Modern Poetry about Brothers (1)
Zhiguonong brothers
How I want to turn into raindrops in spring.
Moisturize your cultivated land
Look at the flowing willow branches
Spit out the first hint of new ideas
How I want to wear green clothes in summer.
The magic of your grafting
Looking forward to strong fruit trees
Produce the first pineapple
How I want to bring happiness in autumn.
Describe the beauty of your harvest
Full of colorful fragrance.
Sniff out the first ray of sunshine in the morning
How I want to hide in the silence of winter.
The pen and ink that accompany you to learn.
Taste the rhythm of poetry
Read The First Rhino
Modern Poetry about Brothers (2)
brothers
My brother, coal sunspot.
Your hair, skin and clothes.
Like a piece of charcoal
I draw a picture.
match
You can.
Luminous exotherm
(I don't know if it can be illuminated.
The night is black as charcoal)
You sit there.
It's a statue.
I watched.
laugh
This is performance art, right?
Laugh and laugh.
It is raining.
Fall on both sides of the cheek
Obviously, I am sitting in my room.
Where did you get the rain?
Your lips are squirming.
Eating a bowl of noodles.
brothers
My brother, coal sunspot.
Your hair, skin and clothes.
Like a piece of charcoal
You sit there.
It's a statue.
Sculpting society
about
conscience
wind
It's the middle of winter.
The wind continued to blow.
Blow into your eyes
Blow into the heart
Sadness and cold
No temperature
It is as hard as cement and steel.
society
Modern Poetry about Brothers (3)
brothers
When bright red flowers bloom on the chest
When the epaulettes and the cap badge are aligned
When the order to retreat resounded through the playground
When the farewell comrades burst into tears.
The day of retirement has become a reality.
Years of fraternity, far apart.
I can't forget putting on my military uniform for the first time.
I can't forget my first patrol.
I can't forget the first emergency meeting.
I can't forget the first time I was in a hurry.
There are too many firsts in my memory.
Will be hidden in my mind.
There are too many good comrades in the barracks.
Always be best friends.
We will continue our voyage tomorrow.
Run to your dreams.
The heat in the barracks is still there.
That brotherly friendship lasted for a long time.
comrade
Don't be sad when you retire.
Think of it as another battlefield.
brothers
Don't hesitate in future.
We'll go with you.
Modern Poetry about Brothers (4)
Song of the Moon-Brother
We walked in the moonlight.
Friendship accompanies me in my heart.
Golden memory
Like a fringe, the stars remain the same.
Years freeze
Derive countless sweetness
The friendship I promised.
When the sea dries up, the rocks rot forever.
An incomprehensible secret
Fate predestined that you are my bosom friend.
Ha ha! Thousands of years of moonlight.
You and I have the same interests.
Let me on a muddy cliff, cold and miserable.
You will take the escalator for me and dress me.
Give me whatever I give you.
Only you know me, only I know you.
Moonlight, shake your holiness.
I'm tired of foul language and earthly miasma.
Hand it over for profit.
The harmony of my voice
Make friends for the benefit.
Disturb my sacred feelings
The world has lost its original heart.
It's really hard to find the world of flowers and flowers, and go their separate ways.
I'm glad the world is watching.
And He Wei's worldly rebellion against you and me.
Ren, things have changed.
Ren, the stars move.
Tracing back to the source, farewell to Taoyuan.
Follow in its footsteps
Have a heart to rely on
Gone with the world is wonderful, stirring and stirring.
Talk about old classmates, you and me.
Be consistent throughout.
Cardiac locking system
The midnight light lit up the black paint.
The moonlight shines on the thorns ahead.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, create the world.
Modern Poetry about Brothers (5)
Good brother
Brother,
Your phone,
Makes me feel ashamed.
All kinds of reasons are excuses,
It's all my natural shyness.
Mountains and rivers are separated by unpleasant distances,
Day after day, month after month, can't erase my thoughts.
Brother,
When we get together,
Have a few drinks,
Speaking of the ups and downs of a foreign land,
Syria's love for its hometown.