Color Classic Modern Poetry 1 The Color of the Wind
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!
Color Classic Modern Poetry II "Natural Color"
This is more 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 connect to the sea.
Oh! This endless clean snowy night.
Color classic modern poem 3 "This Green is Love"
This green is love.
Stand between life and death
This green is love.
Whether you hear it or not
This heartfelt whisper
This love takes root silently.
On the chelson river.
In the yellow sand stretching into the future
This green is love.
Barefoot, step on the hot sand
The yellow sand in front of us stretches forever.
There is no end in sight, it is an endless' ocean'
But behind this is a low blue wall.
Stand stubbornly.
In the silent waves of Taklimakan
Stand still
This green is love.
My feet heard the earth say this.
This green is love.
My ears heard the wind and sand.
This green is love.
My skin heard the burning sun say so.
At this moment.
I am green.
At this moment.
I'm Ai Yi.
At this moment.
I took root.
In front of this sand sea
Turn your back on the green ribbon.
The town was brightly lit and full of laughter.
Fragile plants
Swing in the wind and sand
Bite one's teeth and endure pain
No moaning, only high-pitched singing.
Only the courage to take root in the sand sea to defend their homes.
You can't go backwards, you can only go forward.
Side by side, feet to feet.
Commitment and contribution.
For this beloved land
For the family behind us.
Interpreting true love with green
Interpret life with green
Color Classic Modern Poetry 4 "Listening to Green"
Put aside all pretenses.
Can I catch you with an imaginative pen?
Let life unfold again in your burning.
Quiet, through the mottled pool shadow, through the annual rings of the years.
The wind passes through July and the sun.
In this season's promise
I tried to copy your color a thousand times.
Bend down and let me touch you.
Let me see through your joys and sorrows at a glance
Emerald is about to drop, in your dream of spreading your wings and flying
I walked up the stairs.
Autumn nostalgia
Those ripe crops
Reminds me of autumn.
In the smoke of freedom and romance
The land nourishes the silent village.
This is an exciting season.
Birds are singing in the thick golden yellow.
There is also food waiting to be harvested.
And the expanding sunlight.
Look at autumn through gloomy clouds
Busy farm work disturbed August.
The simplest long ridge.
Cherish the joy and hope of farmers.
Cool streams can't wash away the colors of autumn.
The dim moonlight and homesickness tonight
Whose dream will you walk into?