I stood at the window and watched the rain fall from the sky.
It fell to the ground in an instant and disappeared to the ground.
When many raindrops come together, they become a pool of water.
The stage of raindrops is in the air.
The moment I fell from the sky.
I dance and show my dancing.
The brilliant time of raindrops is so short.
But I have never complained about anything.
When it's your turn to perform
With a large group of good friends
Fall down in succession.
Baptize the creatures in nature.
After the baptism of rain, I became poor.
It's still raining, accompanied by a cold wind.
However, we feel a warmth.
A kind of warmth that can only be felt at this time.
Rain, silently dedicated to mankind.
Rain is dedicated to mankind, asking for nothing in return.
Do you feel it?
Modern Poetry of Rain 2 Tonight, who will scatter the meteor shower into the sky?
Colorful dreams
Blooming on the branches of osmanthus trees
Thousands of years of love and hate.
Solidified into a classic legend
The scenery on the magpie bridge
Growing up is particularly touching.
Water from rivers and oceans.
The tide began to rise and fall.
Who will shed tears for Pearl tonight?
Become dewdrops on the leaves of grapes
A woman's amorous feelings have created a little daughter.
Comb your hair repeatedly.
Shy, shy that transparent mind.
A heart rain
Knock on Xiangsi Lake.
Cry softly
I am disappointed in the cheerful moonlight.
Whose Qixi rain
It's full
The galaxy of past lives
Modern Rain Poetry 3: A Long Landscape Scroll
Vertical and horizontal eyes
Hazy is a mountain
A gurgling stream
Yuzhu jumped off the jade plate.
Rolling and tumbling
The scenery is picturesque and hooked.
It's exciting.
Soul around dreams
Soul around dreams
Because this is my home.
The most beautiful rendering
Overlapping appearance
The ups and downs of thought
Soaked by the flying wind curtain
Pour on the long acacia river.
Be crazy.
Hate the current year
Birds are like arrows.
See you in the distance
Trees are like boats.
Open summer to autumn.
Dragonfly water is interesting.
Naughty surfaced.
Lotus pond frog dance cuipan
Frogs.
Start the fish swimming in the water.
Decorate this great river and mountain with affection
Collect this beautiful home with deep homesickness.
Modern Poetry of Rain 4 When snowflakes sway for a long time,
I am an old child.
I can draw the curtains halfway,
There are some small cracks in the side window,
Show a cane chair,
Subtle, detached, all good.
When I think of an imperfect scene, it snows,
Half of them are rooted in dead soil.
At this time, the snow was scattered all over the floor. Pale and steady.
I said it was not perfect,
Because snow is as thin as a wisp.
I am an old child,
Although I haven't seen herringbone geese yet,
But I also want to fly into the snow-resistant bird where I live.
When the long-lost snow drifts into eternity in a mirror.
I am a young old man.
When I chased it,
White clouds run in front of me,
Geese and I met by accident,
Leave a message in my ear when I sleep.
I had no dreams for a night, but because of an old acquaintance, I hovered in the air for a while and reached the corner of the world.
I had a dream, but I didn't realize it was a dream at all.
As if just a moment ago.
I still cover the falling snow with fragrant grass. But I can't touch it.
I still dye it in the feathers left by migratory birds. I am willing to weave a pair of wings for myself and be a bird that knows how to choose time to fly. But I can't pick it up.
I observe, observe.
Look at my hand and touch my head. It can be very real, and some things I want to leave have not slipped away.
I am a young old man.
I will leave snowflakes on my temples and skip many steps. Back to my original dream.
Sometimes, I feel so small looking at Cang Ma.
Sometimes, I think I beat it. I'm so old.
Rain's modern poem 5 is not as ethereal as spring rain.
Unlike the romance and gentleness of spring rain.
Very fierce and urgent
Hit my heart hard
Eat every inch of my skin.
How many times?
I wander alone in the rain.
Let the rain wash away my soul
A gloomy heart sobbed in the rain.
I don't know
You are in front of me.
What else is there?
Plan several virtual games
I know
Green grass can decorate Yuan Ye.
Because she has the spirit of silent dedication.
Water droplets can penetrate rocks.
Because he has indomitable will.
A stream can flow into the sea.
Because he has the feeling of embracing everything.
In my world,
What will all this be?
Rainwater flooding
My mood became damp.
The rain washed into my ears.
Disturb my sight.
sometimes
Excessive expenditure
Is the intersection of emotional fragility
I'm in the rain
Hiding a pair of eager eyes
Modern Poetry of Rain 6 Rain ... It has been raining for several days.
Whenever I see dark clouds and a cool breeze blowing gently.
The corners of the mouth can't help bending upwards.
I like to watch the earth being baptized by rain, and I like to watch the little flowers being beaten by rain;
I like to hear the sound of rain beating on the eaves, and I like to hear the sound of rain melting into the pool.
It began to rain, which was the beginning of my enjoyment.
But my enjoyment was too short. I began to enjoy my rainy day, but the rain stopped.
I thought of you again, the person who was most predestined friends with me in those days.
Our fate is like this short rain.
When I really like you and want to cherish you, we have to part.
After five years together, it is undeniable that ... we are the most predestined friends.
This year is the eighth year that I have known you.
Yes, whenever I think of you, I will stretch out my hand to calculate how long we have known each other.
What about you?
Will you think of me?
Do you know that I often miss you in the corner not far from you?
In sleepless nights, I think of you.
Pick up the phone ... I want to give you information, but I don't know what to write.
"Insomnia, I miss you" is no good.
"Did you sleep? Can you chat with me? " impossible
finally ......
"What are you doing" send
I put down my mobile phone and began to wait for your reply.
Waiting with me is a lonely and long night;
I'm waiting for the dawn with weak sunshine.
I can't make excuses for myself.
I know it's time to face it.
The mobile phone no longer has your caller ID, nor does it have your message prompt.
They're all gone, and there's no * * * to follow.
You can't cherish this feeling unilaterally.
Maybe, we are really doomed. ......
It doesn't matter, even if it's over
Not far from you, I still think of you often.
Rain's modern poem 7 I
Yingying drops more rain than the horizon, and the pulse stars don't cross the river.
Jade dew and golden wind dream in the sky, who is the Tanabata on earth?
The drizzle in August, pattering across the sky, washed away the lush laurel trees. Fine raindrops, stepping on them, fall from the cracks in the leaves, turning the passionate midsummer night into a cool autumn. In the fragrant air, the golden wind and dew of Tanabata swayed, making intoxicating feelings linger and quietly shed a quiet dream. Dear, is my heart raining between your tortuous lines?
Looking up at the distant night sky, meditating on immortal legends, touching stories and romantic love, like a delicate hand, gently brushed my heart. On both sides of the Milky Way and the Magpie Bridge, spoony people look through the autumn water just to wait for the meeting of Tanabata; A year's watch, missing day and night just for a moment, dear, your gentle words every night are so unforgettable, how strong and passionate should such feelings be?
The love between the cowherd and the weaver girl is just like you and me, but I want to know when the beautiful magpie bridge can be built for us. Tanabata on earth, today or tomorrow?
You said that your love for me occupied every cell of your body. I said, I watched every minute of my life for your affection. I miss you wholeheartedly, and my concern for you occupies every inch of my soul. Missing someone is not as sweet as I thought. What kind of suffering is that painful feeling?
two
At the beginning of the golden wind, the dew fell, and the stars on both sides of the bank were clear.
Say goodbye to hate, cross the bridge and listen to the rain.
The cold fingertips touched the coldness of the raindrops, and my heart couldn't help getting wet, as if it filled the sky with rain.
Tonight, on the other end of the phone, I forgot the laughter of the past and heard a low voice: It's raining in Mao Mao, and your heart and mine are wet together to welcome the night rain on Tanabata. ...
Hiding quietly under the grape trellis, eavesdropping on the conversation between the cowherd and the weaver girl, that is the voice of lovers. I heard it, I heard it ... so there are humans, ghosts and gods, and love! In fact, there is only one word.
Tanabata rain, how to make the golden wind rise at the beginning, incisively and vividly, and sing softly in the osmanthus in August? How to accompany the breeze, fly over the silk string of the southern painting building, fly to the northern post road to sing, dance in the dream and find the shadow?
How does the rain on Tanabata ripple in the lush and deep shadow and rhyme with the distant piano sound? How to enter your pen with Yan Ying dancing in the smoke and waves with a faint fragrance in that faint whisper, and let the dancing feelings climb steadily?
three
Just like the Qixi Bridge in the dream ceremony, the thin clouds turn into rain and are light.
How many tears you cry when you meet, don't go home.
Looking up, the shallow Milky Way, like a stream in this vast universe, seems so insignificant. But in the eyes of spoony men and women across the river, it is an insurmountable gap.
You said that your heart has crossed the gap between us. Our galaxy is just a wave of passing time, which has drained away every inch of youth and peach blossoms. The hair on the other side is blue and white, and the diamond mirror is killing away.
"Thin clouds are mysterious, flying stars spread hatred, and Han Yin was black all the way. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If you are in love for a long time, you will not be there sooner or later. "
The ceremony is like a dream, stepping on the beautiful and touching string rhythm, and being as quiet and delicate as a porcelain dream against the dreamlike piano sound. With the faint, transparent and knocking sound of rain, it slowly falls from the quiet place of fine clouds and drips through the softest corner of my heart. I missed too many words. I haven't had time to tell you in detail, it's already the setting of the western hills and the moon, and I have to bear the pain again.
At dusk, this love bridge across the banks of the Milky Way suddenly disappeared, leaving only two lone stars across the river and that affectionate call. Helpless and sad tears.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, and the cold autumn festival is even worse! Where to send lovesickness tonight?
four
Legend has it that the Milky Way has crossed the sky since ancient times.
I only want to be together, and the dragon is a good dream on earth.
Like me, the Weaver Girl is a graceful plain clothes woman, with eyebrows like water and blue temples like clouds. She sits in the depths of Shao Hua, from the sparkling Pearl River to the vast Han Yin in the depths of the sea of clouds and clear water. Her heart is like a lotus flower, she holds the shuttle obliquely, her eyes are drooping, her eyes are slightly drunk, her ears are blowing, and she weaves a satin by hand.
Cowherd, like you, is tall and handsome, strong, with blue sky, indifferent eyes, bright moon and golden voice. He is slowly coming from the vast plain with green willows in the north, wandering the sky with Taurus, feeling with his heart, feeling like running water, and facing subtle and exquisite star wishes.
How far is it? It's even heavier in the middle of the night. Are you wandering in that shallow sigh? The sound of rain is falling, does it provoke loneliness, empty notes, and full of thoughts and feelings?
five
Tanabata sigh helplessly, meet like a dream to leave.
Cowherd and weaver girl, Tianhe rain, make peace with human tears.
On the shore of the Milky Way, there is a lone star and a half moon. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene, so there are many kinds of customs. Who should I tell?
Last night, you said you would meet me in the dream of Tanabata. I have thought about it countless times, how to find a shallow corner, cross the world of mortals, and keep the colorful flowers away from the lush, without a trace of fireworks. Along the winding path, walking in the dim time of light and shadow, accompanying you, thoroughly washing your thoughts, breathing a faint fragrance, holding a finger leisurely, salvaging the glory of the years.
On Qixi rain, it is said that Cowherd and Weaver Girl cried. I think their crying should be tears of joy.
At this time, the jasmine plants beside my pillow are silent, bathed in deep sadness tonight, and quietly bloom in the lonely emptiness; The dancing sound of Toona sinensis trees downstairs pierced the pain of mountains and rivers and gently separated the sadness of parting.
Listen, the raindrops, stepping on tiny steps, come and go with the gurgling Qingxi. The light rain and the blue sky, the ticking of eaves and corners, leisurely knocked out a green word. The glittering and translucent rain touched the music of the lotus leaf and rang on the floor.
Fold a pulse of Gui Xiang, flick your fingers to clear the rhyme, and let the rain on Tanabata stir countless whispers in the melody of August, dancing with the red pomegranate in front of your window and dancing with the wind.
Modern Poetry of Rain 8 (1)
Waiting for you,
Waiting for you in Jiangnan
-Yan Yuhe in Meicheng.
Pears are in full bloom,
Apricot blossoms rain.
Wet the ancient bridge;
Wet the green willow;
Wet the ancient ferry on Lisan Street!
(2)
I'm on the shore of the ancient bridge,
Waiting for a girl like lilac.
I asked the green willows in the wind,
Have I seen you before?
-The bride of my dreams?
Who knows, dragging a cigarette and splashing water.
(3)
I hurried to the ferry,
Afraid of making the wrong boat.
Ask the ferry, ask the traveler.
Have you ever seen a girl like lilac?
Have you ever seen a girl like lilac?
The shopkeeper shook his head and the passerby asked who.
(4)
If you walk in the secluded alley of "Li San Street",
How could we miss each other?
If you wait for me on the bridge,
How can I make you anxious in the wind?
Whether the oil-paper umbrella is smooth;
Is the apricot blossom rain soaked?
(5)
Looking for you,
I found you on the bridge of Ren.
I found this life from my previous life.
I have the Yu Di you gave me,
I'll play it for you gently.
Can you hear my melancholy flute?
Sobbing is no longer a tune.
(6)
A girl like lilac is floating in the rain,
I recognized your face at a glance,
Still beautiful and dignified in my last life!
Fly to your side desperately,
We hugged each other on the Renji Bridge.
The water is long and the birds are singing!
I, your shepherd boy in a previous life.
You, my bride in this life ......
It is raining in Mao Mao outside the window of Modern Shiyu 9.
Not sad, but beautiful.
A whim.
I want to create a magnetic field.
You are iron.
Give you an illusion of freedom.
But it's always a temptation for you.
I can't get rid of it, and neither can you.
Like is a kind of mood.
Love is a feeling.
what is love ?
Tagore said
Tears for her.
I hold up an umbrella for her in my heart.
Maybe I seldom love you.
As small as straw, it has nothing to do with warmth.
Or save it from fire and water
But holding it is always an idea.
If you didn't have me
Who do I open my arms to?
Some people say that I am indifferent.
Actually, I'm crazy when I'm with you
Some people say I am strong.
I am weak only when you are around.
Loving you is like breathing
Teach me how to stop.
Loving you is like stepping in hell.
One foot in heaven
tell me
How to get this foot off me?
I like the smell of tea rising in Ran Ran.
Music with the right hue.
Meditation, meditation ...
Just like you in my pen.
When I write about you
Please don't dislike the boredom of my words.
Every word, every sentence, every punctuation mark
All my love.
clear
True love and liking is an experience.
Needless to say.
Let the heart float like a feather
Love is there, pain is there, love is there.
-Feelings were put away on the road yesterday.
The modern poem of rain 10 is waiting for you, just like waiting for a rain.
I am waiting for a rain, waiting for you in the rain.
Jiangnan misty rain is like ink painting,
I miss your mood,
I miss your melancholy.
Hazy is the worry of the sky in the past.
The drizzle awakens faded memories.
//
Want to meet you again in the rain,
Want to sketch for you in the rain.
Write your bright smile into your heart,
Write the scenery around you in the picture.
Mix the vitality of new green and color,
Decorated in your watery eyes,
Let the beauty of the moment be fixed in the eternity of missing.
//
How I wish I could meet you again in the rain,
That drizzle is my spoony tears,
In the sentimental season, I can't restrain my sadness.
While Bloom was waiting for the flowers to fall,
I can't stop whispering my thoughts.
If we can wait until the Millennium,
Poetry becomes an encounter under an oil-paper umbrella,
I would like to hold an umbrella for you and go far hand in hand with you.
Go on a stormy journey with you until sunset.
//
A season of misty rain gaunt strangers bloom?
A flying petal may miss your pain,
The longing for memory can be found in Pingping's poems.
The wish of not getting old is waiting for you in the rain,
In anticipation, I miss your dream all my life in confusion.
Perhaps it is the scenery of the years,
Constant is always persistent love in the rain.
//
Waiting alone for an unknown rain,
Maybe it's a melancholy figure in the rain lane,
Waiting may be a missed meeting,
Waiting may be a romantic and warm mood,
I wish I could wait for your hand in the rain,
Not the obscurity behind the figure on the horizon.
Author: Bodhi
Written on May 20xx 10/3:12.