Representative Poetry of Post-80s Modern Poetry

Millennium oath

Can't stand being tortured by time.

be covered with cuts and bruises

Seems to be destiny takes a hand.

Waited for a thousand years.

Just for this meeting in life.

Xu is gentle

Ge Dongdong's Hold You in My Arms

In the days when I was drunk and dreaming.

It's always just cigarettes and beautiful women.

In the grandiose air

There is also a copper smell.

What makes paper become

Almighty God

It's desire

Or greed

Silence is like death.

Choose silence

I can't struggle.

A fight between trapped animals

Give up?

No, no, no.

Even though I'm in rags and poor.

Me too-a noble life by Ge Dongdong

Time is too arrogant.

Savagely took away time.

But I left my memory.

Pick up memories in a hurry

Inexplicable sadness stung the whole body.

In pain, you seem to have the pleasure of youth.

You suddenly slipped out of the corner of your eye.

Draw the lines of the earth

Flow direction, rolling river

Go to a remote barren land

The lost lamb is daydreaming.

On the river bank, I don't know how far it is.

I don't know what these tears are.

You fell from the sky? Elvis Presley

Every time I meet you, I pretend to be very happy, for fear that time will be dull and pass away. When I woke up, I mistakenly thought that you were close at hand and never left.

Your beauty is fixed in the 24-year-old photo. All kinds of handsome photography postures are fascinating, and thousands of lovely expressions explain your angelic naughty.

You are like a child, using Lolita to interpret flowers and plants, like an old woman. Your vicissitudes make you cry. You are a fairy, which hurts your eccentricity and mystery.

Can I write one hundred love poems for you to the eighty-eighth issue without permission? I can't breathe in pain. Who can easily replace you?

I didn't have a childhood, but my childhood faded, and my fragrance died everywhere. I am old and miss Wan Li. From then on, everyone I fell in love with was like you.

You shed tears. How can a woman like the wind attract people's attention? Look, how thoroughly you won, I will always remember you-Dunzhe Ling.

If I were a lamp, my thoughts might not be equal to zero, and I would not cry like a child. I will be envied and admired by all of you. My only second is eternity in your eyes. I can travel through distant dreams, whether it is cold or hot. If I were a lamp, my love would not stop cooling. It will always illuminate itself. But if I were, This is a lamp. I'm afraid I don't know the meaning of time. I'm bored. I'm afraid I don't know the direction of my trip. I'm lonely. I'm afraid I've gone far before you see it, but I still want to be a lamp. Even if my bones are broken and dissipated in the empty space, I will come back from nothing. Even if I wait hundreds of millions of years, I will never kneel down. This is what I want to exist as a kind of light. You just saw me, but you'll never catch my footprints.

Feng Baiyue 180' s poems, such as rural areas and cities, confused life, I don't know the sadness of my heart, when my home will fall, etc. Author: Zhang Weiyi

Why is the water so desolate?

The flowers are rotten and the grass is rotten.

Land covered with frost spots

A few breezes and mountains.

Please tell me.

Autumn leaves fall

Is the dead tree still waiting?

Please tell me.

People are far away.

Why does the heart depend on it?

Why is the world so strange?

Love turned to hurt, hate turned to hurt.

Bitter and depressed blood

A little regret and a little helplessness.

I was told.

Look at that butterfly.

Flying together is also accompanied by great love

I was told.

Forget the old man.

After all, not too soon.