Modern Poetry about Summer (1) Summer Rain
Come so suddenly
Dark clouds hang low
In the dark, I can hear the gasps of the earth running.
Lightning, thunder and wind
As if to tear a crack in the dark sky.
A downpour in response.
Swallow the tearing light in the sky
Rain falls and dances around your body.
The streets became crude.
Pedestrians and vehicles converge into sound.
The noise of the city disappeared.
The rain has stopped and I feel a little sick.
There is only rain at the moment. Loneliness.
In the heavy rain
I suddenly can't remember the direction I'm going.
But I'm in no hurry to leave
For many years, I didn't care about the moment when my feet were still.
Now, no matter what, we should pawn our busyness to the past, leaving only our own heart.
To count the rain in the rain and the gentleness of the rain.
Modern poems about summer (2) haven't had time to learn from the dream of spring,
Pull out high-spirited thoughts,
Peach blossoms dripping with spring rain,
As soon as I turned around,
It flows into summer.
Summer breeze,
Scattered in the fields layer by layer,
Indulge in the willows by the pool.
Cicada sings the elegy of spring,
Fly out of the willow tree,
Flowing in the lonely dusk.
The moon sits at the bottom of the mirror-like pool.
Quietly thinking about the worries of the Millennium.
A noisy fish,
Suddenly jumped out of the water,
I want to have a romantic close contact with the moon.
An angry meteor,
Screaming and jumping into my eyes,
Rippling ripples,
Starts up a frog.
Fireflies wake up from a deep winter dream,
Polishing your wings repeatedly,
Get rid of painful memories,
Jump off the dew-covered grass.
As a result, there are many snowflakes,
Floating in the boundless night.
I don't know, firefly,
I want to turn myself into an eternal star,
Or light the rising dawn.
Maybe he was hurt too much by winter,
I can't get rid of my attachment to spring.
Where the peach blossoms fall,
Once again, I went to explore the traces of spring.
But he followed the butterfly by mistake,
Around the heavy ears of wheat,
I looked for it a thousand times.
In fact, no matter how warm spring is,
Just the foreshadowing of summer.
Birds sing and sing,
The wisps of spring scenery that will be won,
Buried in the blooming lotus.
A flash of lightning,
Light up the golden autumn.
This is a modern poem about summer that I prepared for you. It is rainy in summer. Dark clouds came, showers fell, and everything was terrible and greener. The most beautiful thing is that the sunshine is always after the wind and rain, the sky is like washing, and the color training is in the sky. The blue sky assigns white clouds to bend over and touch the green hills, and the white clouds turn around the blue mountains, joining hands with heaven and earth, from shallow to deep colors, ethereal artistic conception, beauty and beauty crochet the vitality of summer. Green mountains and green waters, clear water and blue sky, everything is lush. When I am in full of green now, whenever the heat wave strikes, whenever the leaves are swaying and the branches are swaying, whenever the sun is shaded and the grass is flourishing, how I wish I could not stop the footsteps of the years.