Summer solstice of modern poetry 1 I
When the lotus is in full bloom, summer suddenly comes.
Cableways are like mosquitoes in autumn.
Blood is the biting dawn.
Twilight in the mountains is a thorn in a woman's side.
Write a poem just to feel.
Because there are too many names.
Tears burst its banks in spring.
With the stars, I once picked up my dream.
two
Of all people, loneliness is the deepest.
Deeper than the courtyard, colorful clouds are flying
If summer is too fast in this world,
Our long hair flies and the rain bursts.
three
There is a messy poem
There is a chaotic rainy season.
Time is fragmented, all this.
You will go on the road tomorrow, but there is a crow today.
Remember, this summer is over.
We are no longer apart.
four
It's so cold in summer.
People and people are like this.
Easy to get old
This summer is coming again.
There are so many intoxicated voices.
Magpies are flying.
Modern poem 2 "Summer Solstice" is located in the eastern Henan plain, which is alluvial from Huanghuai. Who does it come for and who does it go for?
I stand at the threshold of the summer solstice, and my thoughts are as dense as mist.
The wind passed through the inner room, shaking the inner ripples and madness.
In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the poverty of hoeing and studying makes dreams out of reach.
I collect the rings of Jinse, either lush or withered, and collect them one by one.
The poetic field on the ridge, looking up at the line of sight, my eyes wandered around and walked hard.
The smell of wheat is pervasive, and I listen to the classical commotion in the wheat field.
Busy summer, a running and tired verb.
The sickle jumps across the wheat field, and it blooms for the second time, but it is elegant and unrestrained.
The joy of harvesting and moving into the barn.
Sweating brothers and sisters made me burst into tears.
Deep soil and honest parents are the throbbing and pain of my life.
I am a wandering doctor or Firefox thousands of years ago.
Do what you have to do, be afraid of being confused and be wild.
For whom, why, the sky was blue and it was raining, and I was hidden, leaving no footnotes.
The solstice of summer is a busy day.
Only then did I know that the solstice summer had arrived.
last year
I admire an ant in the midday sun.
Now, I am cleaning in the house I just rented.
It's raining outside the window.
Outside the window is the school playground.
In the classroom at the end of the playground, my daughter is reading.
The expanded teaching building of the school.
Bare bones and muscles
Binding semi-finished products
Reminds me of the tall wheat stacks in the country.
Summer solstice of modern poetry 4 This summer solstice is in the south.
Meiyu just ran a walk-on and sprinkled a few drops.
Add a love to the play occasionally.
Wet, but the sun thinks it's the protagonist.
So arrogant
How many people are addicted to it?
Decorate yourself as a kind of sunshine.
It's refreshing
Easily
Want to fly?
In the industrial area, everyone passes by.
Will become warm
It will be a perfect memory of meeting.
Then the plum rain in the sun.
Rotten fruit
His smiling face eventually became
My pupils are dilated.
My poem is also on the solstice of this summer, at
In every pore on the back of the sun
Spray delivery.
Modern Poetry in Summer After the solstice of summer, I still look back on last year.
A winter separated by two seasons.
I froze all my thoughts.
Charming as a plum blossom alone
A person scattered lonely Leng Xiang.
Tonight, thunder and lightning cut deep into the sky.
The downpour washed away the green leaves on the branches again and again.
An old umbrella
I can't stop being busy all night.
I buried everything in the snow outside my dream.
Injury/wound condition
Love, we were born at the wrong time.
Passionate love
After all, it belongs to fiction. Snowflake gossip
Has melted, beautiful abortion into a calm river.
They form colorful clouds.
Please feel free to roll us up
The suffering on the other side of this life
Constantly describing each other's countless fantasies
But you can't really hug each other even once.
My despair has hatched.
After the summer solstice, I don't want to talk about that winter.
How do I walk through spring?
How to walk along the river bank alone?
Looking for traces left in the snow.
Erhu resentment
Erhu sounds lonely and tortuous.
Off and on. Leaving people adds new worries.
Only beautiful loneliness
In the summer rain. The night is getting dark.
The lotus in the distance is only young and alone.
keep out wind and rain
Never say bleak. Two straight strings
Look at each other and tell each other.
Close at hand, but can't hold hands.
* * * Play a lifetime of helpless loneliness.
Dusk. Dawn. Chunqiu communication
The dreary past has passed one by one.
Never give up. love
Around the beam turned into a huge desolation.
Listen carefully: finches are bosom friends.
Sighs that can't get together
A boat with a leaf and a pot of old wine.
From the lake
News that I haven't seen for years.
Poke for no reason.
The rain line passes through the red umbrella.
There is a beautiful woman walking on the willow embankment.
Sad to the depths of the soul
Fallen leaves in summer
The freshness of the cover has not faded.
Furry green
The meridians are smooth and in season.
Go deep into the depths
At that time, after a storm, the wind was weak.
The companions whispered to each other.
Talking about the comfort in summer. This is fantastic.
Travel around the world alone
Away from mother. then
Trying to catch the empty wind
Helpless forced landing in the world of mortals
The first dream
This is the last flight.
Withered in the last dust
Sigh life
Modern Poetry in Summer and Intermittent Amnesia in June and Spring
I have no news of my disappearance.
Lotus wears the ring of time.
Waiting for Prince Charming to appear
I wrote a letter tonight.
Moonlight velvet illuminates the paper full of love stories.
The hand holding the pen sends a string of happiness to the cloud.
Large patches of pink ooze from your fingers.
When the poet rode by in Jiangnan,
Brought some wrong notes.
Bring other people's love words to others.
I hid in the shadows and recited admiringly.
The lights on the forest floor gradually went out.
The story in the notebook is covered with a layer of starlight.
I feel cold occasionally when people wave fans.
Wrapped in clothes, curled up in the bed of memory
Modern Poetry in Summer Solstice 7 Indus Dredging Rain
Cicada lost its voice.
Autumn wind hidden in maple leaves
Bring back memories all over the sky
regrettable
Holding the moon and listening to the beauty of the wind.
From summer.
A clear and shallow shadow
With the ripple of the lotus pond
Gradually quiet down.
But it becomes clearer and clearer in my mind.
A winding stream
Not near, not far.
Full of mottled palpitations
By midsummer
The only remaining residual temperature is pleasant
Waiting for the last dawn
love
It's a game, it's a deduction.
Still blind
Give now
Maybe it's just loneliness.
cold
be absent-minded
Autumn comes as promised.
happy
Has been air-dried
Solar terms from summer to recent days
Modern Summer Poetry Solstice 8 (1)
The solstice of summer comes with the wind.
Actually, I'm early.
When spring clothes change its style
When the county gradually exposed to the sun.
I have begun to feel your warmth.
Memories of the years
It overflowed quietly.
In the eyes of disappointment and recovery
No one will notice that there is a person.
(2)
Stand deep in the shade early.
Ambition wrapped in leisure time.
Since April, when the smoke dike and the riverbank are intertwined with fishing and fire,
Start looking for traces of loss.
With secular elegance and vulgarity
To describe the subject I once cared about.
Imagine going from a corner
Re-experience some meaning
Appreciate the beautiful news again. He is always confident.
The season of reincarnation is the only thing worth cherishing.
Even clouds that go far away.
Will come with the wind at some point.
Those poems that were sent away
Acacia in Harmony Sentences
It will become a beautiful cloud.
In the daytime of another season.
(3)
Or at night
I quietly came to a long-lost dream.
Which direction does the wind come from?
Which direction is the wind blowing?
Where else would he go?
Holding the warmth of summer solstice
Cherish the floating wind shadow
Leave a rare friendship
Although there have been traces of loss.
But let this story
Added unusual poetry.
Modern poetry in summer arrived at 9: 00, and after the bees moved away the fragrant poetry, they never flew back.
Those flowers have become leftover women in spring.
Time meditates among flowers and reads a yellowed scripture.
When you open your eyes and close your eyes, the mountains and rivers change color.
The door of spring is left unlocked, and a trace of wind can also be a reason for flowers to cry.
The rainy season is coming, red everywhere, and the accumulated melancholy is muddy.
As soon as the cicada plays a tune, the temperature climbs along the trunk.
The green leaves are dripping with oil, leaving a shadow.
This solar term heats up a page of calendar.
Many hot adjectives are the influx of sweat.
Modern poetry in summer is gone forever after the solstice 10 wheat harvest.
Maturity makes the land empty.
There are people you miss, piling up like mountains.
Become a straw without fruit
This field is a distant memory.
You will never set foot in that busy frog again.
That croak knows everything.
Including the starry sky you see by the river.
Clear starry sky, deep night
There is a breeze sneaking around at your fingertips.
When you meet again on the plateau
Time has been wasted for a long time.
The soil is drifting away.
Dirt used to be the best playmate.
What was squeezed out at that time has been eliminated now.
The soil turned to skin color.
Hometown, that was childhood.
The aggrieved cry of the baby next door
Just like a hot summer.
It sounds like your voice.
And you are used to silence.
Become a stone on the roadside threshing floor.
Your feet are getting hard.
This can adapt you to a long journey.
Occasionally there will be a frog croaking.
A rainy season attack
Modern Poetry in Summer Solstice 1 1 This is the day when the Phoenix was born.
Toxic light radiation forms feathers.
Waving the heat wave
Scream resounded through the sky
Leave a flaming sunset glow
This is the day when my soul was born.
Ikki put on a light green.
Make the green hills greener.
Make clear water bluer.
I was born in clear water, impetuous.
Write a poem and dream of thunder.
Poetic dreams come from the burning of this scorching sun.
Thunder is the sound of a phoenix soaring into the sky.
My natural body
It's mud under impetuous clear water.
My natural bones and muscles
It was the most arrogant solstice in Aoki summer.
This is the day when I was born.
After the scorching sun
Hide the thunder of the storm
The wind is whistling and my wings are flapping forever.
I wrote the poem.
Just before the phoenix passed through the clouds.
A wish for this birth day
Modern Poetry in Summer Solstice 12 July Sun
Directly at the hot me.
I'm waiting.
Shengquan
Can moisten my heart
Cann't step on the tail of spring
Fall into the mud of summer
But when the begonia opens,
A flash in the pan
The willow tree hurt my face.
Lotus helped me up slowly.
Brush water between lotus leaves.
Shining with glittering and translucent light
My eyes
Become clearer and brighter.
My mind
Shengquan
It has been nourishing me.
You said that at this time.
Willing to leave
Or stay?
The summer solstice of modern poetry 13 This summer solstice is in the south.
Meiyu just ran a walk-on and sprinkled a few drops.
Add a love to the play occasionally.
Wet, but the sun thinks it's the protagonist.
So arrogant
How many people are addicted to it?
Decorate yourself as a kind of sunshine.
It's refreshing
Easily
Want to fly?
In the industrial area, everyone passes by.
Will become warm
It will be a perfect memory of meeting.
Then the plum rain in the sun.
Rotten fruit
His smiling face eventually became
My pupils are dilated.
My poem is also on the solstice of this summer, at
In every pore on the back of the sun
Spray delivery.
Modern Poetry in Summer Solstice 14 Green leaves and sunshine fill the window together.
The temperature rises to 30 degrees or higher.
Those leaves are natural scales.
My heart climbs with it.
A scale is fixed somewhere.
You said, just a glass of water or sadness.
In the solstice summer, holding a bunch of open loneliness.
Open the window and let you be with the sunshine.
Greetings from my heart.
Every trace of emotion burns in the scorching sun and grows together.
In that ice, everything turned into nothingness.
Then, I can only hide behind the shadows.
Waiting for your past heart to burn.
More chaotic than the thermometer outside.
Many topics have not been opened to make it clear.
The clouds turned red at dusk.
Maybe just for your listening.
I just opened the closed door.
In my dream, many steps are disordered.
A nervous breakdown, like
Some gibberish with leaves and veins interlaced
I lost my memory in June.
There is no hope of locking the door for you.
Okay, okay, I'll stop talking.
Before I get confused and figure out the main points
I decided to go out early.
Stay away from cups and melting ice in your arms.
Summer solstice of modern poetry 15 (1)
The solstice of summer comes with the wind.
Actually, I'm early.
When spring clothes change its style
When the county gradually exposed to the sun.
I have begun to feel your warmth.
Memories of the years
It overflowed quietly.
In the eyes of disappointment and recovery
No one will notice that there is a person.
(2)
Stand deep in the shade early.
Ambition wrapped in leisure time.
Since April, when the smoke dike and the riverbank are intertwined with fishing and fire,
Start looking for traces of loss.
With secular elegance and vulgarity
To describe the subject I once cared about.
Imagine going from a corner
Re-experience some meaning
Appreciate the beautiful news again. He is always confident.
The season of reincarnation is the only thing worth cherishing.
Even clouds that go far away.
Will come with the wind at some point.
Those poems that were sent away
Acacia in Harmony Sentences
It will become a beautiful cloud.
In the daytime of another season.
(3)
Or at night
I quietly came to a long-lost dream.
Which direction does the wind come from?
Which direction is the wind blowing?
Where else would he go?
Holding the warmth of summer solstice
Cherish the floating wind shadow
Leave a rare friendship
Although there have been traces of loss.
But let this story
Added unusual poetry.
The summer solstice is a busy day.
Only then did I know that the solstice summer had arrived.
last year
I admire an ant in the midday sun.
Now, I am cleaning in the house I just rented.
It's raining outside the window.
Outside the window is the school playground.
In the classroom at the end of the playground, my daughter is reading.
The expanded teaching building of the school.
Bare bones and muscles
Binding semi-finished products
Reminds me of the tall wheat stacks in the country.
The modern poem 17 from summer solstice is forgotten.
The sadness of flowers blooming and falling.
Abandoned,
The gaze of lush years.
Precipitated,
Only the prosperity of that season declined,
And countless vicissitudes.
The annual rings turn quietly,
Blurred the trajectory of reincarnation,
I stood on a quiet street corner,
Recall the last starlight in memory.
With you,
It is the bloom of the best years of youth.
Losing you,
This is a lifelong regret.
When the sun caresses the face,
The warm wind rippled the sleeping heart,
Missing has nowhere to put.
Seasonal cycle, why should this worry disappear?
now
How much sadness will continue to be staged?
The modern poem 18 from summer solstice is also the summer solstice in a year.
The sky suddenly turned into sweat,
I remember this time last year,
The earth is like a big steamer,
The surface temperature is about 70 degrees,
Barbecues are cooked everywhere.
Record high every year,
Every year, today's suffering will speak.
Hey!
The sky is clear,
Baiyun is also worry-free for a thousand years.
Why has Zang Lan improved?
How many years are sad.
Worried!
My generation is dust in the dust,
Worship heaven and gods,
Cool summer doesn't have to be cool to the end,
Leave a good reputation in the world.
Amen!
Modern Poetry in Summer Solstice 19 After the summer solstice, I am still looking back on last year.
A winter separated by two seasons.
I froze all my thoughts.
Charming as a plum blossom alone
A person scattered lonely Leng Xiang.
Tonight, thunder and lightning cut deep into the sky.
The downpour washed away the green leaves on the branches again and again.
An old umbrella
I can't stop being busy all night.
I buried everything in the snow outside my dream.
Injury/wound condition
Love, we were born at the wrong time.
Passionate love
After all, it belongs to fiction. Snowflake gossip
Has melted, beautiful abortion into a calm river.
They form colorful clouds.
Please feel free to roll us up
The suffering on the other side of this life
Constantly describing each other's countless fantasies
But you can't really hug each other even once.
My despair has hatched.
After the summer solstice, I don't want to talk about that winter.
How do I walk through spring?
How to walk along the river bank alone?
Looking for traces left in the snow.
Erhu resentment
Erhu sounds lonely and tortuous.
Off and on. Leaving people adds new worries.
Only beautiful loneliness
In the summer rain. The night is getting dark.
The lotus in the distance is only young and alone.
keep out wind and rain
Never say bleak. Two straight strings
Look at each other and tell each other.
Close at hand, but can't hold hands.
* * * Play a lifetime of helpless loneliness.
Dusk. Dawn. Chunqiu communication
The dreary past has passed one by one.
Never give up.
Around the beam turned into a huge desolation.
Listen carefully: finches are bosom friends.
Sighs that can't get together
A boat with a leaf and a pot of old wine.
From the lake
News that I haven't seen for years.
Poke for no reason.
The rain line passes through the red umbrella.
There is a beautiful woman walking on the willow embankment.
Sad to the depths of the soul
Fallen leaves in summer
The freshness of the cover has not faded.
Furry green
The meridians are smooth and in season.
Go deep into the depths
At that time, after a storm, the wind was weak.
The companions whispered to each other.
Talking about the comfort in summer. This is fantastic.
Travel around the world alone
Away from mother. then
Trying to catch the empty wind
Helpless forced landing in the world of mortals
The first dream
This is the last flight.
Withered in the last dust
Sigh life
The summer solstice of modern poetry is 20, if it is not the fragrance of mint.
I thought everything would never stop growing.
Without lush vegetation and blooming flowers,
I thought the earth was asleep.
If it weren't for your callousness, the frozen north city
Warm as the warm sun in the south.
Or the so-called pursuit of ideals
Immature olives cannot be tasted.
Summer solstice to June
I'm waiting for you to stare in the sun.
Your dream is too broad.
I can't hold back two lines of tears.
Modern Poetry in Summer and Intermittent Amnesia in Spring/2/kloc-0
I have no news of my disappearance.
Lotus wears the ring of time.
Waiting for Prince Charming to appear
I wrote a letter tonight.
Moonlight velvet illuminates the paper full of love stories.
The hand holding the pen sends a string of happiness to the cloud.
Large patches of pink ooze from your fingers.
When the poet rode by in Jiangnan,
Brought some wrong notes.
Bring other people's love words to others.
I hid in the shadows and recited admiringly.
The lights on the forest floor gradually went out.
The story in the notebook is covered with a layer of starlight.
I feel cold occasionally when people wave fans.
Wrapped in clothes, curled up in the bed of memory
Modern Summer Poetry Solstice 22 1
The sunshine is cool. Wake me up straight today.
This long day, I got to know people and streets.
Hide in the cool north, it's raining in the south.
In the abdomen in summer, just one defecation is a thunderstorm.
A few slaps on the stomach is a soft mountain.
Rain is not enough.
Covering the drought is still unfinished.
I have passed the windowsill, but I am still stubborn.
More than 200 people! Be washed into the water without looking back.
Nobody called back.
Lose men and lose women; Lose brothers and sisters
Lose a sister
Many crying families. Call me, call us.
I hate this heavy rain very much.
2
Large areas of forest have been cut down.
The bird's elegant nest is like a piece of ground.
Rotten steamed bread
The dust of violence without greeting
Scatter the canvas of spring into wisps.
A face of living ash.
Lots of farmland, but no lush crops.
The beautiful height of ceramic tiles is several times that of He Miao.
Some local officials who work with plates and skirts.
Ten years ago, his signature pen painted a chimney forest.
Tons of chemicals have been suffocating for years.
Low-income groups with insufficient food.
Look around during the tut-tut discussion.
The dining tables of these county heads and townships.
They have been dripping water for a long time.
Dark clouds in the sky continue to gather.
You said: Can it not form hateful rain?