Xiaohe modern poetry

Modern Poetry of Xiaohe 1 If you make a stone,

In clear water

I am infinitely happy.

Listen to water and sing songs every day.

Sing until the break.

Chengjingqing crystal

Look at the elasticity of water and draw it.

Paint with delicate leather paper

Enthusiastic branches entwine.

Blue leaves pour clear light.

Blue sky is like a dream.

Clean clouds are as clear as snow.

But I see sand falling every night.

Grind velvet into beads.

Spontaneously accompanied by a wonderful rhythm.

Beads on Chang 'e's wrist

Whether the jade color of each grain is in the middle.

There are so many colorful fantasies.

Every grain of sand must also be cherished.

But now be yourself.

I choose happiness as a river.

Through the wild forest

Green as an emerald.

Touch the moss stone and break the pearl.

Bring a cool breeze dream.

Love goes deep and pure.

Pull a small boat.

With two people.

Simple clothes can control the ship without binding.

Discover the secrets of distant peaks and flowing smoke

A dead-end village

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Happiness is a small river.

Never stop flowing.

Modern Poetry of Rivers II. The river in my hometown.

It was a serenade that Kubinashi stopped humming.

On a night without electric lights

Brush, brush, and sing till dawn.

The river in my hometown.

This is a very long ink painting.

Pocoyo

Crawl on a wide stone bridge

Watch mom get dressed.

Look at the water drops like blooming flowers.

The river in my hometown.

This is a cool playground that can be played again and again.

The newly raised dam in front of the stone mill

A group of smooth childishness

I can't wait to start a water war, tie a dive and float a splash.

The river in my hometown.

Is a close partner on the way to school.

Wave to me in the morning.

Sing at night and send me home.

In this way, cold comes and summer goes.

I walked out of the river.

I also walked out of the home where I was born and raised.

at present

There are many tall buildings and dense population in my hometown.

This river has also been flooded by domestic sewage, and none of it is clean.

I'll never see you again.

I will never hear your cheerful voice again.

The river was quietly separated in this way.

Constantly dilute my heavy memory.

But every time in the dead of night

I will remember this river bit by bit again.

Remember my mother's smile and recite my birth name.

Call me back again and again