Modern water poems

Mountain is a journey, water is a journey, and writing poetry is another journey. The following is a modern poem about water. Welcome to reading.

Rainwater circulation

The rain is on the blue dome.

Aggregation rotation

Finally, one drop after another.

Such as curtains, silk and flowers.

Petals hang down.

Fly in the wind

Break up the rain and fly away.

But I can't resist his progress at all.

Rain is naughty like a stubborn child.

Play here for a while.

And then wander there

Extended wetland

A clump of fresh grass spread out.

There are waves in the lake.

He struggled in the lake.

Turn into thin water vapor

Dancing towards the boundless clouds

As light as smoke.

The gesture of swaying green willows

Skew and twist

Soaked the blue sky

Condense into white clouds

He doesn't know where he comes from.

I don't know where to go.

But it left water stains in the air.

Be kind to a flower, a grass, a tree, a grain of sand and a stone

Fall into the wheel of reincarnation

Never stop using it.

Grind out colorful rainbows

Incomplete water flow

A little confused

How quiet

Whose clogs got wet by accident?

Keep all the storms in your heart.

The past sinks again and again.

Not covered by sighing moss

The most helpless life also has its secret yearning.

He Ran All the Way

No matter how big the gap is, don't be discouraged.

Listen to the water dripping from the mountain like a piano.

Watching the returning birds skim the water.

Let out a cry softly.

Mottled night lights flow to your own details.

Qian Fan floats by.

Shore Brown is still brown.

The heart of water is not complete.

Nvershui

Who can compare with Cao Xueqin?

I know my daughter is made of water.

Wu Cheng'en said there was a girl country.

All daughters come from a mouthful of clear water.

That's my daughter's country.

A daughter made of water is not made of skin for nothing.

Good skin, the temptation of eternal life spreads.

Demons can't help drooling.

The beautiful king couldn't help it. What?

Didn't you look back when you went west?

Water is rippling in those big eyes.

Clear and pure tap water runs dry.

rain

Where did you inject it,

Where is the form of your life!

-inscription

A rain in Heilongjiang

Overflow my tearless eyes.

In July when you are lingering.

No one can accept your kindness.

Why are you in the devil's business?

South in love

An unsatisfied fish died in the street.

Even a frog sitting in a well looking at the sky.

Questioning you, too

The authority that nourishes everything.

And gentle, flexible and noble.

Looking back to the north

Facing the displaced homes

I just want to dry your tears of regret and remorse.

Because you don't know.

Your feelings will make a stomach seriously stagnant.

What kind of injection?

The prisoner was trapped in a dark circle.

About water

I walked to the edge of water countless times.

I stopped.

Because I know there is water there.

It should also be the place where water lives.

The water overflowed my knees.

I can't help laughing.

Because the stone under my feet

Tickle her.

The laughter of the water flowed away.

The new water splashed with laughter again.

Don't complain about fish buried in water.

Because she uses water as a quilt.

The wind injury outside has nothing to do with her.

Because fish's dream is to have water all over the world.

Aquatic plants and parts of water

With the help of the horizontal lifting of water.

However, everything on the water is above him.

He tried to delete it.

Because he is close to the water.

The shadow in my water

I spilled water on me.

Ha ha! I have my sky.

There is no water.

Hard eyes of river pebbles

Keep a close eye on the sky

Because he left a dictionary in the sky.

Love in the water

The water fell into the grave before it was poured out.

The flame of reincarnation kisses the mantle.

From then on, I said joys and sorrows, regardless of people.

Without entering Buddhism, flying flowers roam the world of mortals.

Fog reduces agarwood,

Locked and scraped raindrops are lonely and empty pillows.

Xiuwu kissed Tianjiao and hid in a pure land.

Who is there to carry forward love,

Who will be lonely there?

When the lotus takes off its bathrobe in the stagnant water

Eyes are no longer bright, and frost is no longer flying.

When the reed wind meets the crying pond.

I looked down and painted your hidden gentle picture.

Water goes against the current, and fish is descaled.

I'm three feet away from you. Look back.

Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.

I am a clear water.

I am a clear water.

Wandering in your mind.

Moisten your thirsty heart

Dancing with the innocence of spring water

I am a surging river.

Gently, pick up a fallen leaf

Send it to the windless shore.

I am a nocturne.

Whenever night falls,

Play a perfect piece of music

To commemorate the life I love.

Clear water without dependence

The moonlight shines on you.

You are a knife.

Carve a thin moonlight

Carve a thin shadow

The shadow is as thin as a book.

Follow the footprints.

Cut off the fingerprints of the earth

How many busy people, non-stop

Cut through the cold ice.

Silence is a bonfire for some people in the world.

Burn, take water from the fire

Ice is a hidden worry that everyone has never revealed.

The spring water flows out from the overflow mouth held in both hands.

Humid night air

Colorless, tasteless and intangible, there is nothing to describe.

Dreams are just clear water in the clouds.

A distant river

Changhe River.

It's like a jade belt winding around a small town.

Flow downstream

Fertile land on both sides of the Taiwan Strait

This is a place where farmers work hard.

A large paddy field

Green luster

Yishanshan sugar orange

Bright and charming

Changhe River.

Raise both sides

Hard-working and simple people

The town is like a star.

Bright pearls

Clear and transparent

Set in a jade belt

Circular economy demonstration zone

Shazijiang community

Teachers' new village construction

Nervous and orderly

Shows the vitality of the small town economy.

The reputation of China Silver Capital

And for this town.

Put on gorgeous clothes

Changhe River.

Inject into the town

newcomer

Town night

More charming.

Twinkling stars in the sky

Colorful neon lights on the ground

Plus the reflection in the water

Multicolored light shadow

Like a colorful picture.

Watercolor painting

People who have been busy all day.

In twos and threes,

Or get together in a bar

Talking about the past and the present

Or take a walk by the river.

Bathed in the fresh breeze

Without the hustle and bustle of the metropolis.

But it has a unique town.

Quiet and serene

Changhe River.

Add congestion to the town.

A little quiet.

running water

I vaguely remember grandma's stream,

That was my favorite photo when I was a child!

And the flowing water there is so crisp and isolated.

Every time I'm in a bad mood,

I'll go to the river and talk to her.

Listen, running water is so happy,

Carefree. however

I may not really feel the running water.

The sound of running water,

The voice echoed in my heart.

It's like being in it,

Maybe it was a portrayal of the time.

Returned seawater

When I walked to the shore,

The sea will recede.

This unexplained phenomenon.

Coincident time

The tide is like a cow ruminating on food.

Go back to my stomach.

Just about to get angry, the flame has burned to the end.

Take the charcoal in your heart.

The waves in the distance are coming slowly.

Sometimes, I doubt a false power.

Like a fairy pusher.

Disappear in an avalanche

When you want to mention

With a few pounds of sediment in his hand, he lacks strength.

I think I have the power of Erlang God.

If you lose it, you disappear.

Just a few stones.

Stand there strong.

I know, it's hard, not plastic surgery.

Tell me what standing is.

I face the sky.

I always want to change back to my true colors.

Unlike the sea, it doesn't need a back.

But it often hangs in the sky.

Like men's ambitions, retreat to attack.

A cigarette will come back.

Think about yourself, have the illusion of ups and downs.

Is it a man?

water

The moonlight is fixed all night.

Condense into light

Your clear singing voice

If it's an oar.

Rippling thoughts

An overturned wine glass

All that's left is gibberish and mumbling.

Who holds the tears?

Become water

Be buried under water