Modern Poetry in Midsummer

Midsummer Modern Poetry 1 Corridor, Floor and Air

Damp heat flooding

Those cracks that moisture has drilled through.

We don't know if there is a plan.

A real summer rain

Domineering attack at dawn

Xia is definitely a skillful craftsman.

She can simulate all kinds of sounds in nature.

Play a wonderful symphony

You don't have to care about the muffled thunder far and near.

Her lightning wand

Will be in the rainstorm

Design a mine

Plants stretch and multiply into green.

Give Xia a gift in return.

Qu Yu Jing ting

The world woke up in a few birdsongs.

Except that the stone has lost a circle

Everything accelerated its growth.

Midsummer Modern Poetry II. The sleeves danced with the owner three feet away.

Just like the ancients begged for rain.

Some people sow as they do today.

Chalk dust is peeling off the wall under the podium.

Scattered on the table.

Fortunately, someone got dust on the paper.

Have character. Hold your breath.

Someone took a sip of tea.

Someone has a lot of ideas.

High curtains

hasty

Will lean over.

The light outside the door

Shine on persistent eyes

Body inside, head and shadow outside.

As gentle as a breeze, as soft as a drizzle-in a gentle and gentle way.

Only one season knows.

The rest is also a summer rain.

Midsummer Modern Poetry 3 Midsummer, Near

Flowers bloom and fall.

I think I just want to write something.

Write something casually

Like withered roots in the corner

Sprouting in spring.

I think it just wants to sprout.

Just like me

Irrelevant lotus

There is no' girl' picking lotus.

I thought the same thing.

It has nothing to do with those years

This has nothing to do with that frivolous ideal.

And that regretful love

It's just that the night is too quiet.

People are still awake.

I think it's time for bed.

Deep sleep.

Even dreams should be

Sleep quietly

I think that's it.

I just need to sleep.