In the summer, the modern poem 1 moved out of the summer territory.
Autumn wind pushes coolness into the village.
Push to the northwest of Shandong, a steaming field.
Tonight is country night,
The stars have just calmed down from the summer breath.
Whenever the autumn wind strikes, it is refreshing.
You will blink your dry eyes.
The chirping of autumn insects came,
Floating on the surface of a window, with light like water.
Tonight is a summer festival.
After midnight, the moon climbed onto the roof.
The light in the window dimmed.
At this time, a drop of dew just rolled down from the tip of the grass;
At this time, people who can't sleep are at the front of the room.
As it happens, the moon passes over the village.
Got a cross-eye ...
Autumn water is very cold.
A Tianhe, across Chinese Valentine's Day.
The river jingles day and night.
Like a spell from a star.
Regret for the Past is a story on the shore.
A thousand years' eyes express true feelings.
When the meeting was about to be held
A lonely tear is also a silent caress.
Goodwill trumps vanity tonight.
Tonight's wings fan to piety.
When two hands are tightly held together
The Tianhe you visually observed is wider than you think.
It's hard to sleep tonight
My heart is full of water.
Maybe you are already in tears.
Maybe you hold your lover tighter.
Tanabata is like sheltering one.
An old object for many years ...
Modern Poetry in Summer 2 Lights on the Window
This is the sunset in summer.
Not without regret.
But it hurts to think about it.
Unfinished words
Put it on your lips and it will dry.
The direction of escape is not far away.
The distance between heart and heart
Farther and farther away from you
Houniao's wings can still carry
How powerful is love?
On the horizon.
I'm still waiting for you to come back
I haven't seen you for a long time
After leaving
A telephone line leads us.
Not separated by time
Actually, love is very simple.
Just love can't keep up with the distance.
I forgot love.
I left for love.
Just to stop thinking about your face.
The light in the window
It's a spark reflected by tears.
Not without missing.
But there's no need to use classics.
The other side of happiness
There will always be someone waiting.
The flower of love blooms.