Modern Poetry on a Rainy Night

Rainy Night Modern Poetry 1 It's raining.

Melancholy is my favorite;

Everything about me;

Unforgettable things seem to be spent in the rainy season;

Rain seems to care more for me;

Listen to the rain;

Compact;

But soothing;

This is a state of mind;

An escape from sadness. Boring Psychological aspects of irritability and depression;

You can listen to the rain, but there will always be thoughts flying;

It will arouse my deep fear;

Rain can make me get carried away;

It can also make me feel lost in vain;

Every drop of rain seems to be reading my heart;

After the baptism of time;

Through the vicissitudes of time;

It also reveals the hearts of all people;

The world is changing every day;

Things are unpredictable;

Seems to be able to change quickly;

But it remains the same;

Heavy rain makes people feel excited;

The drizzle makes people think constantly;

Let's fall with raindrops;

Open the picture of the mind;

Continue the journey of the years;

The journey continues. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Rainy night modern poetry 2 rainy night

Hear the rain outside the window

Think about the cold in the rain.

The pain in the eyes of cold rain

Like a lamp extinguished by rain

Remember the motorcycle era?

rain

Scenery after rain

How many drops of scenery are there?

As time goes by.

Pages woven diagonally into gray poems

I always feel that someone is waiting quietly somewhere.

I have to slow down gradually.

Looking back at the depths of the rain

Feel lost and confused

Remembering the falling rain and sighing.

I always feel that fireworks will not be perfect until dark.

I have to step up gradually.

Disappear in the depths of the rain.

Rainy night modern poem 3 is so lonely

Holding a glass of hard liquor in his hand

But I can't bear to drink it dry.

It seems that the wine has dried up.

I will miss you.

Cut off all love with you

Despite tears

Spin in the glass.

At this moment.

Only the sound of rain.

Still talking.

The fatigue in my heart

Very long, very far-

Good romance

Pin Yi Bei Xiang Ming

Compile the past

A little lost and a little sorry.

How much sadness and nostalgia

push the window open

Let the rain wet your eyes.

I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.

Slowly flow down one's cheek

Seems to be full of sadness and missing.

Bring it into a bitter mouth

Chew until dry.

Too cold, too cold, too weak-

So lonely

Holding a glass of hard liquor in his hand

But I can't bear to drink it dry.

It seems that the wine has dried up.

I will miss you.

Cut off all love with you

Despite tears

Spin in the glass.

At this moment.

Only the sound of rain.

Still talking.

The fatigue in my heart

Very long, very far-

Good romance

Pin Yi Bei Xiang Ming

Compile the past

A little lost and a little sorry.

How much sadness and nostalgia

push the window open

Let the rain wet your eyes.

I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.

Slowly flow down one's cheek

Seems to be full of sadness and missing.

Bring it into a bitter mouth

Chew until dry.

Too cold, too cold, too weak-

Modern Poems on Rainy Nights 4 Goose feathers are like velvet, floating and heavy, and the ice is cold. There is no rain in the deep courtyard, a spark, and the running water supports the hero. The rainy night is deep, a handful of quicksand and a handful of loneliness.

Flowers fly in the water garden, bows pick up fragments, and water is as charming. Cigarettes curl up in my heart, sparks smell fresh, a handful of yellow sand smoke, sorrow, sorrow, endless galleries.

Curled eyelashes, dry wind, dry eyes, white lips and black face.

Worried for thousands of years, the city wall falls off and misses, the ancient bridge section, the time is shallow, and the initial words are low.

Rain floats on the earth, smiling bitterly all night, folding a flying flower buried alone.

Strange white flowers are falling and fluttering, and it is suspected that winter has come to autumn.

The cypress is green, the birds are extinct, the butterflies rest quietly, the river stands still and lacks frogs, and people enjoy flowers.

Flowers and clothes fall to the ground, very charming, jade scattered green. Feathers flying, boundless, with a word and all kinds of love.

A leisurely scene, a distant heart, a hundred generations of breeze, countless feelings, sadness and intoxication have nothing to do with the body.

Clouds are blurred, I don't look at clouds, I look at Guangtian's endless scars, but I feel sad and groan, and I have been euphemistic for a lifetime.

Let the water drop hit obliquely, and now it is arrogant and hazy, overlapping with the person in front.

Gather words into songs, scatter words into sorrow, gather and disperse, and look forward to returning. First frost daisy, disturbing the world, lonely into a sentence, lonely as a poem. ...

Rain lane, rainy night flowers bloom, do not open, no one can speak for this situation.

Water drops help fire, a fire, residual love, smoke and rain, it is difficult to bury flowers.

A fragment, red eyes, painted face.

It hurts me to bury flowers on a rainy night.

Modern poetry rainy night 5 twitches all over.

I got up.

This closed and narrow space in the house

I'm suffocating

Suddenly I heard Mao Mao rain outside the window.

I feel glad.

Go to the balcony.

push the window open

Thousands of silk threads have printed my eyes.

Moisten the earth

Water my heart

So excited

Sui daxi

This long-lost rain

This long-lost pattern (sound)

Let my clouds disperse

Wake me up.

How I wish I could become a fish.

Swimming in any pond formed by this rainstorm.

How I wish I could go back to that childhood

I rushed into the rain curtain without hesitation and played like a child.

Oh, let this sudden heavy rain come more violently.

When I got rid of the burden of these years

Rush into the rain and have a good sleep.

Is it soon, soon?

Rainy Night Modern Poetry 6 Rain is silent.

Slipped from my forehead

Dim light

But I caught a glimpse of it.

everywhere

Young

spray

He is going to another place.

A prosperous place

On such a night.

His sigh

Cross a long street.

I heard you.

Sadness is like rain

I should just stand here.

Wave a hand

Leave your farewell.

Then turn around

Mixed in the drizzle all over the sky.

Walk through the streets of the city

Who is tired of watching each other? Who's not together?

The noise of cars drowned the thin figure.

Life-saving rice can't be grown on the hard land in the city.

Twinkling night, swaying in confusion.

The watering of alcohol drowned the fragile youth.

The criss-crossing buildings surround the dreams of brothers and sisters.

A simpler field, straying into the secular world.

The stars, the moon or the sun we look up to are hopeless.

Modern Poetry on a Rainy Night 7- 1

One night in October

I'm waiting for the party to end.

Although cigarette butts are full of ashtrays.

Although a room of 20 square meters

The flowers are not arranged yet.

Although you haven't shown up yet

But I have a wish.

Want to reach your distant place

Nothing can shake my madness.

Nothing can hold my emptiness.

Warm embrace

Starting from the peak

Touch the dream

Despite your expectations.

But stay in your forest-like hair

Waiting for a rain to come.

The banquet is still there.

The night is quiet.

in the faint moonlight

A long figure

Fall into the depths of the street

He is looking for a route.

Or your own home?

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Be careful to go far away.

I'm still standing in front of the fish tank

Appreciate the happiness of fish and water.

Although free fish

I don't know my mood.

Although in their own way

Survival and love

But I still believe

They yearn for the world beyond glass.

My heart is far away from home because of a trip.

It was a dusk.

You said to hold the sunset.

I said go ahead.

Wheels driving all the way west.

Leave it to us

This is just an experience.

Be careful to go far away.

I still light the cigarette.

In the process of cigarette butts being ignited and extinguished.

I saw smoke.

I can't get rid of it and it's wrapped around my head.

Be careful to go far away.

A rain wet my mood.

I see a pair of eyes

Standing at your window

Gaze in one direction

There is a figure in the rain.

Looking for another figure

So I thought,

Be careful to go far away.

I should take care of myself

Follow your heart.

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Waiting for years.

Wait until this heartbeat

Before this heartbeat

A guitar that has been left out for years.

There is thick dust in the corner.

String distortion

Can't play beautiful music

Looking at you, time has stopped.

Look back on the past years

I saw it. ...

That cup of water with rose petals.

Still boiling hot

My heart is still beating.

It doesn't seem to stop.

Then drink this glass of water.

Keep the fragrance of roses in your heart.

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Listen to the rain

I became a rain man myself.

A night without language

Eyes can only be fixed in one direction.

Let the thoughts drift away with the smoke.

The person you care about is still far away.

Is it raining in the distance?

Imagine that we are just a painting.

Treasured in their hearts

Rain is the language of rain.

Let the rain speak for me

Do you still want to interpret the mood of rain?

On this stormy night

I am rain.

No need to melt.

Rainy Night Modern Poetry 8 Silent Rainy Night

Sniff out the traces of love

Cool rain swept across my face.

The air is full of strings of fragments.

There are no stars in the sky and no one in the long street.

Confused eyes and messy mood.

Chew it over and over again

Singing every night is inevitably sad.

Meditate on the name that has been written countless times.

Close at hand but out of reach.

Rainy night, talking silently.

Listen, the wind goes anywhere.

Ever since I embarked on a journey that can't be turned back.

Looking forward to a stopover port ahead.

The wheel of time goes forward forever.

The world of mortals is just a misty rain floating in front of us.

Sunset sets on Cangshan, and bridges flow.

I met a pair of beautiful eyes.

Compose that ancient dream into a lonely song.

Quietly hide a relationship without a sequel

Years are scars, and fallen leaves are wrapped in cold.

Deprived of everything, not qualified to talk about vicissitudes.

Dawn is coming, but my heart is used to wandering in the dark.

Want to wander far away.

Reorganize the past

The twittering bird fell asleep.

Those geese don't know where to hide.

The dim street lamp outlined a beautiful picture.

There is a unique silence in my ears.

Small windowsill

Missing is passing away.

When the leaves rustle

Silence is the best way to be together.

If you can't see me.

I must be on my way to find you.

I suddenly lost sleep on this rainy night.

Listen to the tinkling rain outside the window.

Turn yourself over and have a good sleep.

I haven't done this for a long time.

I missed many former classmates, friends and even passers-by for a while.

Shine on me

Which one of you who sleeps in a different place tonight has realized the nonsense of teenagers?

I can live my own life.

After facing the real life

Who is an unforgettable memory in whose life?

Love, hate, happiness and forgiveness.

Who is really relaxed?

Cultivation and secularism

As forgetful as a train, as difficult as an ID card, and as abandoned as a mineral water bottle.

Who are you really crying for?

Whose shoulder makes you cry?

Who can laugh, who can suffer, who can be happy?

Whoever smiles back is all we have.

There are too many people in the world than Spring Festival travel rush.

It's just that we skipped the ticket and made it ourselves.

You can go from the mountains to the sea to the depths.

You, me and him are hard to meet.

The most Buddhas in the temple are Bak Yan, you and me.

Therefore, the punishment of poison is too late to die.

Even dreaming now is more difficult than reunifying China.

The country can unify its dreams, but it is difficult to achieve them.

I don't know the world, but I don't want to know it either.

But listening to the voice outside the window alone

It's hard to burn incense when you think about it.

However, when I miss you, I feel sleepy when I talk about it.

Scholar's way is impermanent, love is uncomfortable, wealth is not good, Buddhism and Taoism are not affected.

Do you know that my heart knows my luck and thinks about my appearance?

Because of the long drought, the night was too long to sleep.

Readers should not blame the audience for not laughing.