I want to write a modern poem about summer and ask God for help.

Summer Poems Rain washed the summer sky slightly blue, revealing the loneliness all over the place. The story of that year was recorded with a pencil. It was played back like an old movie. You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then I shed tears. I was at a loss, and my dreams will stay with me. The first summer after you left, I tried to record with the most beautiful poems about you, but I couldn't write warm words with cold fingertips. Oh, baby, I still don't understand. Why did you choose to leave me? Do you continue to wait for the plane leaves floating by the roadside and the green moonlight wandering outside the door? One day, the lost heart will come back to Blister on a Summer Night, supporting a long pole, wandering back to the greener grass, full of a boat full of splendor, and singing in the splendor of splendor. But I can't play songs, quietly is a farewell flute; Summer insects are silent for me, too. Silence is a blister tonight! Before summer could put on a dress for you, the sun scorched your heart, bearing the entrustment of spring, and you carefully guarded your first promise. In the afternoon, the dark clouds swam through the whole clear sky, and then shed a moving tear and washed away the tired dust on the farmers' shoulders. At this time, the buds whose branches have just withered have given birth to new lives. In the chirp of crickets, the figure is slowly elongated, elongated ... People in the crops are waving sickles and hoes that have been gnawed by years, and writing some distant hopes with the poet's pen.