His figure is lonely.
Dushang drawing building
A simple exhibition of drawing paper
A little ink rendering
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
If a white lotus stands quietly by the lake.
Broken bridge is raining like silk
Gradually woven into canvas
He hung his head and ran in a hurry.
The rain soaked the sleeves.
Write all your troubles on your forehead.
She covered her sleeves and giggled.
Throw the umbrella into his arms.
Turn around and put on white clothes.
Disappear at the end of the misty rain
He stood there for a long time.
But I can't look back at her.
Since then, his soul
Lost on the bridge in the rain
He's at the crossroads of the bluestone.
Try to wait for her
Silent willows by the lake
Accompany him through countless spring and autumn
However, this will never be goodbye.
Enron's gentle smile
She brushed her sleeves.
Much like the rain and fog that day
Sudden arrival life
Without warning.
Disappear quickly and completely
A song is quiet and leisurely.
Tell a story about the past
She is a castle in the air.
He is looking at flowers in the fog.
Only the last one, the last one.
She may have forgotten him.
He can only use one painting.
Remember her once.
I miss modern poetry. You left in a hurry that day.
Although I have suffered too much,
But this is the ultimate trend of mankind.
Never see that familiar figure again,
Never hear that familiar voice again.
The only precious thing you left us.
It's just those photos of different sizes.
Looking at your grave,
I froze,
Are you underground,
Or in heaven?
Confused,
A few years later,
It seems that everything is forgotten.
Suddenly,
Seeing the wrinkles in your photo,
A white-haired face
Tears in my eyes!
Missing modern poetry in one night 3
In the distant starry sky
I dreamed of my father's smile.
A smile flashes the light of the past.
The figure was vaguely hidden in the darkness.
Empty darkness is as warm as cotton.
My dream of wandering around
Father's familiar movements
Like a flag floating with the soul
The croak of frogs on the water.
The real world.
Take on a man's stubborn skin
I've kept weeds by the fence all my life.
Facing my father
There is a blank in the sky.
There is a grafted self between them.
Every habitual action of my father.
Very accurately embedded in my behavior and words.
Clear eyes, blood flowing quietly in my veins.
Father, there is a feeling of mountains.
The starlight hit my face.
Your shadow plays in my background.
I use the shoulder you gave me.
shoulder
The world you gradually let go.
I miss modern poetry. It is cold and rainy at night.
Daughter can't sleep at night.
Tears flow to one side of the sky.
Father's birthday is today.
You can't go to the grave because of illness and pain.
Looking up at the sky with tears, silently wishing.
Stay until you get sick and go home.
Melissa Zhou brought flowers to pay homage.
Missing is full of tears.
A loving father will never forget his kindness.
Speaking teaches sadness.
Pray for Buddha, Earth and Heaven.
Continue the love between father and daughter in the afterlife
Miss Modern Poetry 5 (1)
On that frosty or snowy morning
You came back from a village five miles away to collect salt.
It's all white
Fill the most primitive memories in my mind.
Your eyes were still bright at that time.
At that time, your body was still very healthy.
(2)
I like following you to herd cattle.
In the fields of early spring
The fragrance of the earth is everywhere.
In the warm sunshine
My young mind is particularly passionate.
I use melon seeds and grass in the field as quilts.
Lie on it and sleep lazily.
The sun went down.
You told me to go back.
I ran into the rape field.
Play hide-and-seek with you
(3)
The cicada cried.
Here comes the popsicle seller.
I saw you in the pipeline.
Take out a small pile of money
Count it, and you can get enough money to buy a popsicle.
You can only buy one at a time.
I asked you why you didn't eat.
You said you were afraid that ice would fall on your teeth.
Do you know that you are afraid to spend more money?
Do you know that you have no extra money to buy popsicles?
Because you've been in a broken car all your life.
Just before I arrived at the terminal, I had several full meals.
(4)
When frost forest was drunk
I will follow you to climb mountains and wade.
Looking for traces of wild fruit
Whenever some wild fruits are harvested.
When I'm full
You will try it yourself.
I asked you if it was delicious.
You smiled and said it was sweet.
And it costs nothing.
(5)
Is money really that important?
When I understand this truth,
Your eyes were in that winter.
Missed the best treatment time
Although your eyesight is getting worse.
But you're still herding cattle on crutches.
And mow the grass with crutches
And chopping wood with a cane.
It's just that you always have to take me with you.
Because I can show you the way.
From then on, I became your shadow.
(6)
I went to school.
I took a new book and asked you what was written in it.
You said with a sigh
Grandpa can't see clearly.
Even if you see it clearly, you can't see a few words clearly.
You should study hard and become a scholar in the future.
Then you turn around
I saw you wiping your eyes.
Is to wipe away tears.
You said it was sand.
My little heart.
I could feel your pity.
Since then, I have learned to care.
I will give you a Kazuhiro Mori bowl first at every meal.
Every time I eat watermelon, I will cut the middle piece for you.
Every time I buy a popsicle, I will buy you one.
I let you eat instant noodles once when you were a child.
I bought a TV at home and said I wouldn't watch it if I couldn't see it.
I pulled you and said, if you sit in the front, you can definitely see it.
You try to watch it for a while, and then say
You can see people's shadows and hear people talking.
I smiled
You cried.
(7)
When I was in fifth grade
I was admitted to the central primary school in the town.
I can't take care of you because I send you to school.
In the days to come.
Your health is getting worse and worse.
That cold winter night
You have a bad cough.
The family discussed to help you make a shroud.
That night, I hid under the covers and cried.
(8)
What are the regrets in life?
Maybe a lot.
In the days when you are struggling with the disease,
I see the fragility of life.
You have been moaning in pain that night.
You called my name many times and asked me to help you go to the toilet.
I held you patiently the first two times.
But in the early hours of the morning, you are still shouting.
I don't know whether the cold or sleepiness aroused my anger.
I rushed into your room.
Drag you out of bed.
There seems to be something cursed in his mouth.
Your eyes can't see.
I dragged you out of the room.
Only under the lamp
Feel your thin hands.
My heart calmed down again.
Slowly, I feel a little sour again.
I regret my behavior at that time.
I just didn't know this heart disease would last until now.
One autumn day after half a year.
You left in pain.
Listen to your mother.
You remembered my name when you died.
When I got home, I only saw your thin face.
That is the thinnest face I have ever seen in the world.
I didn't cry.
Maybe that's because you turned my sadness into strength.
You're gone
You don't have to mow the grass and herd cattle anymore.
But on the way to spring
I can still feel your breath.
You're gone
You don't have to save money to buy popsicles for me anymore.
But on a hot day,
I always think of those affectionate eyes.
You're gone
You don't have to accompany me to pick wild fruits anymore.
But in the harvest season,
I always think of that long-lost smiling face.
(9)
Tomb-Sweeping Day's mountain village
Accept the distant emptiness
I came to see you, grandpa.
Wandering in a foreign land for many years
Stop at this moment.
at home
I can burn you some paper money.
After leaving home
But it's hard for you to hang a blank sheet of paper.
I came today.
And your granddaughter and great-grandson.
Your great-grandson is very obedient
He knew that he would come to see his attendants.
So he personally picked a lot of wild flowers for you.
I believe you can wish him a safe growth.
I'm here too.
Grandpa under the grave
Please forgive me for breaking your heart in the last few days of your life.
Spring is getting warmer and warmer.
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Tomb-Sweeping Day in the coming year
I will erect a monument for you.
Missing Modern Poetry 6 From Childhood to Adolescence
I've always been attached
From youth to maturity
I always miss it.
Father hill's title
Always burning with the glory of summer
I used to use tender teeth.
Chew the branches of your soul.
I fell once.
Step on your heart of green wisdom
Father is a heavy word for you.
Support a colorful me.
The magnificent sky.
The wooden door of time stands in the dream.
horizon
The night bell of memory is accompanied by the wind.
Cooking smoke
Along the noble and fast highway
From hometown to city
Like a cheerful bird.
I flew from tree to tree.
Oh, father is far from the edge of the century.
From the city to the hometown
I knitted a beautiful wreath as a souvenir.
The grass of the years is wandering and spreading everywhere.
Oh, father, flowers bloom and fall.
Another whole year.
Climb the ladder of growth
From your son to your professional role.
I only know how to be proud of you, proud of you.
Write a sacred poem for you
Oh, father
July of that year was exactly nine years.
Standing by your side at the moment
I just want to use big love sign language.
Touch your tombstone a million times.
I miss modern poetry 7. The less I go home, the more I miss it.
Nostalgia-A Word Behind the Times
Like a countryman
Go to town like a countryman.
Use imagination to color things that are getting blurred.
I miss my hometown, but I don't want to
Let it precipitate the memory of ordinary people.
I only miss that part of my hometown: from Nanling.
From Liuxing Bridge to Beihe River.
To the Violet Factory (during the Chinese New Year, a few days?
Uncle Ben also went here and said there.
There is the ancestral grave of my hometown)
I only miss the morning when my mother was carrying water.
Hometown, handmade pancakes, zongzi, moon cakes.
In my hometown, the old farmer in the orchard drove away the children who stole peaches.
My hometown
I only miss my hometown.
There, "hometown" consists of one word.
It has become a land separated by national highways.
And a man pulling a trailer. at present
When I write, I miss my hometown.
The trailer puller has stopped working.
Like a machine.
It's like returning a machine to the factory for maintenance.
Waiting for rebirth
I always feel exactly about myself-
"In order to write an outdated poem.
This machine, together with nostalgia, has been overhauled for a whole year. "
Miss Modern Poetry 8 looks back at the gorgeous smoke.
Count the palm prints during that time.
at that time
How many colors do clouds have?
How many scrolls can you draw?
Luojiashan, you once opened a window for me.
In spring, you can see the colorful steps of cherry blossoms and 108 stone steps.
Leaning against the square table of the old cottage, turning over the thread-bound books.
The gardenia fragrance in Xia Wen guards a pool of water lilies in the big library.
Listen to cicadas while reading.
Autumn products, Jingui Hongfeng, are connected with the winding path on the mountainside.
Indulge in it
Enjoy the faint fragrance of winter and listen to the crunching sound of your feet stepping on the snow.
There is an unspeakable emotion.
Four years later, I still remember Luo Jiashan.
At dusk wet with drizzle, your graceful figure floats out.
A wisp of wind followed me
Touch my inner softness, as light as a feather.
But I didn't expect the thoughts after parting to be so heavy.
It still pursues the memory and refuses to leave.
Miss modern poetry 9 miss a dead fish
here
A previously unknown lake.
You are swimming around in a deep sleep.
How many cattle tracks have you left?
How many cowboy laughs have you heard?
The mountain sleeps with you in the embrace of the lake.
Water is the gentle pillow of your dreams.
A few lunatics
Walking on the bearing steps of Songtao culture
Open your heart on the waves.
In order to cherish the fate with them
You jumped up.
Give up the Longmen that has been struggling for many years.
After that, I fell asleep.
Realize a new dream of an era
The lake has fallen asleep.
The fish died.
The lake where the fish slept was reborn.
This mountain is no longer sleeping.
The water is not sleeping.
The village near Sleeping Fish Lake didn't sleep.
Facing the snow at dawn
How many poets did you dream about?
At the moment of your death
Realize the secret of life
Sleep until you wake up the next day.
If you sleep forever
That's dead.
But it's never been the same again.
You thank those lunatics.
If it weren't for them
You are still in Mengyue Longmen.
die
A fish in the lake
Wake up.
A lake of sleeping fish
Sleep in the fish lake
You are riding the sail of pine peach development.
Sing a new song of Songtao culture
Miss dead fish.
Miss modern poetry 10 mother, when you are old and still alive.
My son never told you to your face.
Mom, thank you for raising us.
On the other hand, there are quarrels. At this time, mom.
You only respond with the brightness of your eyes.
Then, slowly got up and walked away.
But less than a minute.
I can hear you shouting: Dick
Why didn't you wash your socks?
Look at your book. What a mess!
It's time to find a wife for you.
I don't listen to a word the adults say.
Look what it's become. You still feel so small.
What to eat at noon? Let's eat noodles at noon.
I won't eat your noodle rice.
There are many sweet potato noodles in it.
Don't eat, don't eat, then what to eat?
I can't live at all.
If you put this in 58-
Okay, okay, mom, you can eat whatever you say.