Chapter one: Modern poems about midsummer suffocation and fish pouncing on the sun.
The exhaust gas from cars smoked and baked the concrete floor.
The melon seller was dismayed to see that,
There is some rain on the bridge.
Cicada's vocal cords are covered with folds,
Like an old woman's whistle,
Earthworms are drilling hard.
Meng Jiangnv wept in the tears of the Great Wall.
Who will understand the fate of air conditioners and refrigerators?
The sound of them sweating during their nap.
There seems to be a smell of fireworks in this room
I guess Prometheus' motives.
Guzheng lies in the corner.
Played Guo's death song,
As green as first love.
Jingba dogs meander in the hall.
Ridiculously barefoot in a miniskirt.
Spider webs protect the privacy of cornices,
Claustrophobia, silence of internal organs,
I can't believe you heard mosquitoes bite mahjong.
Diligence. Housewives and grapes
Speaking of winemaking,
And asked the camel team in the distance to bring back the luminous cup.
The unknown wind blew the sunset for a long time,
I seem to be infinitely magnified by loneliness in tragedy.
Put on your long-lost glasses,
Not pretending to be polite,
I saw ice cream licking my daughter's tongue.
I just know that I am still lucky to live in time.
Chapter two: modern poems about midsummer, midsummer sunshine,
As sharp as fire,
You are not stingy with the heat wave,
Even if you are fully armed,
It is unbearable that the earth is baked.
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On a midsummer night,
The sun left shyly,
The breeze soothed the wounds caused by the commotion,
People can't wait,
Go out to enjoy the cool and flock to the leisure square.
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The dance music is melodious,
Dance floor fever,
The noise of national fitness is hard to stop.
Moonlight and neon set each other off,
Fire-like passion burns freely.
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Summer nights in the country,
The style is beautiful,
Frogs sing, cicadas sing symphonies,
Rhythm and passion,
Looking up at the sky, it is quiet, romantic and serene.
That's great.
Chapter 3: Modern Poems about Midsummer The bus carriages are very crowded.
Handrails are hot, too.
The air is filled with all kinds of smells.
Between the earth and the moon
Like a big steamer.
The wind lingers between the streets.
A dog is standing in an alley.
Drink plenty of water in low-lying areas.
The sky is like blue satin.
There is not a cloud.
That dark blue
It seems to have swallowed your eyes.
Sophora japonica by the sidewalk
Convergent branches and leaves
Put your hands down and stand still.
cleaner
Wearing thick work clothes
Wearing a hat and mask
His forehead was sweating.
walking down the street