Ye Modern Poetry 1
When the first ray of sunshine in spring shone down
The branches gave their nutrients without reservation
Just for your new life
When the first drop of spring rain slides over the branches
The branches bear the baptism of spring
Just to match your touch of light green
When the summer wind comes with rain
The branches do not let go
Just to be with you
When the warm sunshine shines towards me You show a smile
You synthesize nutrients silently
Just so that the branches will have more nutrients for the winter
When the scorching sun in midsummer passes above your head
< p>You open the natural umbrellaJust to protect the branches from being burned by the poisonous sun
When the first gust of autumn wind blows by
You wear gorgeous clothes
Just to keep the branches from being depressed
When the first cold wind sweeps over
You have no support
Just Can disappear with the wind
When the first cold wind sweeps
The branches are no longer gorgeous
Return to depression
It’s you Ignored the tree
Or the tree abandoned you Ye Modern Poetry 2
Slender arms
As if they were not cut by the spring breeze
Dance to your heart's content< /p>
When the morning sun first shines, the light is bright
It reflects the whole autumn
Decorating every dream-like day
It’s a clear day< /p>
It rains all day long
Seasons are the most romantic designers
Don’t spend too much money
Keep everything simple
Colorful feather coats Transformed into
Colorful love without dialogue
Performed in turn
It
Puts freedom on the unrestrained heart
Movement is charming
Silence is charming
No need to shout loudly
When whispering in the middle of the night
Quietly break free from the care of the old tree The fence
The light and fluttering fairy posture
Heartbreakingly beautiful
The moment when the soul falls to the ground
Occasionally fell in Leaving the eyes of others
It is an earth-shattering love Ye Modern Poetry 3
The spring rain has washed away the dust of a lifetime,
Everything begins to recover.
Life begins from this moment.
The wind is full of tenderness,
It blows away the loneliness of the winter,
It melts,
The frozen countryside .
The leaves stretch gently in the dim morning light,
The clothes of spring dance with a beautiful melody.
The wind gently surrounds me,
The tender,
green skirt corners,
I can’t bear to leave.
Everything is bathed in the spring light,
Feeling the fragrance of love.
A lingering peach blossom rain,
Carrying a season of romantic dreams.
The wind is intoxicated in that warmth,
tightly surrounding it,
that pure green.
Start the prelude of love,
Sing softly,
Butterflies fly in pairs,
The chapter of love Get started.
Ye'er danced with all the supplies that would captivate the country and accompany her.
A beautiful thousand years,
Time flies,
Like flowing water.
Spring is gone,
Autumn is following with its warmth.
Drunk on the leaves,
Drunk on the wind,
Drunk on the tenderness of a lifetime.
Brilliant and burning love,
Complaining and embracing each other every day and night.
The sky of love is clear,
The blue sky is spread out,
Loading the happy moments,
The clouds leave countless Beautiful shadow.
The tenderness of the embrace is reflected in the water.
Love is intoxicating.
The fragrance of a season of flowers follows you into your dreams,
The sweetness of love fills the sky.
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Longing and loving each other.
Mature love,
Tears of a parting lover.
Even when a butterfly turns into a butterfly, love must accompany it.
The rain will dilute the traces of tears.
A tender feeling.
A passion.
A thousand years of reincarnation,
Youth travels through time,
The world of mist.
The rain is falling,
The leaves set sail and follow closely.
The broken bridge in the rain,
It is a thousand-year encounter.
Ye'er rides the wind and rain,
Starts the next cycle of love. Ye Modern Poetry 4
The tender yellow core buds,
blooming in the spring breeze,
The dream that hides the buds,
There is Flowers of hope.
It is the flowers that make the leaves mature,
Place your original intention in the deep green.
When I wake up from my dream,
I climb up the heavy rope,
I explore the frogs croaking all the way,
Listen to the song of the cuckoo ,
That circle of brown marks,
But is it the smoke ring exhaled by the years?
When the autumn wind comes.
The cicada pinches the veins of the leaves,
For the tasteless greenness,
desperately sings a lamentation song,
Wanting the fruit to come true I know
Ye’s journey has been difficult.
The smiling pomegranate,
continues the autumn thoughts.
When the wind comes carrying a broom,
The tree is full of fruit,
It drains the milk of the leaves,
The pieces were hanging down,
waving away reluctantly.
Use your last words to remind late students:
The harsh winter is coming.