The color of modern poem 1 has orange-red snow lines.
Jump in the clear sky beyond heaven and earth
Tiandi de taste
The footsteps of wasting time have made a journey like a song.
Bonfires and smoke disappeared in the snowy garden of the years.
The bronze arrows disappeared on the threshold of history.
Labor horse and unicycle
Run over the roadside pavilion
So they trudged through the cold winter scenery.
In this way, they left the snake-like figure in Weiyuan City.
In this way, they hope that Phoenix Xue Hai will have auspicious signs in the distance.
In this way, they let their footsteps sway into the wine and street lamps of Shanhaiguan.
Those who hold pottery bowls and hide mulberry silk.
Those who watch the wind go away.
The invisible stream of life has dyed the distant sky red.
Curtains fluttering like songs
In the cold snow
stand up
Become a god
Modern poetry of color 2 I am suffering,
I win weakly and talk less.
Ah, the world is full of noise!
The world is so ugly!
For those things that are investigated in secret—
I can't get a satisfactory answer. ...
By chance, everything is mixed:
Language, color and light.
A lamp appeared in front of my eyes,
That green light,
However, the light it emits
But it blocked a yellow light and shadow.
With the blue light flashing, the window
Caught in the frost of dawn ...
The light interweaves into a little bit.
Hazy brown dust.
People are like light and shadow.
Gather from a surrounding place:
Crazy and ugly,
Rough and incredible.
Modern Poetry of Color 3 Autumn is a beautiful picture. Where is the beauty?
I took a boat made of fallen leaves to see the beautiful autumn.
I asked the grass,
The grass gently told me, "Autumn is yellow."
I asked Maple Leaf,
Maple leaves rustle and tell me, "Autumn is red."
I asked Bai Ju,
Bai Ju smiled and told me, "Autumn is white."
I asked the pine tree,
The pine tree told me loudly, "Autumn is green."
I asked the earth,
The earth proudly told me: "Autumn is colorful."
Modern Poetry 4 is colorful, just like my mother's shirt.
Just like a test paper without clues.
It's like meeting you for the first time.
Independent lamp
—Bright white
If you were born in the Milky Way,
I am also a meteor.
-Silver.
Ha ha ha ... Joe.
Pepper white
I said, like time.
I said, it's been years.
I said, like a stream behind a mountain.
You don't understand.
I said, like a monthly salary.
You will understand.
—streamer silver
A stone worn on the hand.
Shine with joy
What else has not been discovered?
Hiding underground is depressing and sad.
Jasper ash
sun
You are a little spicy.
come
Let me put you
A flap
skin
-Sun Orange
Be a chestnut
Facing the torture of life
I can't take it anymore.
Just opened his mouth and smiled.
-Chestnut brown
tears
Can't stand/endure
Flow, stop, drop, and come again.
-Chili red
Stupid old man and his descendants
Move this mountain
Let the sun be at a loss.
Hanging in the world forever
The sun will never set.
Abandoned popularity
harbour a grudge (against sb)
It won't take long.
It will retaliate against the fickle fashion.
Retro green
From treetops to grasslands
Only one runway away.
Spring is coming
Green will be popular again.
Just like more than a hundred years ago
-British green
The whale jumped out of the sea.
The waves haven't lifted yet.
Tornadoes are thousands of miles away.
The desert island turned blue.
How many wings does a butterfly need to flap its wings?
-Island Blue
Days when no fishing boats pass by.
The pirates were lying on the deck.
Watching the sky all afternoon.
-Caribbean blue
Without you.
night
Even the stars are blue.
Starlight blue
A slightly sweet stout.
Dark chocolate with nuts hidden in it.
The looming black lace
Not 100% black
Sexy just right.
80 degree black
Fifty sheep
5 1 sheep
52 sheep
ticking sound
53 sheep
……
Midnight is dark.
Encountered lightning and thunder.
Please keep smiling.
That's God pressing the shutter.
Take your picture.
Modern Color Poetry 5 Then she must be blue.
Transparency between the sky and the sea
The lazy afternoon made her feel warm.
Looking for a dream figure alone
The sweetness left in the distance
Unconsciously, this day has become another world.
A sweet story is fermented in the sun.
It's broadcast here every day.
The night without you has become another world.
There is an air here called loneliness.
Read all the joys and sorrows quietly.
I thought I was too numb to think, miss and forget.
In fact, I'm just used to using indifference to cover up the suffocation caused by missing.
It's like we've been breathing, and we often forget that we're breathing.
I can't forget the feeling of suffocation.
Because that is the motivation of missing and shouting.
When missing is as inseparable as breathing.
There seems to be no need to ask answers to all the questions.
People who love each other are in pain.
All the beauty and passion are solidified in the past years like glass.
Time sometimes passes slowly.
When I woke up at a certain moment, everything in front of me seemed to be still.
Through blurred eyes
The line of sight is fixed on the other side of the distant ocean.
And there is a kind of warmth called missing.
Days are getting lighter and heavier.
In the baptism of missing, we have our own mark.
Years have carved symbols on the tombstone of the soul that others can't interpret.
Start there and end there.
No more thinking, no more demanding, no more responsibility, no more demanding forever.
Words and languages are sometimes the most vulnerable.
But sometimes it's touching.
It is the portrayal of heartbreak and the accumulation of loneliness.
It is the catharsis of loneliness and the temperature of missing.
Looking for warm memories in memories
To find the fragments of time
Fading will also become a chord of the earth.
So chew bitter words.
Smell the familiar smell.
Do a little moaning.
Turn boredom into sentiment
Pass the boring time
Just because I want to find the swaying moon shadow
Glittering and falling on the edge of the eaves bar.
Raise my blurred eyes
Maybe you and I have the same mark in our hearts.
Miss the taste of addiction and make everything fade into nothingness.
What I can't forget is your smell.
The sky is as dark and deep as ever.
The moon waved its colorful wings to take me to sleep.
The color of modern poetry 6 As I said,
The sky in June is red,
The sky in June is yellow,
The June 1 program is rich and colorful.
"Why?"
The balloon on June 1st is red.
The cookies on June 1st are yellow.
The flags on June 1st are colorful.
Haha, I am a genius!
Modern Poetry of Color 7 This is like a fairy tale world.
Endless snowy night
This simple and clean white!
It is the most affectionate call of nature to people.
It says
Please wait a moment, and then wait a moment.
Let go of the day at hand and the colorful life.
Just a moment, just a moment.
Look back.
Look at the original beautiful whiteness.
That's white!
It will light a candle for the darkness.
It will guide people who get lost.
It will make the world less dusty and indifferent.
It will iron the cold chest.
How beautiful! This is white.
Clean, give birth to lush trees.
Light up a piece of color
Wake up the cheerful stream.
All these are the seeds of spring.
Is maturing in the soil.
Just, just look back.
Oh, breathing is fragrant.
Green is honey, applied to eyelashes.
Will grow indefinitely
This white and fresh snowflake.
When it goes through your forehead
Please look back.
Let this tiny detail blend into the sea.
Oh! This endless clean snowy night.
Modern Poetry of Color 8 If the wind has color,
The world must be a beautiful painting.
The wind in spring is green,
Dye the fields green,
Brought life to the earth,
Brought joy.
The wind in summer is red,
According to Honglian,
Brought happiness to people,
Brought happiness.
Autumn wind is yellow,
Dye the fields yellow,
Make the mountains colorful,
Brought a bumper harvest.
The wind in winter is white,
Dye the roof white,
Put a white coat on the earth,
Brought a new year!
Modern color poems are like people who add a lot of clothes.
Suddenly disappeared,
Abandoned by color,
Desolate, forced to death.
Give some comfort and rest assured at night,
But he was tortured like this.
The next person's words are full of,
An irresistible threat.
I think it's me,
But it was buried by the black that lost its light.
I think it's me,
But it is excited by the beating red.
I think it's me,
Lost in the gray that no one understands.
I lost, blue, yellow, orange,
I can't find the color,
Forced to die,
You join my team,
Be a person who has lost color?
I dreamed last night.
I see the most beautiful color in myself.
Woke up suddenly,
Facing the silent night.
Random search in the dark,
But it just goes deeper,
Lack of a white sky.
Colorful, like other people's wedding clothes,
I feel dizzy,
Want to seize the opportunity,
Close your eyes,
I don't know the year and month,
In order to repaint their own colors.
Color of modern poetry 10 If the wind has color,
What color will it be?
I said, "The wind is green!"
You see,
The spring breeze blows head-on,
Large tracts of green,
Crossing mountains, rivers and grasslands ...
Printed in people's hearts.
If the wind has color,
What color will it be?
I said, "The wind is blue!"
You see,
Xia Feng brushed gently,
Bring cool, take away the heat wave,
Above the blue sky and white clouds ...
People are cold.
If the wind has color,
What color will it be?
I said, "The wind is golden!"
You see,
Autumn wind comes slowly,
Blow yellow rice and wheat ears,
Passing fields and orchards ...
Enjoy in people's hearts.
If the wind has color,
What color will it be?
I said, "The wind is white!"
You see,
The north wind cries,
Cities and villages are wrapped in silver,
Through the frost and snow in the morning ...
Reflected in people's hearts.
Wind,
What color are you?
Emerald?
Blue?
Gold?
Snow white?
Both,
Neither.
Ah, the wind
Please blow gently through my ear,
Tell me quietly, your color!