A modern poem describing seasonal summer 1. Raindrops in summer are linked together like a big net and hung in front of my eyes.
The breeze blew, and the rain curtain tilted, like a line running towards vegetation and walls.
When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops.
Rain falls from the sky like thousands of silver lines, and rows of drained water drops fall from the eaves like a beautiful bead curtain.
It's drizzling outside the window, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a small dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
The rain beads rolled down the grass stem, one drop fell into the soil, and the other drop fell into the grass mouth, and it could not be found.
Raindrops fell on my head and body, and I stood on my back with my eyes closed and my mouth open. Suddenly I feel as if I have grown up a lot under the drizzle.
Thunder sounded and the heavy rain kept falling like a broken bead.
It rained cats and dogs, and the rain under the eaves gathered in the street to form a stream.
The heavy rain fell from the sky, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.
Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, wind and rain unite to chase dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.
Rain, like thousands of silver wires, floated down from the sky.
The drizzle is falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers. Thousands of filaments, rippling in mid-air, are fascinated by long veils, covering black fields.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky and it rained cats and dogs in an instant.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas.
The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring time and space.
Modern poems describing seasons and summer II. The summer wind gets up early in the morning and waits for you to sleep in at night to wait for you. You are the dream girl I am waiting for. You always fall to the ground in your dreams or when you wake up in the morning, as if waiting for life is an instant. Meet.
Your touch slowly swept my whole body, making me infatuated with your coolness, slowly nourishing my skin and intoxicating me. All my passions are eager to turn into ice in your kiss. Without you, my anxious heart will be difficult to calm down.
You can hear the sound of weeds growing wildly, and you can hear insects singing in the wall. All the reality about nature was driven away by the sound of evolution, leaving only the moonlight to chuckle.
Modern poems describing seasonal summer III. The fog in the lost summer summer can't find the detention area, so it is the easiest place to attack it.
The early morning sun is hairy, and its desire is bright and expands into a dazzling barrier, reflecting into restless white light.
The temptation of summer is like the petals of a corn poppy, like the texture of silk. If you don't take care of it and maintain it improperly, there will only be a few beautiful flowering periods, and I am afraid that people don't want to avoid it.
People in high spirits are hiding in alleys where moonlight can't enter.
Standing at the entrance of summer
It was a wind that swept across the water.
On the green lake
There is always a graceful figure.
There is always a clear rhyme and a faint fragrance that comes with the wind.
When the boat passes, the lotus moves.
Open those ancient and modern classics.
I savored it carefully and quietly.
Pay attention to the shyness swaying in the wind.
That pure white powder has a light blush.
Like the sky after rain, rainbow
Appear. And the sound of frogs.
And the glittering and translucent rocks on those broad leaves.
In summer, there is always a unique scenery.
There is always a feeling of infinite attachment!