Beautiful Modern Poetry in Summer 1 Summer Overture
My mood is as carefree as the wind, and I come to the seaside with the sea breeze;
Stroll along the coast and enjoy the infinite scenery, blue sky and blue sea.
Seagulls fly low in the sea, and the sea breeze gently blows my face;
My eyes looked at the sea from a distance, and a ship gradually drifted to the other side of the sea.
The waves and flowers are constantly turning, and the sound of the waves fills my ears;
How comfortable and relaxed I am, my heart is lying quietly on the sea.
This is really another beautiful summer, and the sun shines gently on this side of the beach;
Many people gathered on the beach, and couples were walking for a holiday.
Children swim in the water, practice in shallow beaches, and happy laughter splashes with the waves;
The rising waves rushed to the sea again, washing away the innocent smiles in the children's voices.
A beautiful girl in a colorful bathing suit is delicate and charming, just like a mandarin duck floating on the water;
Colorful spotted umbrellas are scattered on the shore, and I feel very relaxed here.
The sea breeze stroked my face like a small hand, and the golden sunshine made me see the light;
Colorful silk threads came into view, and colorful blurred scenes came into my eyes.
Golden flowers of different sizes appeared in front of our eyes, flashing Venus with different brilliance;
I seem to have walked into the picture of a dream, and I saw many colorful shells appear.
A rainbow arc hangs on the horizon, and the beautiful scene shows infinite excitement;
With the beautiful display, the heart will always float on the endless sea level.
Aesthetic Modern Poetry in Summer 2 "The Warmth of Summer"
It's unbearably hot
Rain squeezes the cloud's nose.
Force her to squeeze out
Thunder and lightning complain bitterly.
Taste the soil brought by the wind.
When they are all exhausted
He raised a rainbow to show his sincerity in stopping the war.
Water drops on leaves, in a timid way.
Drop by drop, falling slowly
The frog peeped under the lotus leaf, trying to make a sound or two.
Sparrows on the eaves
Sit still and jump around.
Wind, rain, clouds, lying in the corner, no longer breathing.
Cicada first discovered the secret.
Scrambling, screaming, singing.
Everything is back to excitement.
The ant colony began to organize its own village.
Trees are shaking and raindrops are printed on bamboo hats.
Only the peaks remain elegant all the time.
I don't know.
Is it a battle-hardened calm?
This season, there is no inertia.
Beautiful modern poetry in summer 3 "Pinellia blossoms"
Actually, I can catch it.
More sunshine
Soak in blue water
Fill, the distance between islands
Like two wandering hearts
They need tenderness.
They still need to keep their distance.
The pomegranate flower finally bloomed.
in May
Wheat will also succeed.
It has nothing to do with love
Only time
about summer
I can remember more.
Like the first time I met you.
For example, I often forget myself.
Beautiful modern poetry is in Summer 4 "That Summer"
Summer with cicadas
I really want to see you.
With the prosperity of youth
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In such a splendid summer.
I just want to see your figure.
Even if it's just a quick glance.
Summer with long grass
I really want to see you.
With a lifetime of happiness
Full of deep sadness
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On such a bright summer day.
I just want to see your figure.
Even if it's just a smile.
high summer
I really want to see you.
With a lifetime of happiness
Have a happy party.
leave sth out of account
In such a vibrant summer.
I just want to see your figure.
Even if it's just a look down.
Aesthetics of Summer Modern Poetry 5 "Summer in Memory"
This summer is a mess.
Messy as building blocks scattered on the ground by several children.
Even often feel scared.
Like a village after a hurricane.
It's messy and devastated.
The scorching sun at noon is dazzling and sinister.
Even cicadas hide and don't bark.
This summer is too long.
The rain is heavy and urgent.
It seems to have been suppressed in my heart for a long time
Once it breaks out, it will be out of control.
This summer is too heavy.
Heavy to the clouds and rain, rivers into the ground.
Just drunk, just sleepy.
It's good to keep it like this.
Drinking alone in the yard has become a nostalgia.
Being awake this summer has become a punishment.
This is the last scenery in summer.
Summer turns dreams into fruits.
Unfortunately, paralysis has replaced drugs.
There are scars everywhere.
This summer is so desolate.
This is the last fast food in summer.
Hello, Rose, speechless.
While greedily chewing the long-lost memory.
While swallowing the ambiguous sour soup bitterly.
This summer, this summer.
I'm so sad and wronged
Is there still summer?
Is there such a summer?
Ask heaven
The sky is silent.
Aestheticism in Modern Poetry in Summer 6 "Embrace in Summer"
throughout the year
spring,summer,autumn and winter
Seasonal variation
Experience the difference of scenery.
Warm hot air is blowing in your face.
Continuous high temperature is inevitable.
Can only bear it silently.
Go find a cool place.
To escape the hot summer days.
Go to the seaside
A cool sea breeze is blowing
The wind is wet.
Go to the famous mountains and rivers
Look down the swift waterfall.
The momentum of nature is shocking.
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Stroll in the stream
Water overflows under your feet.
The coolness spread throughout the body.
Go to a scenic spot
Choose a spring pool.
Stop quietly and wait and see.
Clear and cool spring water
It's steaming hot.
Instantaneous heat reduction
Collect some landscape pictures
Bend down
Taste its artistic conception
Experience the feeling of calm and natural coolness.
Choose a method
Temporary detachment
High temperature in hot summer
in essence
Looking for scenery
Beautiful Modern Poetry in Summer 7 "Hot Summer"
This summer is a season of growth and sadness.
Every phone call is about love.
Every greeting is always associated with missing.
A heart longing for freedom
One idea after another is brewing.
Weave one dream after another.
I really want to plant some memories in my life
Bury a hope and an expectation for the desolate heart.
Imagine the harvest.
I always get carried away in my dreams.
Maybe this city will leave something behind.
Maybe the tears of regret came quietly.
I learned to walk in the city this summer.
I don't know if I'm looking for anything.
White clouds slowly drifted away overhead.
The blue sky is still so high that it gives me room to daydream.
The city is getting busier every day.
I'll be wandering soon.
Cicada calls the rhythm of the season.
I don't want to settle down and indulge in monotonous singing.
I want to explore the secrets of summer.
Although I can't catch it, I can't catch it.
But my body is full of hot blood.
I want to burn, catch the wind and light a prairie fire this summer.