Chapter one: Poetry quietly related to modern poetry in summer.
The whole summer
It is heading for a fruitful autumn.
Heading for a blazing flame
Wind, flying leaves
Leaves, gently turned into butterflies.
Sprinkle gently
Paddy fields, mixed with blazing flames.
Burn, run
Chrysanthemum, showing a little yellowish.
Decorate the whole earth
the original
The whole summer
Autumn is another time.
Strange sight!
gently
The whole summer
Autumn is about to mature.
Towards the clear moonlight.
Maple trees bring red.
Red, become a landscape.
obsure
Breeze, mixed with clear moonlight.
Dance lightly and fly.
The river is full of crystal blue waves.
Brilliance is all over the world.
As it turns out,
The whole summer
Autumn, let me.
Amazing yearning!
Chapter two: Poetry related to summer Modern poetry is about Yuan Ye in summer.
Our pace is leisurely and graceful.
We are still young.
The wind is blowing.
Prose-like mood
Touch my heart
Swaying with vilen in summer.
We are happy lovers.
There is a silent tacit understanding.
I was very touched after reading it.
You have a natural charm.
We are quiet in the summer wind.
My imagination
I feel drunk.
I guess
Romantic and melancholy.
Yuan Ye in summer is full of amorous feelings.
I like ...
Start with water.
Tears for an emotion
Chapter Three: Poetry Related to Summer Modern Poetry That summer,
Distant and nostalgic,
Unforgettable,
A creaking cicada,
Filled with forests,
There is a shady place in the forest.
That summer,
You belong to a visitor from the south,
I was born and raised in the country,
Young you and me,
Before these steps are encountered,
Smile at each other.
That summer,
The rain in summer is surprisingly scarce,
A kind of missing,
But on many special days,
Day and night come,
Come and not go.
That summer,
Memories do not fade,
Stories don't go out of date,
That summer,
Time will remember,
One person once fell in love with another.
Chapter four: Poetry related to summer Modern Poetry That summer is deformed tonight.
At the moment of falling down.
Keep silent with you.
A gust of wind curled up in the breath.
A silkworm finger with mulberry leaves stacked on it.
Rub the black waterfall you fly down.
Omit the gold foil marking
A bird stopped.
So flat
very happy
Hallucinations are washed by cold water
Spasms are indescribable.
It was freezing tonight that summer.
The consoling soul has an exact shape.
From hair tip to toe
From left hand to right hand
From chest to back
Slip away from Plato's spirit
Get rid of Freudianism
A silk thread maintains a long-lasting love.
Hope oozes from one end.
A head oozes despair.
Intuition is disturbed by light.
Disorder is constantly improving.
I slept soundly tonight that summer.
The scenery outside the window is similar.
Clock solo nostalgic tune.
The soul stood at the door
Accept me when I sleep.
Injured posture.
An invisible code word
The expectation of holding hands with your left hand.
Light gray eyes didn't turn.
Firefly insomnia
Why are you looking at my palm?
The spinning leaves shattered the idea.
That summer was too hot.
I slept soundly tonight.