Modern short poem sentences in summer

Hutong Gu Cheng

alley

It's curved and long.

There is no door

There are no windows.

I took an old key.

Knocking on the thick wall

Bian Zhilin out of context

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.

The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.

You know me, simones.

Between you and me.

Love is so light, calm and pure.

Like transparent air, like clear water.

Running between that day last month and the moon in the water.

Deep vows? Yeats

Because you didn't keep that deep oath.

People will fall in love with me

But every time

When I face death, when I sleep soundly, when I indulge in wine and revelry.

I always meet your face suddenly.

Lin, days after rain

I like this rainy day,

The plain is covered with grass!

My heart is always floating in the wind,

The wind blows:

Blow away vanilla, fallen leaves and a wisp of cloud, like smoke.

Like smoke.

Spring? Feng Tang

Spring water is born, spring forest is blooming, and the spring breeze is ten miles, which is not as good as you.

Elegy? Xi Murong

I will never see you again in my life.

No, you just want to see you again.

You in my heart will never appear again.

What reappears is only the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon.

Dai Wangshu is worried.

It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is acacia in the distant sea.

If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name, if someone asks my concern:

Say it's acacia in the far sea, say it's lonely autumn sorrow.

A mistake? Chou-yu Cheng

I walked through Jiangnan.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

There is no sound, and the spring curtain in March has not been opened.

Your heart is a small closed window.

My hooves were a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...

Dreams and poems? Hu Shi

You don't know the strength of wine until you are drunk, and you don't know the weight until you have loved it.

You can't be my poem any more than I can be your dream.

Tagore among birds

The world kissed me in pain and asked me to sing.

You smiled at me and kept silent. I think I've been waiting for a long time.

We love each other all our lives, but life is still too short? Shen Congwen

We love each other all our lives, but life is still too short.

Auspicious San Ji? Shen Congwen

I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person at the right age.

In the end, what really matters is not the years in life, but the life in the years.

To you, I am just a short chapter; To me, you are a whole book.

The longest waiting is when you don't know what you are waiting for.