Modern poems describing libraries are as follows:
Part one: the scenery of the library.
Author: The Road to Dreams
Familiar scenery outside the window
A vague mood in the window
Projection of a piece of glass
Reflect countless eyes
Occasionally there are stars in the sky.
Warm but impatient reminder
The bookshelf is full of longing.
Provoked too much interest and fame.
I just want to be quiet.
Word travel
Shake the wind chimes in your dreams.
Read you a poem.
Chapter II: Library
Author: someone
I was nothing at that time.
Bury yourself in the snow in winter.
Frostbitten fingers were lightly placed on roofs and trees.
Someone called my name.
I don't know
Time stole my name.
I have no name, no surname, and no place to wander.
Wake up in the attic and leave
Maybe it will disappear.
Wanted by a village
Then escorted to a bowl and pot.
The stove is red, and the grasshopper beheads.
Dry and hard clay carats, yellow straw piles
I looked at this failed ewe.
Blow your nose on the poplar at the door.
I was nothing at that time.
At that time, I knew to run crying.
Just a strange child.
Who cares about winter and autumn?
Article 3: On the way to the library, the street trees are blooming.
Author: storybrooke
No one expects you to be a landscape.
This is not the task you have to complete.
Or you just need to keep quiet.
Stand up for yourself.
Your dazzling expression burns like hell
suddenly
Flowers are leaves, and leaves are flowers.
How I wish I could stop and watch you laughing in the branches.
Hand in hand, stepping on the rhythm of the wind
Dust or dirt.
Spit out bitter and fragrant flowers
Autumn pats the fallen leaves on you.
Twist your ass and go
Leave you a composition question.
Under the vast sea of people, who are you sticking to?
Chapter IV: Library
Quiet library
There are sporadic footsteps.
Some people are coming.
Some people have left.
library
Your heart is full of knowledge.
Your eyes are full of vicissitudes.
human
Curiosity for knowledge.
Like a flower blooming in my heart
sight
People who come here are very confused.
People who walk are very strong.
Chapter Five: Thoughts on Library Leisure
Author: Ma Chunping
Ping, why are you in the library again?
Can you see it?
In the notebook
With your cowardly eyes on it.
And two big dark circles.
Ping, why are you in the library again?
Can you see it?
Your face is full of class struggle.
Have a cursory look.
I stayed up all night.
Ping, why are you in the library again?
Can you see it?
In your fertile limbs
Lack of skeleton
Like the trunk of an earthworm.
One is softer than the other.
Ping, why are you in the library again?
At this point, on the basketball court
When you are black and yellow.
Galloping footsteps
A faint smell of sweat …
Can you see the endless yearning of the golfers?
Ping, why are you in the library again?
At this point, the other side of the mountain
The red sun is setting.
The children are out of school.
The bird has gone home. ...
Can you see that they are all smiling?
Ping, why are you in the library again?
the four years of university
Destroy half
Can you see a bright tomorrow?
Chapter VI: Changes of the Library
Author: money
The former library faced the roadside.
Opening to the outside world, the year of being laid off.
It was replaced by a shop.
The library moved to the joint compound,
The road is a little far, looking for books,
Some butterflies pass through the courtyard wall.
Later, libraries were replaced by places of entertainment.
Singing and dancing, words were replaced by drunken revelry.
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Under it.
The narrow door of the library makes people feel claustrophobic.
Like weeds in the middle of nowhere.