Beautiful modern poetry 1 "dew" describing the scenery
Dew,
Stay in the past forever.
Remember or forget,
It still doesn't come or go.
If you remember the distant past,
Suddenly enlightened,
That's it.
Beautiful modern landscape poem 2 "Morning and Night"
Seal your lips with maple red
Trade rations for hearts.
Change your heart in this life.
Abandon past experience
Let me reopen the memory of bleeding
Then in the land of public criticism
Pick up a poem with clear love and hate.
A fire
Burning three quarters of autumn.
The fruit is in the water.
There are only hawthorn trees left.
Deep and deep thoughts.
Beautiful modern poem 3 "Autumn reminds me of leaves" describes the scenery.
At first, Lu Yu left, the wind was cold and it was dark.
It looks a little brown and tender like the eyes of a star.
So stop, look ahead and savor its rhythm.
There is a pity in reverie.
I don't remember the day when you began to grow up.
Lead a lush green to escort the flowers.
Too deep and too thick responsibility is stored between veins.
When the fruit is ripe, it turns yellow.
Review the shelter for birds.
A small room where love songs continue.
Look at the chirping of flowers, bees and butterflies.
I can't bear a little heartache.
Now the autumn wind is bleak and the sky is yellow.
Give all your charm to flowers and fruits.
Give the birds a little spring, your infatuation
But sailing quietly when flying all over the sky.
To this end, in the songs of the four seasons.
I won't repeat your ups and downs.
Label you elegant and detached.
Under the eyes of the public, I walked out of the boundless in my mind.
The beautiful modern poem 4 "Crossing March" describes the scenery.
Look at Jiangnan
Waste half your life.
Pick up a red leaf?
Meet halfway and enjoy the scenery.
Because the bag is empty.
The coast is full of blood, for you.
Love without dust.
I hobbled along the rugged cape.
You are hanging high on a misty cliff.
I am not your sun.
I never walked into your eyes.
You missed the light in the distant sky.
Bloom one's life
I look up at your towering head
Walk through your jungle mountain stream with your heart
Often, love happens.
Often no one can predict the outcome.
A mountain is a mountain after all.
After all, the scenery changes with the seasons.
At this time, it is already snowy winter.
I have to walk alone with my backpack on my back.
Say goodbye to your sadness.
Write a word into a poem.
If the timing is wrong
It can flow to tomorrow.
I will open my heart again tonight.
At the next intersection
Pray for the scenery.
Still colorful.
Beautiful modern landscape poems. Appreciate my father's love for the scenery.
wind
I don't know when.
Wind, quietly pick up a knife.
In the corner of your forehead.
Deeply engraved, the mark of the years
One by one.
How I want to use my gentle hands.
Smooth one by one.
Let your smile be like the ears of grain.
Bend over
flower
I don't know when.
Flowers, shake down your handsome face.
Shao huafei.
In the sunset, I am a bright sunset.
Your soft light
Carve my colorful dreams
In the dark years, the setting sun is infinite.
Your glory yesterday.
Bloom on my smiling face like a flower.
Vomit, your fragrance.
snow
I don't know when.
Snowflakes can also become naughty.
Fall into your black hair and refuse to leave.
Jumping to occupy more and more of your territory.
How I want to use my warm hands.
Brush off the silver drops
Let your black hair spread out and smell like ink.
Just one drop, the poem becomes beautiful.
moon
I don't know when.
The moon, will your tall and straight body
Polished into a thin curved shape.
Loneliness, hanging on your heart quietly.
Think more and be a crutch in your hand.
Stand up straight, your once strong backbone
or
I'm going to spend another half month.
Synthesize a circle with you, the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival.
Let loneliness wander far away?