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.