Modern Poetry: Praising June

Lead: Embrace the happiness in June and whisper the notes of dreams. The following is a selection of modern poems I have compiled for you: Praise for June for your reference.

The sky in June is like your eyes.

Clear without a trace of distractions

A night of hearty summer rain

Wash the gray sky into blue.

If the weather is like this,

Can't please my mood yet

Maybe I remembered something.

It's absolutely none of your business now.

The sun shines brightly in June.

The undulating waves of wheat in the fields.

Always reminds me of my happy childhood.

The little girl is collecting ears of wheat.

On an innocent oil painting

Depicting with golden vision

Since I can't understand your loneliness

Why do you want to stir up my sadness?

February and June will be the end of June, the whole June.

I didn't finish one thing.

Father is lying in bed.

It gets smaller every day.

The time left for him in the world

Not much.

How much do I have left?

I go to see him three times a day.

Look, five steps is nothing more than ten steps.

The window facing south is open every day.

Wooden plaid is his early work.

He woke up from a coma last night.

I suddenly confessed to my mother: when I left,

Take my carpenter's axe.

June is almost over, and the corn in the field is gone.

How tall is a person?

Empty mountains are full of cicadas.

Only newcomers appease those who are about to leave.

Only time has taken over human practice.

In March and June, the sun is like fire.

In June, cicadas know cicadas.

In June, get a pen and answer the test paper carefully.

In June, we will be separated.

Fairy tale castle

The fading June

Finger flick

Has disappeared in a dreamy and beautiful paradise.

In June, we packed our bags on our backs.

In June, we left our alma mater.

In June, we rushed to the distance.

Those mature smiling faces are a little naive.

Those little sober years.

at once

Has disappeared in the hazy memory of the morning light.

In June, I sailed alone.

June, inside and outside the threshold.

June, so quietly disappeared.

In June, friends in the street take care.

In June, it suddenly disappeared into the traffic of the future world.

Children's April and June

June

It was a memory that did not grow up.

Too much innocence

It's so funny.

Bright red scarf

How much beautiful youth

It's all engraved there

For a high school student,

June

There are too many expectations

Is to fly to heaven

Or go to hell.

After three years of long-term accumulation

June

It is the critical period of phoenix nirvana.

Have an ideal pursuit

Have expectations for love

For us today,

June

Like a dream.

In the dream we are chasing.

Wake up, let's move on.

We are not afraid of temporary setbacks.

Don't be intoxicated by the pride of love.

Just like this June, all the flowers are gone.

There are occasional thunderstorms in hot weather.

The past will pass.

The future belongs to us.

Endless power

Flowers in May and June in June.

Swing in the wind

Bathed in the sun

Reveal a faint fragrance

Look around the seasons.

Like a sweet smiling face.

This June wind

Gently, gently

With the change of seasons,

Pass by my heart, fade away the faint sadness.

It used to be light and windy.

Still flowing slowly in the nib of memory.

The feeling of June

Bees fly and butterflies dance.

The scenery along the way

Wandering all the way in colorful English.

Pick up a line of poetry

Singing in the long years

In July and June, my heart is raining.

Unexpectedly, weeds grow wildly.

Like a crazy long sadness

Wet as moss.

Lavender melancholy

Melancholy and loneliness

Everything is puzzling.

Unexplained raindrops on petals.

The heart is empty.

It's stuffed again.

Full of bitterness

For example, broken glass is everywhere.

Spiny and crystal clear

June

The sky is very low

Drop into the soil

Give birth to green, full of vitality

Projected from the heart

It's Tsing Yi swaying in the wind.

The sky was torn by lightning.

The earth is sighing.

Everything grows in rage.

Dig your own grave.

The fantasy of burying Joan?