Modern poetry with classical colors

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with those catchy poems. The poetic language is concise and meaningful, with the characteristics of conciseness and jumping. So what kinds of poems are there? The following are my color classic modern poems, for reference only, welcome to read.

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?