to realize.
Well, the spread of ivy should not be melancholy, it is climbing, it is spreading the inner voice.
Let's go, with a heart, let's go, towards the moon.
He's gone, step by step towards the Arabian Nights. Until the end of time, the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled, disappearing round after round, leaving footprints inch by inch, immortal in the eight barren Kyushu.
He left and walked to the moon step by step. Raise the radian of the corners of the mouth and disappear into the rings of the four seasons.
What will save you, heart, an early broken heart, and that person, those broken mottles, can you still piece them together? Or lust?
No, no. This is rotation. Why should we turn off rotation?
The vicissitudes of life are only years, the old ones are only innocence, and the lost ones are only innocence.
It is too heavy, whether it is lost or forgotten. You shouldn't have loved it, so why mourn it?
Gradually understand that the earth is moving. People are moving, which is becoming clear gradually. Sad? Depression? The scar in your heart?
Joke, joke, I am heaven and earth, why should I be sad for heaven and earth?
There is a little more light in the sky. what's up Well, a paper crane with a heart.
Time flies in the sky, what should I keep and what should I promise.
The cold heart, out of love, shines on China.
Maybe, maybe.
Dust, from which everything is born, is destroyed.
What about me? What is Zhou Yu's dust like in Dunhuang?
Time flies, modern poetry takes away the joys and sorrows of the past, leaving only the indifference of the present.
Today's indifference comes from the innocence and uneasiness of the past.
Because of innocence, I can't see this malicious world clearly;
Because of anxiety, I suffered too much sadness alone.
If you look at it clearly, you will understand;
If you get used to it, you will calm down.
I thought all the sadness would accumulate in my heart and get heavier and heavier.
Unexpectedly, it seems that the water diluted the sadness, washed away the tears and cleaned the wound.
When the pain fades, the tears fade and the sadness fades, people will be calm.
When Wan Li is clear, you can enjoy warm sunshine and cool breeze;
When it rains cats and dogs, listen to the rain.
In the spring season, the heart is like a flower;
In the bleak autumn season, my heart is as quiet as a fallen leaf.
There is no road to the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. If you look for it quietly, there will be rescue;
If the road is tortuous and patient, there will be beautiful scenery and feelings.
Time flies away persistence and sadness, leaving only indifference to the years.
Everything in the past is a journey of life, and after that, we should let it go.
Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten.
When the years are only indifferent, bid farewell to sadness and move towards the future.
Modern Poetry of Time 6 That year, I said goodbye to my parents and left home.
Get on the train in a foreign land, go out to work,
I carry my clothes on my back,
I am brave enough to travel around the world.
On that day, I came to a strange city and walked into the bustling.
Living in a low shed,
Climb up the tall scaffolding,
I speak the local dialect,
I try to sweat.
It's not easy to go out,
Bite your teeth no matter how hard or tired you are,
It's hard to work,
No matter how difficult it is,
For the girl in my heart, which one,
For elderly parents,
For the dignity of today's life,
In order to change tomorrow's life,
No matter how hard and tired I am, I will bear it!
Rain or wind.
If I don't follow the advice of my hometown elders,
I am brave enough to travel around the world,
Speaking the local dialect,
I tried to sweat,
It's not easy to go out,
Bite your teeth no matter how hard or tired you are.
It's hard to work,
No matter how difficult it is,
For the girl in my heart, which one,
For elderly parents,
For the dignity of today's life,
Life will change tomorrow.
If I don't follow the advice of my hometown elders,
I am brave enough to travel around the world,
Speaking the local dialect,
I try to sweat.
Modern Poetry of Time 7 All original sins are not original sins, but the evil consequences of greed and desire expansion.
I put it down and was calm. You'll never get along with it.
Time, not a day, is the rush of running water, a little sag of floating clouds.
Don't lose face because of your gains and losses, and don't stop because of my hatred.
Sew a seam, whether there is a line or not, it is a white seam.
Guard your castle, your stubbornness, and the fate of your descendants.
The heart is no longer a heart, the dream is no longer a dream, only a wisp of white hair is left, looking back at the hair.
Years will go far, just like meeting your own death, just like living a shameful soul.
What kind of sin will be infinitely expanded if you do the opposite? South of time, north of time.
The journey is nearly half, why is the face of virtual aging pale? Why is it so difficult to turn yellow?
The sun is still shining in the east; The west window is still open.
Look, that golden flower; Listen, that beautiful flower. That peach and that plum.
Life after life, thoughts after thoughts, feelings after feelings.
Still looking for years, looking for time, looking for wind and rain intertwined, curling up.
Every grain of dust is like smoke; The past is like a dream The book of ancient rhyme keeps the fragrance of inkstone and ink.
The wind, blowing through the tinkling stream, went all the way to the east, waving red, orange and blue all the way, and never came back.
Time's modern poem 8 My time, I hope you can accompany me.
Let casual eyes freeze into eternal scenery in each other's memory.
If you remember, you met the hand of Lanzhou.
Do you still have a thousand turns in your heart?
My years, allow you to accompany me.
Time flies by, stranded in the eyebrows of autumn.
Look through the poems and paintings you wrote for me last night.
I realized that meeting you was the most romantic thing in my life.
My years, allow you to accompany me.
Rain floats a pool of lotus fragrance for you, and rain shines a meter of sunshine for you.
Tang style Song Yu's level tone is my reserved manner to you.
Along the blank rhyme, I promise you a safe life.
My years, allow you to accompany me.
Study a pool of light ink, write endlessly, sign endlessly.
I will always remember the dialogue that is as close as lips and teeth.
Love is charming in the fleeting time, a piece of lotus language and a piece of paper.
My years, allow you to accompany me.
Time is not old, we will not leave.
Let meticulous thoughts be filled with whispers of love.
Silent love, silent love.
My years, allow you to accompany me.
Use my perseverance to fulfill your perseverance.
Then, live like each other in a good time.
Live together, love each other!
Life is always when you are alone.
Think too much.
There are always more and more memories of yesterday.
Tomorrow in life is always less and less.
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The reason why we are often hurt by one person.
Because we personally
Gave him the right to hurt himself.
Your heart has acquiesced in all his actions.
/
No matter what hardships life has experienced.
But always care about the warm things in life.
A person can be described as withered.
But a person's memory will never die.
/
The better the memories, the easier it is to make people cry.
Everyone's soul has joys and sorrows that words can't carry.
Always avoid places where memories are too deep.
Perhaps it is an instinctive self-protection.
/
Because the music a person listens to is very sad.
I wrote these sad words in an essay.
Maybe that's the trace left by the memory after passing through the bottom of my heart.
There is a ray of warm fireworks that once belonged to me.
/
If you are worried that the wind won't blow away
If there is a sad rain that can't be washed away
Then let the river of words take away the sadness in life.
After all, life is too light to bear too much sadness.
/
If there ever comes a day when
Turn your head and look back at a once story.
Eyes no longer shed tears for the people in that story.
Whether two hearts have been separated by time interval.
/
Afraid of those crashing attacks in the dead of night.
When the softest place in a person's heart
When I wasn't stung by a hard object.
Perhaps the quietest moment in my life.
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We should meet in the first few years.
The other side of the years is forgetting.
Our hearts.
Between this shore and the other, I have been depressed all my life.
Modern Poetry of Time 10 Tender Years
Looking for a little starlight, wandering alone, wandering.
Where is the faint sutra? My heart is so calm.
Stroll in the quiet village and listen to the frogs alone.
How quiet is the long night?
Look up,
The beloved moon, emitting the light as clean as jade.
The past is unsightly, unsightly, tender feelings are hard to refine, unsightly!
A child's tenderness is hard to break homesickness.
Quiet and vast thoughts shed tears.
By blood night-A Collection of Summer Dreams.
Parting ~
Two people who love each other, parting is painful. But for two people who hate each other, parting is happy.
Perhaps, parting is a good beginning or a bad ending. A good beginning is people who hate each other, and a bad ending is people who love each other.