Summer is a beautiful season. How do poets express themselves in their poems? Please enjoy what I brought.
Complete modern poems describi
Summer is a beautiful season. How do poets express themselves in their poems? Please enjoy what I brought.
Complete modern poems describing summer: the summer of filariasis
Filariasis in July
The city was destroyed by the heat wave.
A corner of sultry streets and alleys
A girl in a blue skirt.
seek
A touch of green
In the suburbs.
On the burning leaves.
A shepherd boy
Driving a flock of sheep like white clouds
Can't run far
A cool river
Taste summer
Walk through a series of ridges
Over a series of mountains
A winding path leads us.
Unconsciously entered the summer.
I sent her a rose.
Leave a lingering fragrance on your hands.
She smiled and handed me a peach.
It's sweet to take a bite
Harvester March echoed around the beam.
Shy wheat hid in the room.
Sorghum and corn are full of strength.
Keep hanging
The sunshine takes off the spring clothes for us.
Put on a skirt as thin as a cicada's wing
An understanding white towel.
Gently wipe the sweat for us
Sow a corn in spring,
With deep roots and lush foliage, it is full of vitality.
The farmers are weeding at noon.
Sweat moistens selfless dedication.
Happy rivers are singing and dancing.
Keep winking at us.
* * * Hugs and kisses.
Let us be comfortable all over.
: this summer
This summer, it was rainy.
I put all my feelings in the sun.
Looking at the sun, I always miss this sunny moment.
It will last for a long time
Your outstretched hand can't touch my back.
The sun shines in from the side.
Cicada began to sing endlessly.
The river overflows and many small fish
Follow your dreams and swim out of my door.
Youth began to roar, and I hid in the darkness.
Waiting time opens the cracks in history like a sawtooth.
Those rusty stories gradually surfaced.
Dragonflies had stood on it before the wind blew.
I am waiting for you. Are you waiting for me?
: that summer
Want to forget your smile
I tried to find myself before that summer.
At that time, there was no sorrow without you.
People who have not been hurt by love.
Before that summer, I had a good laugh.
Although it's a little less sweet
That summer, I met you
Tender and inseparable love.
Blue sky and white clouds surround you and me.
I hold you and smile so sweetly.
I didn't expect us to be so dependent.
But I forgot, thinking that it was not a permanent mark.
The summer sun has set, why does love leave?
The night gradually drowned my figure.
I looked at the blue sky and white clouds without light.
An uncontrollable laugh.
but
There is no sweetness in the smile.
Only tears filled my eyes.
Want to forget and love that summer.
Forget gentle you.
Just like the sudden heavy rain in summer.
Wet my love.
Cold my heart.
The corners of the mouth slowly revealed a bitter smile.
Thank you for the love I had that summer.
: that summer
That summer was changed tonight.
At the moment of falling down.
Silent posture side by side with you
A gust of wind curled up in the breath.
A silkworm finger with mulberry leaves stacked on it.
Rub the black waterfall you fly down.
Omit the gold foil marking
A bird stopped.
So flat
very happy
Hallucinations are washed by cold water
Spasms are indescribable.
It was freezing tonight that summer.
The consoling soul has an exact shape.
From hair tip to toe
From left hand to right hand
From chest to back
Slip away from Plato's spirit
Get rid of Freudianism
A silk thread maintains a long-lasting love.
Hope oozes from one end.
A head oozes despair.
Intuition is disturbed by light.
Disorder is constantly improving.
I slept soundly tonight that summer.
The scenery outside the window is similar.
Clock solo nostalgic tune.
The soul stood at the door
Accept me when I sleep.
Injured posture.
An invisible code word
The expectation of holding hands with your left hand.
Light gray eyes didn't turn.
Firefly insomnia
Why are you looking at my palm?
The spinning leaves shattered the idea.
That summer was too hot.
I slept soundly tonight.
It's summer.
Put away your naivety and judgment.
Under the blue sky
A stinging sun
I can say.
It's summer now.
It's cold again at night.
Liangshan zailiang
And the burning thoughts in my heart
I have put out my hesitation.
Spring is just an imagination.
When I looked up from the cold,
I know
It was summer.
Because summer has the color of summer.
There is a summer moon in summer.
And the thunder in summer
This is a resounding wish.