Whether it is in school or in society, the most familiar thing to everyone is poetry. Poetry has the characteristics of highly concise language and short and concise writing. What kind of poetry is good poetry? Below are the modern poems about the Summer Solstice that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Modern Poetry on the Summer Solstice 1
1
The lotus blooms and summer comes suddenly
The ropeway is like a mosquito in autumn
Blood is The piercing dawn
The twilight in the mountains is the thorn of women
I write the poem just for the feeling
Because there are too many names
Tears burst the bank of the spring river
Carrying the stars, I once picked up my dream
II
Among all the people, the loneliness is the deepest
Deep across the courtyard, there are colorful clouds flying
If the world is too hasty for summer
The long hair we have left is flying and the rain is breaking
Three
There are messy poems
There are messy rainy seasons
Time is broken into pieces
You are on the way to tomorrow, but it is late today Crow
Please remember, this summer has passed
We are no longer separated
Four
Summer is so indifferent
People are so old
It’s easy to grow old
This summer is here again
There are so many intoxicating sounds
Modern Poetry of Magpies Flying in the Summer Solstice 2
In the Huanghuai alluvial plain of eastern Henan, for whom do you come and for whom do you leave
I stand at the pass before the summer solstice, The mood is as dense as mist, and the patter is dripping
The wind passes through the chest, stirring the ripples and mania in the heart
In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the poverty of hoeing, plowing and reading makes dreams far away Far away
I collect the annual rings of Jinse, whether they are lush or withered, and take them in one by one
The poetic fields widen my sight, and my eyes wander around, trekking
The fragrance of wheat spreads, and I listen to the classical commotion of the wheat field
Summer is busy, a running and tired verb
A man with a sickle leaps across the wheat field, Blooming one after another, graceful and unrestrained
The joy of harvest is moved into the granary
My sweaty brothers and sisters make me cry
Deep The soil and honest parents are the throbbing, pain and pain of my life
I am a wandering doctor or fire fox thousands of years ago
I walk, fearful and unruly
For whom you came and why you left? The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain, but I was hidden without leaving an inch of footnote Modern Poetry on Summer Solstice 3
A busy day
p>I just realized that the summer solstice has arrived
On this day last year
I admired an ant under the noon sun
Now, I am in the house I just rented The house is being cleaned
There is light rain outside the window
Outside the window is the school playground
In the classroom at the end of the playground, my daughter is reading
The school is expanding The teaching building
The muscles and bones are exposed
The half-finished products tied with five flowers
Remind me of the tall wheat stacks in the countryside. Modern poetry on the summer solstice 4
This summer solstice in the south
The plum rain is just a sideshow, sprinkling a few drops
Occasionally adding a touch to the drama of love
Moisture, but the sun thinks it is the protagonist
So proud and arrogant
How many people are intoxicated with it
Modify yourself into a kind of sunshine
So refreshing and cheerful
< p> Like a birdWant to fly
In the industrial zone, every pass that passes by
will become warm
and will be complete It becomes a memory only for the chance encounter
Then, by the plum rain in the sunshine
, the rotten pig
My own smiling face was finally captured by my own
Pupils are submerged
My poems are also gushing out in every pore on the back of the sun during this summer solstice
Modern Poetry on the Summer Solstice 5
After the Summer Solstice, I still look back at last year's winter.
Two seasons apart
I have frozen all my thoughts
Alone as enchanting as a plum blossom
Alone spreading the fragrance of loneliness
Tonight, thunder and lightning pierced the depths of the sky
The downpour repeatedly washed the green leaves on the branches
A broken old umbrella
Unable to block Busy all night
Dreams and dreams are all buried in the snow by me
Sadness
Love, we were born at the wrong time
A vigorous love
After all, it is fiction. The scandals like snowflakes
have all melted away, and the beauty has become a calm river
They have become dense and colorful clouds
and they can roll around us at will
The pain of facing each other across the river in this life
Constantly describing each other’s many fantasies
But unable to realize even one true embrace
My despair has long been broken Coming out of the shell
After the summer solstice, I don’t want to talk about that winter
How I walked through the spring
How I went for an outing along the river bank alone
Looking for some traces left in the snow
Erhu love and resentment
When the erhu sounds, there are twists and turns of loneliness
Intermittently. Leaving people adds new sorrow
Beautiful loneliness
In the summer rain. The night is getting darker
The lotuses in the distance are still young and are alone for themselves
Sheltering from wind and rain
It is never said to be desolate. Two straight strings
Looking at each other and narrating each other
Being so far away from each other, they cannot hold hands
***Singing a life of helpless loneliness
p>
Dusk. dawn. The Spring and Autumn Period
The ordinary past events go away one by one
The unyielding feelings
The desolation that wraps around the beams into the vast distance
Listen carefully: Queque are all close friends
The sigh of not being able to get together
A small boat with a leaf and a pot of old wine
Bring it from the lake
News that has not been heard in years
Unprovoked teasing
Passing the rain line of the red umbrella
There is a beautiful woman walking along the willow embankment
< p> SadnessFallen leaves in summer
The freshness of the cover has not faded
The fluffy green
The meridians are clear , along the seasons
Reaching into the depths
At that time, the rain had passed, the sky was clear, and the wind was weak
The companions were whispering
Talking about summer of comfort. But it is whimsical
Traveling around the world alone
Leaving its mother's body.
Later
I wanted to catch the empty wind
I had no choice but to make an emergency landing
The first time I realized my dream
It was the last time I let go
Withered in the final dust
Modern poetry 6 sighing at the summer solstice of life
Intermittent amnesia in spring
There is no news about the thoughts I have stored< /p>
Hehuan wears the ring of time
Waiting for Prince Charming to appear
Tonight, I wrote a letter
The moonlight is fluffy, shining Love words fill the paper
The hand holding the pen sends a string of happiness to the clouds
Large swaths of pink leak from between the fingers
The poet writes from Jiangnan When the horse passed by
, it brought some wrong notes
It brought love words from others
I hid in the shadow of the tree and spoke with envy Reciting
The lights in the forest building are gradually extinguished
The stories on the paper are covered with starlight
When people wave their fans, I occasionally feel the chill
p>
Wrap up your clothes and huddle up in the bed of memory. Modern poetry of the summer solstice 7
The drizzle in the parasol trees
The cicada loses its voice
The autumn wind, hidden in In the maple leaves
It brings back memories that fill the sky
It’s a pity
The beauty of holding the moon and listening to the wind
was left in the summer
Clear and shallow shadows
Following the ripples of the lotus pond
Gradually becoming silent
But becoming clearer in my heart
Wandering The winding stream
As if yet far away
Full of mottled heart palpitations
By midsummer
The only remaining warmth and comfort
< p> Waiting for the last dawnLove
Is it a game, a deduction
Or is it deception
Giving now
< p>Perhaps it’s just lonelinessA chill
My eyes are blurred
Autumn has arrived as promised
Happiness
< p> Already dried in the airModern poetry about the summer solstice 8
(1)
Summer solstice comes with the wind
Actually, I came very early
When the spring shirt changed its style
When the jade body was gradually revealed in the sun
I have begun to appreciate your warmth
A memory of years
overflows quietly
In the sight of disappointment and recovery
No one will notice , there is a person
(2)
Standing deep in the shade early
Wrapping the ambition of the years with leisure
< p>From the days when smoke embankments and riverside fishing fires intersect in AprilStart to search for the traces left behind
Go with an otherworldly elegance
Describe the subject you once cared about
Imagine re-experience some meaning from a certain corner
Regain the beautiful news. He is always confident
The season of reincarnation is the only one to cherish
Even the shadow of a distant cloud
will come with the wind at a certain time
Those farewell poems
The lovesickness expressed in the poems
will turn into beautiful flowing clouds
In the daytime of another season
(3)
Or at night
Quietly come to the dream after a long absence
Which direction does the wind come from
Which direction does the wind come from
Which direction does it still come from
Holding the warmth of the summer solstice
Cherishing the elegant and uncertain wind shadow
p>Leave a rare friendship
Although there are traces of loss
It adds an unusual touch to the storyline
Poetic and Picturesque Modern Poetry of the Summer Solstice 9
After the bees took away the fragrant poems, they never flew back again.
Those flowers have become the leftovers of spring.
Time spent meditating among the flowers, reading a yellowing scripture.
As soon as he opened and closed his eyes, the color of the country changed.
The door of spring is ajar, and a hint of wind can also be the reason for the flowers to cry.
The rainy season is coming, red falls everywhere, and the accumulated sadness is muddy.
As soon as the cicadas started to sing, the temperature climbed up along the tree trunks.
The green leaves dripped oil, soaking in a shade.
This solar term makes a calendar page hot.
Many steaming adjectives are pouring in, dripping with sweat.
Modern Poems for the Summer Solstice 10
The wheat will never come back after harvesting
There is maturity that makes the land empty
There are people you miss, heaping up
Becomes wheat straw that has lost its fruit
The fields are already a distant memory
You have never set foot in that busy frog croaking
The frog croaking knows everything
Including the starry sky you saw by the river
Clear starry sky, deep night
Breeze sneaking through your fingertips
Plateau You were fooled and met again
Time has been wasted for a long time
The soil has gradually become distant
The soil was once the best playmate
The things that were made at that time have now been eliminated
The soil has turned into the color of skin
Hometown, that is childhood
The aggrieved cry of the baby next door
p>
It’s like a hot summer day
It sounds from your throat
And you have become accustomed to being speechless and silent
Becoming a roadside thresher Stone rollers in the field
Your feet are getting harder and harder
This allows you to adapt to long distances
Occasionally, there will be a burst of frogs
Modern Poetry 11 of the Summer Solstice Coming from the Rainy Season
This is the day when the phoenix is ??born
The vicious light shines and forms feathers
Waving The heat
Screaming through the sky
Leaving the evening clouds like fire
This is the day my soul was born
Wipe it Brilliant green
Make the green mountains greener
Make the clear water bluer
I was born in the impetuous clear water
Write poems, dreams and thunder
Poems and dreams originate from the burning sun
Thunder is the sound of a phoenix flying through the sky
The body I was born in
is The mud under the impetuous clear water
The muscles and bones of my birth
It is the most arrogant green tree in the summer solstice
This is the day I was born
< p> The hot dayThe thunder of the violent storm is hidden
The wind is whistling and my wings are flapping forever
The poems I wrote
< p> In front of the phoenix piercing the cloudsMy wish for the day of my birth Modern poetry on the summer solstice 12
The sun in July
Shining directly on my hot self
I'm waiting
Holy spring
Can nourish my soul
Can't hold back the tail of spring
Falling into the mud of summer
But once the crabapples bloom
It’s short-lived
The willows hurt my face
The lotus flowers slowly I lifted it up
The water passed through the lotus leaves
It flashed with crystal light
My eyes
became more Clear and bright
My soul
Holy spring
Moisturizing me all the time
You said I am now
Are you willing to leave
Or stay? Modern Poetry 13 of the Summer Solstice
This Summer Solstice in the South
The plum rain is just a side job, sprinkling a few drops< /p>
Occasionally add a touch to the drama of love
Moist, but the sun thinks it is the protagonist
So proud and arrogant
How many people are intoxicated< /p>
Modify yourself into a kind of sunshine
Very refreshing and cheerful
Like a bird
Want to fly
Industry In the district, every pass by us
will become warm
and will be completed into memories only for encounters
And then be absorbed by the plum rain in the sunshine
艵
My smiling face was finally drowned by my own pupils
My poems are also in this summer solstice
In every pore on the back of the sun
It bursts out.
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Green leaves and sunshine fill the window
The temperature rises to thirty or higher
Those leaves are natural measuring instruments< /p>
My heart also climbed upward
A kind of scale is fixed somewhere
You said, just a glass of cool water or sentimentality
Hold an open bouquet of loneliness at the summer solstice
Open the window and let you be with the sunshine
Enter the greetings deep in your heart
The scorching sun Every burning emotion and growth
turns into nothingness in that piece of ice
Then, I can only hide behind the shadow
Waiting for you to pass by The burning pain in my heart
The confusion of being higher than the thermometer outside
Many topics have not yet been opened and explained clearly
The clouds at dusk have turned red in a different way
p>
Maybe just for your listening
I opened the closed door
In the dream, many footsteps were disordered
That The nerves with tight roots are drooping, just like
Some nonsense words with intertwined veins
The June when I lost my memory
Using a room tightly The lock is hopeless for you
Okay, okay, I won’t say any more
Before I figured out the key points due to confusion
I decided to withdraw early
Stay away from the water glass in your arms and the piece of melted ice Modern Poetry on Summer Solstice 15
(1)
Summer Solstice comes with the wind
< p>In fact, it came very earlyWhen the spring shirt changed its style
When the jade body was gradually revealed in the sun
I have begun to appreciate your warmth< /p>
A memory of years
overflows quietly
In the sight of disappointment and recovery
No one will notice, There is a person
(2)
Standing deep in the shade early
Wrapping the ambition of the years with leisure
From the days when smoke embankments and riverside fishing fires intersect in April
Start to search for the traces left behind
Describe it with an otherworldly elegance
Theme that I once cared about
Imagine re-experience some meaning from a certain corner
Regain the beautiful news. He is always confident
The season of reincarnation is the only one to cherish
Even the shadow of a distant cloud
will come with the wind at a certain time
Those farewell poems
The lovesickness expressed in the poems
will turn into beautiful flowing clouds
In the daytime of another season
(3)
Or at night
Quietly come to the dream after a long absence
Which direction does the wind come from
Which direction does the wind go?
Which direction does it still go?
Holding the warmth of the summer solstice
Cherishing the elegant and uncertain wind shadow
p>Leave a rare friendship
Although there are traces of loss
It adds an unusual touch to the storyline
Poetic and picturesque modern poems about the summer solstice 16
After a busy day
I realized that the summer solstice has arrived
On this day last year
I was under the noon sun Appreciating an ant
Nowadays, I am cleaning the house I just rented
There is light rain outside the window
Outside the window is the school playground
In the classroom at the end of the playground, my daughter is studying
The expanded teaching building of the school
Bare muscles and bones
The half-finished products tied together
Let me Thinking of the tall wheat stacks in the countryside - Modern Poetry on Summer Solstice 17
Forgot,
The sadness of the flowers blooming and falling.
Abandoned,
The gaze of those green years.
What has settled down is
only the prosperity of that season has faded away,
and countless vicissitudes of life.
The annual rings are turning quietly,
Blurring the path of reincarnation,
I stand at the quiet street corner,
Taking back memories That last starlight.
With you,
It is the blooming of the most beautiful years of youth.
Losing you is a lifelong regret.
When the sun caresses the face,
The gentle wind stirs up the sleeping heart,
There is nowhere to put my longing.
Seasons cycle, so why worry about it?
Today,
How much sadness will continue to be performed? Modern Poetry on the Summer Solstice 18
It’s the summer solstice again,
The sky suddenly changed and I was sweating,
I still remember this day last year,
The earth is like a big steamer,
The surface temperature is over 70,
Barbeques are cooked everywhere.
Historical highs hit new highs year after year,
Every year is miserable.
Hey!
The sky is clear and clear.
The white clouds will remain worry-free for thousands of years.
Why does the situation change?
How much sorrow there is in the years of the world.
Sad!
We are just dust in the dust.
We worship the heaven and the earth and worship the gods.
There is no need to be cool to the end in the hot summer.
Stay Gain a good reputation in the world.
Amen! Modern Poetry on Summer Solstice 19
After the summer solstice, I still look back on last year's winter.
Two seasons apart
I have frozen all my thoughts
Alone and enchanting like plum blossoms
Exuding the lonely fragrance alone
Tonight, thunder and lightning pierced the depths of the sky
The downpour repeatedly washed the green leaves on the branches
A broken old umbrella
Unable to block Busy all night
Dreams and dreams are all buried in the snow by me
Sadness
Love, we were born at the wrong time
A vigorous love
After all, it is fiction. The scandals like snowflakes
have all melted away, and the beauty has become a calm river
They have become dense and colorful clouds
and they can roll around us at will
The pain of facing each other across the river in this life
Constantly describing each other’s many fantasies
But unable to realize even one true embrace
My despair has long been broken Coming out of the shell
After the summer solstice, I don’t want to talk about that winter
How I walked through the spring
How I went for an outing along the river bank alone
Looking for some traces left in the snow
Erhu love and resentment
When the erhu sounds, there are twists and turns of loneliness
Intermittently. Leaving people adds new sorrow
Beautiful loneliness
In the summer rain. The night is getting darker
The lotuses in the distance are still young and are alone for themselves
Sheltering from the wind and rain
It is never said to be desolate. Two straight strings
Looking at each other and narrating each other
Being so far away from each other, they cannot hold hands
***Singing a life of helpless loneliness
p>
Dusk. dawn. Contacts in the Spring and Autumn Period
The ordinary past events go away one by one
The unyielding feelings
The desolation that wraps around the beam into the vast distance
Detailed Listen carefully: Queque is all a close friend
The sigh of not being able to get together
A small boat with a leaf and a pot of old wine
Bring it from the lake
< p> News that has not been heard in yearsUnprovoked teasing
Passing the rain line of the red umbrella
There is a beautiful woman walking along the willow embankment
Depressed and sad
The fallen leaves of summer
The freshness of the cover has not faded
The fluffy green
The meridians are clear, Along the seasons
Reaching into the depths
It was sunny after the rain and the wind was weak
My companions were whispering
About summer Comfortable. But it is whimsical
Traveling around the world alone
Leaving its mother's body.
Later
I wanted to catch the empty wind
I had no choice but to make an emergency landing
The first time I realized my dream
It was the last time I let go
Withered in the final dust
Modern Poetry 20 sighing at the summer solstice of life
If it weren’t for the fragrance of mint
I thought all things would not Stop growing
If it weren’t for the lush vegetation and blooming flowers
I would have thought the earth was sleeping soundly
If it weren’t for your ruthlessness like the frozen North City
Warm as the warm sun in the south
Still the so-called pursuit of ideals
Unripe green fruits cannot be tasted
Summer Solstice June
I Waiting for your gaze in the sun
Your dream is too spacious
Can’t tolerate my tears Two lines of modern poetry on the summer solstice 21
Intermittent amnesia in spring
The thoughts I stored are silent
Hehuan wears the ring of time
Waiting for Prince Charming to appear
Tonight, I wrote a letter
The moonlight is fluffy, illuminating the paper full of love words
The hand holding the pen sends a string of happiness to the clouds
Large swaths of pink leak out from between the fingers Next
When the poet passed by from Jiangnan
He brought some wrong writings
He brought love words from others
< p> I hid in the shadow of the tree and read aloud with an envious toneThe lights in the forest building gradually went out
The story on the paper was covered with starlight
When people wave their fans, I occasionally feel the cold.
Wrap up tightly in clothes and curl up into the bed of memory. Modern Poetry on Summer Solstice 22
1
The sun is cool and refreshing. Wake me up today very close and straight
During this long day, I am familiar with the people and streets
Hiding in the cool north, it is raining in the south
In Xia’s abdomen, any bowel rumbling is a thunderstorm
Patting the belly a few times is soaking the soft mountain body
The rain cannot be stopped in moderation
Cover it It’s drought, but it’s still flourishing
It’s higher than the window sill, but it’s still there
More than two hundred people! Being rushed into the water without looking back
No one was called back
Losing men and women; losing brothers and sisters
Losing little sisters
Many families cried loudly.
Call me, call us
I hate this heavy rain so much
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Large tracts of forest were cut down
The elegant nests of birds are like the ground
The rotten nests
The violence of sand and dust without greeting
The spring canvas is fluttering into wisps Wisps
A face full of living ashes
A lot of farmland, no green crops
The beautiful height of the tiles is several times the height of the seedlings
p>
Some local officials who work on plates and skirts
With his signature pen, he had drawn thousands of chimneys ten years ago
There are also several tons Tons, chemical substances that have choked people for years
The people living on the subsistence allowance who are hungry
In the tut-tut discussion, I looked around
These county and township heads The dining table
They continue to drip water for a long time
And the gloomy clouds in the sky continue to be dense
You said: Can it not form a hateful rain?