All modern poems written by Bian-Baidu

Like migratory birds, they bring seeds from different directions.

The three-masted ship carries shakuhachi.

From the sunset, from the head of Haixi,

Haixi guest from Chang 'an Maru.

Listening to the drunk's shakuhachi downstairs at midnight,

Think of a stranger who lives in a lonely museum.

I feel homesick when I hear the geese.

I got the shakuhachi to comfort my neighbor.

The second dynasty was in the prosperous Chang 'an City.

Visit the bleak bamboo tube alone ...

(Why is the red light every year?

There is still a wisp of desolate ancient incense floating? )

Go back, go back, go back-

Like migratory birds, they bring seeds from different directions.

This three-masted ship carries shakuhachi,

Shakuhachi has become the flower of Mishima.

(Why is the red light every year?

There is still a wisp of desolate ancient incense floating? )

Go back, go back, go back-

Do Haixi people want to bring back their lost sadness?

Broken chapter

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.

The landscape man is watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorated your window,

You decorated other people's dreams.

lonely

Children in rural areas are afraid of loneliness,

Put a slug next to the pillow;

When I grow up, I work hard in the city.

He bought a night watchman.

He was often envious when he was a child.

The grave grass is the home of slugs;

He's been dead for three hours,

The night watchman didn't stop.

Round treasure box

Where is my fantasy (in Tianhe? )

Grabbed a round treasure box,

There are some pearls in it:

A glittering and translucent mercury

Colors that cover the whole world,

A golden light

There's a China party,

Fresh raindrops

With your sigh last night ...

Don't go to any watch shop.

Look, your youth has been eaten away,

Don't go to any antique shops.

Buy your grandpa's old furniture.

Look at my round box.

Follow my boat down the river.

Well, although the people in the cabin

Always in the embrace of the blue sky,

Although your handshake

It's a bridge! It's a bridge! Ke Qiao

Also in my round treasure box;

You have my round box.

Maybe they are.

Good things to hang on your ears.

Pearls and gems? -A star?

news

The man in green rings the doorbell familiarly.

Just press on the hearts of residents:

Is it a fish that swam across the Yellow Sea?

Is it a goose flying over Siberia?

"Look at the map," said the man in the distance.

He told me where he was.

The little black dot next to the dotted line.

If that's a prime location,

If my seat is on the top of Mount Tai,

On a moonlit night, I want you to guess where you are.

This must be a lonely railway station.

However, I am reading a history book.

Looking at Xianyang ancient road at sunset,

I waited for the hoof of a fast horse.

Organization of distance

I want to read the history of the decline and fall of Rome alone in a tall building.

Suddenly, the death star of Rome appeared in the newspaper.

I dropped the newspaper. The map was opened, and I remembered the orders of people far away.

The scenery is also dusk.

Wake up, I'm bored. Go and see my friends. )

A gloomy day. The gray sea. The gray road.

Where is it? I won't test a handful of soil under the lamp.

Suddenly I heard my name outside the door a thousand times.

So tired! Haven't my boat been teased?

My friend brought snow and five o'clock.

Reflections on Lao Yuan's Night

The window pane in front of the lamp is a mirror.

Don't lift the curtain and overlook, if you don't want to learn from yourself.

But the window in the distance is a deeper mirror:

Whose sad eyes are you looking at under the starlight?

"I can't listen to my snoring with you."

It's a sword, but it can't split the whirlpool of boiling water;

People are in your dreams, and you are in people's dreams.

Those who wake up alone put down their butcher knives and bless you.

Fish fossils (said by fish or women)

I want the shape of your arm,

I tend to dissolve in the waterline.

You really love me like a mirror,

You and I are far apart, but we have fish fossils.

peninsula

The peninsula is the delicate hand of the mainland,

Pointing to the Three Gods Mountain on the sea.

This small building is surrounded by water on three sides.

What can be seen but not drunk.

A spring is rushing to the heart of the palace.

People are still tracking to the door.

A little gem from last night.

This is what you see.

Cover the sea with curtains

Afraid of tourists looking out of the sail again.

Rain with me

"It has rained every day since you left."

"It has rained every day since you came."

I am happy to be responsible for the rain between friends in the two places.

There is no news from the third place. Send an umbrella?

My sorrow follows the grass;

Are the birds in their nests? Are people satisfied with the guest pillows?

Want to put a glass in the yard,

It rained several inches tonight in the Ming Dynasty.

Tears flow across the river

Mud across the river on your beam,

Spring in the courtyard next door is picked up in your cup,

Overseas luxury goods come to your chest,

I want to study traffic history.

Last night, I paid a gift,

Smile today,

Pay a mirror flower and receive a hidden moon. ...

I will keep a running account for you.

Lamp worm

The poor eat glitz,

The midge fell under the lamp,

Not content to be as light as water, but also drunk,

Leaving an exposed green body.

How many ships will be sent,

White sails bow to the wind and waves,

The heroes begged golden fleece,

It turned into Helen's hair. Praise it.

Countless drunken immortals

I had a dream in the light,

And drew a circle on the top of the Buddha!

Look at the bright window after the dream,

When I blew you up,

Like the wind sweeping the red footsteps.

Dressing table (old meaning and new idea)

The world has enriched my dressing table,

Now the fruit shop surrounds me with fruit,

Even if there is no exhaust gas,

Loss of appetite can you sleep?

The balance spring should be tied at the left shoulder angle.

Catkin, don't fall into my basin.

Mirror, mirror, you are disgusting,

Let me draw two eyebrows for you first.

But from the joy of every honeymoon.

I know about the roof, so do i.

Green leaves and a big tree-

Look at a bird with a beak on the branch!

Give that new robe a little charm.

"The meaning of decoration is to lose yourself."

Who wrote it to me? Forget it-

Damn it! "I'll finish. I'll finish you."

White snail shell

The ethereal white snail shell

Fiber dust is not left in the hole,

It leaked into my hand.

But there are 1000 kinds of feelings:

Your palms are rough,

I lament your masterpiece,

Your heart, the sea,

You are thin enough to wear beads!

But I can't help it:

You are such a neat freak, alas!

Look at the misty rain in this lake.

Soak me like water,

Like the feathers of a bird.

I feel like a small building.

The wind blows, the catkins pass through,

Swallows shuttle between elephants,

There may be a rare book in the building,

The pages are woven for whitebait,

From the word love to the word mourning—

Leave the air!

Delicate, white snail shell, me?

The sea took me to the beach,

In case someone gets it,

May primitive people like it,

Another sheep is still short.

Twenty-eight out of thirty,

It is worth a peach.

Afraid of being picked up by many thinkers:

Empty white snail shell, you

Mention my sadness!

I dreamed of your depression:

The dripping stone steps under the eaves,

Whose rope was sawed at the well site? ...

Time will kill patience!

Yellow is also for chickens,

Cyan is also a small blue road,

A rose is a rose,

But when you look back,

The delicate rose stings.

Your tears are still hanging.

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Three days ago, a small stream of water in the mountains,

Through your smile,

Now that you've seen it again, rub your eyes.

There are spring tides in front of and behind the house.

I've told you a thousand times,

Water is sad, water is sad, and water is willing to carry you.

Where is your boat? What about the boat? Go downstairs!

Apricot flowers have been in bloom all night outside Nancun.

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The window is waiting for you to lean on.

The mirror is also very disappointed, how to comfort?

A room was silent, reading some golden fingers.

When the door rang, you came at the right time!

Yang Liuzhi recruits people, and the spring scenery is at first.

Flying kites and diving; Green hills and white clouds.

There is at least half a wrinkle on the skirt.

What you need is your right foot-this racket!

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Don't forget to step on the door carefully.

Don't let the dust on the road dirty your room.

To show your gratitude, you must gently cover it with ink-permeable paper.

Don't let tears stain the surface of your letter to me.

There are sad marks on the door recommendation and ink-permeable paper.

I understand that the sea has washed away the fireworks of the world.

A white handkerchief can wrap at least some coral,

But you love it more, waving it behind the green flag on the platform.

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Mud across the river on your beam,

Spring in the courtyard is in your arms,

Overseas luxury goods come to your chest;

You want to study traffic history.

Last night, I put a lot of thought into it.

Today I accept your two smiles,

Pay a mirror flower and receive a round of Shui Yue. ...

I will keep a diary for you.

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Thank you for coming.

The inner eye is useful,

Because it's empty,

Because you can cause a sensation.

I suddenly realized that in the hairpin flower

The world is empty,

Because it is useful,

Because it adapts to your steps.

return

Just as astronomers leave a telescope,

Come out of the excitement and smell your footsteps.

Is it outside your own circle?

The road to dusk is like a period of frustration.

weary

Busy ants climb trees,

The snail died alone on the windowsill.

Tired of watching, tired of watching;

Cicada, cicada only makes people sleep.

I don't know the spring and autumn,

Poor little thing can have a rest!

The beginning of Hua Meng? Yanditou

Why not smoke blue on the green moss?

navigate by water/air

The ship sailed directly eastward for one night.

Drag your tail,

Proud to ask passengers to check a pair of watches-

"Time is a quarter behind."

Talking waiters are very competitive,

He may remember childlike disappointment-

Race the moon from the front yard to the backyard.

At this time, the sleepy thinker

Think of a long-distance relationship at home one night.

On the windowsill, there is a silver trace of a snail-

"But this night is 200 Li?"

Become angry

Naughty boy, there is a way:

Tell the fish to bite your vegetarian feet,

Tell the oriole to peck your nails,

Wild rose, grab your skirt ...

White butterflies know color, fragrance and taste best.

Looking for your afternoon nap.

I look forward to your thirst for spring water.

Make fun of you and kiss yourself.

Is my eight-array diagram good?

It's a little bad for you to laugh,

I know you still have skills-

Ha ha! Who is the winner?

You are on the wall opposite me.

I wrote "I am really naughty".

throw

Alone on the hillside,

I see you, son.

Singing while walking,

I'm tired of being everywhere.

Pick up a small stone

Shoot the valley.

Maybe someone,

Son, I used to put you

(neither love nor hate)

Pick it up jokingly,

Like a small stone.

Throw it into the world.

record

Now it's time to turn on the light again.

I took a sip of the hazy street,

It's like waking up and stretching,

What a heavy daydream.

"Evening News!" Coming from a distance.

I was taken aback and moved my feet.

Leave a crumpled piece of white paper:

Let's start, my record for today!

fall asleep

Imagine that you have a minor illness.

(On an autumn afternoon)

Look at the glass window

Gray sky and sparse tree shadows,

Give a pillow to someone who has left.

Old pillows left behind,

Thinking about the pillow, I vaguely recognized it.

Blurred lakes and mountains.

Like the trace of the old dream of the old Lord,

It seems to be drifting away.

A faint trace of an old friend,

As if the past were written on faded white paper.

Just as the traces of history are under the lamp.

In the dim old book in front of the old man ...

Won't you get lost?

Smoke and water in dreams

Zhongnanhai

Listening to the sound of the city is far away, like the tide of a river.

Surrounded by the foot of a lonely mountain,

Faint, faint,

can't compare with

There are insects everywhere. It sounds like rain.

not equal to

Lotus leaves are raining like the wind all over the lake.

Ah, gently, gently,

There is an autumn wind on the reed leaves!

I don't learn to indulge in the memories of silly children.

Sit on a bench

I'm sorry about the empty seat next to me,

But I always feel that something is missing.

What's missing,

What is missing?

I want to ask you about the bell,

You're like Wei Yun, sinking,

Swing across the horizon.

Grass swaying in the wind on the wall

Post the sunset at five o'clock.

Hang half light at six o'clock.

I hope someone spends all their time.

Just dreaming. Look at the wall.

The swing grass has grown and turned yellow.

Water-bearing/water-bearing rocks

People by the water want to carve a little handwriting on the rock:

Older children are cute when they see children.

Ask mom: "Was I like this before?"

Mother remembered her yellow photo.

In a dusty drawer,

Imagine a gorgeous plane.

Hiding in a shriveled flat pod in front of the window,

With a sigh, "the seed of sadness!" ——

"Water, water!" A meditator suddenly sighed.

The feelings of the ancients are like running water.

Accumulated a series of sadness.

look

When I was a child, I always liked to watch the clear sky in summer.

Think of it as a natural place:

Blue is the ocean, with white clouds blossoming.

The big one is the mainland, and the small one is the island in the sea;

The dark colors on the mainland are mountains and mountains.

Many pore cracks are icy rivers and lakes,

There is also a harbor that looks like a sail home.

When they reported the success of discovering new soil.

As the old saying goes,

For a handful of wild cigarettes, full of flowers and plants,

Even now, I want to be like LostSheep.

Surfing on the gray sand, thanks to blue,

There is also a Yunfeng floating in the foggy sky.

You can look up at this storybrooke.

dusk

Leaning against the sunset in the western hills,

And the towering temple walls

Look at it: What are you trying to say?

Why didn't you say anything?

A thin donkey is carrying an old man.

Hurry home,

Te te, foot and hoof knock on the road-

Dry tone!

In the air, wow

A crow from the top of the tree

Fly, but have nothing to say,

Still resting.

trolley

Dragging a car full of sunset gold,

The mule staggered and stumbled,

Through countless sparse forests,

Silently raise a large array of loess,

Tell idle people to sit in the distance and dream.

Heroes in myths handed down from ancient times.

Go to an unknown distance—

There is a sigh of Changfeng between ancient trees!

moisture

Sponge with the most moisture,

Allow me to express my greatest respect for my childhood.

Curiosity fills every gap,

I remember I like to hold water.

Suddenly concerned about travelers who go out:

Water bottle! Let the camel drink more!

May you rain clouds like a sponge.

Come to a few flowers, let it dust!

There are clouds in the sky and ripe fruits on the trees!

Look up to see what you want to eat, and the cold rain will drop him first!

Who dares to squeeze a drop of lemon and taste it?

My sweet and tasteless black tea?

I propose a toast to you, bar? Maybe it is.

I had a good dream of watering last night:

Don't say water is soft, cuttlefish,

Lift it up, lift it up, your sad face!

Dream of an ancient town

There are two kinds of voices in town.

The same loneliness:

During the day, it was Gong, a fortune teller.

Bangzi at night.

You can't break other people's dreams,

Dream like a dream.

Blind people walking in the street,

Step by step.

He knows which stone is lower,

Which stone is tall,

How old are the girls?

Broke other people's dreams,

Dream like a dream.

The night watchman is walking in the street,

Step by step.

He knows which stone is lower,

Which stone is tall,

Which door closes the most tightly?

"Listen, it's midnight.

The cat's father,

The child is so noisy that he can't sleep.

Always crying in my dreams,

Will you tell his fortune tomorrow? 」

It is late at night,

Another cold afternoon:

Knocking on the bridge,

The drummer crossed the bridge again,

The sound of running water under the bridge is constant. 1932

wayside

Home is like a snail,

Bow your back, bow your crutches, bow your legs,

Tired pedestrians approached and asked the people under the tree.

(looking at the flowing clouds):

"Where is Beian Village? "

Proud of being asked for directions,

Strangers know the smile in the water,

And regret not opening the box for tired pedestrians.

It's like checking your penis at home

My brother came back from a long trip.