Rain Modern Poetry 1 Another autumn rain.
It rains like this.
Silent Cry
Broke the tranquility of this thousand-year-old city.
A seemingly happy face is actually unhappy.
If you are as weak as Daiyu.
I can't see my fingers.
The lost urchin came home from school.
Can you still see it?
A fuzzy smiling face wet with heavy rain.
A pale face of pain
The forgotten corner is still worth remembering.
Look at the beautiful flowers outside the window.
Affectionate rain, how can you bear to fall?
Tell the truth of prayer
Please have mercy and let her go.
Idle people with nothing to fish for.
Why don't you care about me when you wear hemp fiber?
Give a boo
I'm afraid I'll distract you.
Look at the watch on your wrist.
Why hasn't the person I knew at that time arrived yet?
What should I do?
Makes Iraqis so uneasy.
The floor covered with fine dust is brand new.
You are the first to bear the brunt.
Adjust the pointer of time.
Sit on the tower and wait for the news of your victory.
Meet you in the wind and rain
The flowers next to them are so petal-shaped and bare.
Dark clouds blocked the sunset.
Please don't be late for the next stop.
Rain Modern Poetry 2 Destiny is the first cloud in the lonely sky.
After many vicissitudes.
Gather into a trickle of rain.
a fine drizzle
Moisten the memory a little
I forgot to bring my rain gear in case I get wet.
rains cats and dogs
It is the catharsis of lightning love.
With the roar of tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu.
Dayu line
Being pushed and wronged, he jumped down.
Crystal growing like a root, clear and transparent.
A rain heralds a new beginning in the past.
All cowardice is forced under the eaves.
Flying diarrhea overthrows your resentment.
Open the umbrella of my soul
Keep a low profile and let it wash.
Open all my memories of happiness and pain.
The wind says rain is a tear in the sky.
Hit the ball with a soft streamline.
Hit the end of the glass and find the destination.
Looking for a wet heart in the cracks
Suddenly want to evaporate from memory.
So I opened my heart and looked forward to the sunrise.
The rain was interrupted by frogs.
The stream kissed its toes.
Lick it carefully, and it won't leak.
I like the smell of soil after rain.
Petals fly down, arousing the drunkenness of the roots.
Rain gives the world a cool freehand brushwork.
Rain Modern Poetry was surrounded by rain on June 3rd.
The intermittent rain always keeps falling.
I can't stop.
Clear your mind
Let it rain.
There is a hint of coolness in the humid air.
One day in June
A naturally sentimental rainy season.
Rain is a tear in the sky.
How many beautiful heart sounds are wet with tears in June?
Wanwen has an irresistible force.
Raindrops on the heart river.
But cover up the haze
Rain in June is a student's dream.
This seems to be a brand-new beginning.
The beads of rain rippled.
Birds in the air
How beautiful it is to fly against the rain.
I smell a faint fragrance among the grass.
I smell the faint freshness in the soil.
Petals fly down, arousing the drunkenness of the roots.
In the hazy and continuous rain
Countless pairs of eager eyes
Gather into a beautiful landscape of the city.
Rain in June.
Has extraordinary significance.
In a familiar city
The fall of rain
It is a kind of freehand brushwork that is not lonely.
Rain Modern Poetry 4: I like to stand by and listen to the rain.
On a quiet night, the sound of ticking
Like cheerful notes.
Jump in my heart
The rain is ticking, and the silent night.
A diffuse breath
It always reminds me of yellowed memories.
Surging in front of my eyes
The past has passed, and it will never disappear.
My thoughts and hopes.
The sky is vast, where to find it?
My lost dream
The rain is ticking, on a quiet night.
Beating in my ear. be
A naughty song
It haunts my dreams.
Is it you or the story of time?
Rain Modern Poetry 5 has a kind of meeting, which is the first time, but it is like reunion after a long separation.
There is an encounter that amazes the time and warms the years.
Jiangnan in April is misty and rainy.
Dropping raindrops
Like an Iraqi whisper.
I haven't left yet
One wet slate after another.
Beads of rain fell from the sky.
Through the gray eaves, stay in the antique wooden lattice window room.
Gradually blurred
Outside the corner, some Spring Swallows are dancing and wandering.
Jump over your eyes from time to time
Occasionally, vendors passing by whisper to each other.
Then blend in with the crowd and disappear.
I am waiting for a corner of tang style Song Yu in this winding alley.
A messy heartstring, waiting for you to set it right.
Never believe in love at first sight.
I only want to believe that my previous life was doomed.
There you are at last.
Fortunately, I didn't give up.
As beautiful as I thought.
If your hands are soft, your skin is fat and your face is smooth.
All the beautiful years are dancing in your brow.
Bow one's head/head/head
Smell the scent of your hair tips.
Incense makes people drunk.
At that moment, it was like standing at a time node.
Back to the era of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
The same quaint town
The same Tsing Yi Lane
Similarly, the water flowing from the flowers
And you, young and elegant, have beautiful eyes.
Time is flowing and time is changing.
The only thing you can't forget is the lotus rhyme that belongs to you.
Since passing by, the calm heart lake has been maintained all year round.
It's as if you still entered a big stone, and you can't reach it without waves.
Endless ripples are all your drops.
Sometimes people have a strange familiarity.
What just happened and the people I just met have a feeling of deja vu.
That's because, in previous lives, it was so profound.
Time is too long and too short.
Perhaps, in the river of reincarnation.
Accidentally, I lost each other.
And the mark on the soul will keep flashing when we meet again.
It was a look back after forgetting the other side of Sichuan.
The sky is blue, it is raining, and I am waiting for you.
Text/rhetoric
Give it to my dear Jing Jun.
Your hair is waist-length.
I am willing to marry you.
Holding your hand
Help the old and take care of the young.
(of husband and wife) live together till old age
Hand to Bai Yue.
Rain Modern Poetry 6 Snowflakes have been swaying for a long time.
I am an old child.
I can draw the curtains halfway,
There are some small cracks in the side window,
Show a cane chair,
Subtle, detached, all good.
When I think of an imperfect scene, it snows,
Half of them are rooted in dead soil.
At this time, the snow was scattered all over the floor. Pale and steady.
I said it was not perfect,
Because snow is as thin as a wisp.
I am an old child,
Although I haven't seen herringbone geese yet,
But I also want to fly into the snow-resistant bird where I live.
When the long-lost snow drifts into eternity in the mirror.
I am a young old man.
When I chased it,
White clouds run in front of me,
Geese and I met by accident,
Leave a message in my ear when I sleep.
I had no dreams for a night, but because of an old acquaintance, I hovered in the air for a while and reached the corner of the world.
I had a dream, but I didn't realize it was a dream at all.
As if just a moment ago.
I still cover the falling snow with fragrant grass. But I can't touch it.
I still dye it in the feathers left by migratory birds. I am willing to weave a pair of wings for myself and be a bird that knows how to choose time to fly. But I can't pick it up.
I observe, observe.
Look at my hand and touch my head. It can be very real, and some things I want to leave have not slipped away.
I am a young old man.
I will leave snowflakes on my temples and skip many steps. Back to my original dream.
Sometimes, I feel so small looking at Cang Ma.
Sometimes, I think I beat it. I'm so old.
Rain Modern Poetry 7 I like listening to the rain.
Listen to the gentle sound of drizzle moistening wheat seedlings when willow sprouts in early spring.
It is a poetic brocade painting.
I like listening to the rain.
Listen to cicadas singing wild rain in hot summer.
This is a passionate symphony of destiny.
I like listening to the rain.
Listening to the sound of rain ticking on the eaves when yellow leaves fall in late autumn.
It's a Zen poem.
I like listening to the rain.
If it rains in snowy winter
This must be a hymn of life.
I like listening to the rain.
I read my whole life in the rain.
I realized the true meaning of life.
Rain Modern Poetry 8 A Landscape Picture
Vertical and horizontal eyes
Hazy is a mountain
A gurgling stream
Yuzhu jumped off the jade plate.
Rolling and tumbling
The scenery is picturesque and hooked.
It's exciting.
Soul around dreams
Soul around dreams
Because this is my home.
The most beautiful rendering
Overlapping appearance
The ups and downs of thought
Soaked by the flying wind curtain
Pour on the long acacia river.
Be crazy.
Hate the current year
Birds are like arrows.
See you in the distance
Trees are like boats.
Open summer to autumn.
Dragonfly water is interesting.
Naughty surfaced.
Lotus pond frog dance cuipan
Frogs.
Start the fish swimming in the water.
Decorate this great river and mountain with affection
Collect this beautiful home with deep homesickness.
Rain Modern Poetry 9 Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Rain Modern Poetry 10 Rain in June
Rain in June.
Like human tears.
Wet flowers
It's just a flower.
with buds to bloom
I am running and wandering.
In the rain, in the fragrance of flowers
In wet longing
Rain in June.
It's my shallow singing
Silent cicada
Warm rain sounds like singing.
Drunk dream
Qinbeidaihe
Northland scenery,
The waves are a little,
seas change into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into seas—time brings drastic changes to the world
Look at the rising sun in Ran Ran,
Water antenna;
On the beach,
Unity of mind
Playing on the beach,
Challenge yourself,
Longing for adventure, empathy.
After the trial,
Think about the limits of life,
Be frightened.
Faith is so important,
Let countless dreams compete for success.
If you want to be young,
I don't know the height of the sky,
Youth,
I don't know the thickness of the ground,
As an adult facing the society,
Waste of opportunity.
Everything is lost,
Feel life,
You must ask for something.
It's early summer in June again.
The audio was cut off,
My heart still stays in the past.
In this early summer of June,
Miss soaked the grass,
Dotted with the shadow of the heart.
Only to find that—
Your beautiful image has taken root in my heart. ...
That early summer, you walked into-
I'm claustrophobic.
With a hint of sadness,
Haggard my face of the four seasons!
The helplessness of wanting to love but not loving,
Thin attachment of two hearts.
You disappeared helplessly,
Casting my endless attachment in this life!
Dare not touch the pain point of love,
Just make the tears blur-
Your smiling face is getting weaker and weaker.
Unmentioned pain and missing.
It blooms again in early June and summer. ...
The same season, the same love,
I've been through wind and frost-
The fashion of the past is long gone. ...
Rain Modern Poetry 1 1 A Rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Waiting for a snow to sue God.
I
This river
A mountain road without water.
not yet
Become afternoon tea on the shore
spring
Has become an unpredictable dilemma.
I
This river
You can't get out.
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Can't wait for a snow to tell God.
Rain Modern Poetry 12 The long and short days are blown by the wind, and the unhurried life is wet by the rain.
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The wind blows and the rain blows. You remember, I remember.
From a word, you don't say, I don't say.
But they are all in each other's hearts!
The wind stopped and the rain stopped. You saw it, and so did I.
It just comes from two words, what you said and what I said.
But only in each other's eyes!
This windy summer,
This gentle wind,
Will be branded in your heart and mine.
Always think of it, always think of it. ...
The world is so big,
You and I meet, meet and know each other.
It is also necessary, just for the word,
Round your childhood dreams.
Years have passed,
Singing that rhyme without words,
Elegance and aestheticism in chewing texts.
Flowers bloom silently, and flowers fall silently.
Spring has gone and summer has come. Feel it.
Warm as sunshine, dripping like morning dew.
The flower in your hand, you have one, and I have one.
With the sun and the moon, the days passed silently. You believe it, and so do I.
With the cicada singing, summer has come. Stay with you, stay with me.
Time goes by quietly, you look at me and I look at you.
Many sun and moon have passed lightly.
Looking for the invisible peach blossom garden is still in the dream,
This flower in your hand and mine,
But in the summer wind, in the rain ...
Rain Modern Poetry 13 has a moment of silence.
Let me see myself clearly.
I like the rain
Whether to get wet.
I'm covered in flea scalps.
As dry as the wind and the sun
Full of charm in my heart
I saw it. ...
See the stalwart figure fall into the horizon.
Just like your silent back
Then there is silence.
The night still comes quietly.
You don't know what I'm thinking
But I know it's you behind the moon.
Time is not lonely.
Dry up in spring and summer
Autumn and winter have passed.
Time is changing again and again.
Finally got used to it.
Finally, there is no affection.
Should I put it on or not?
This problem has become a thing.
You learned my intonation.
You stole my black pen.
You suddenly became a Buddha by yourself.
So you're still you
Unique You
It's just in my eyes
You have a disgusting effect.
I dare not speak for myself.
This is just for me.
The sky is too vast.
I'm too young and too rough.
I neglected myself, so I didn't scold myself.
But you are another world besides me.
I can't help wanting to see you.
Dadada Didi
I like rain.
But I don't like getting wet.
So I love you.
Don't ask me why I like you
If it wasn't intentional,
If it has no title,
Whether it is a thousand words or not.
I have been silent.
Rain Modern Poetry 14 is waiting for you, in the rain,
In the rain that makes rainbows
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially at dusk,
Through this drizzle
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside of time,
In time, waiting for you.
In an instant, eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake the laurel paddle on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock.
Suddenly you came.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
In the words of Jiang Baishi,
With the rhythm, you came.
Rain Modern Poetry 15 The sudden rain wet my heart.
You buried my kiss with your lips.
Leaving only this doomed loneliness
Jean rose
Fade in my heart
A flash of lightning penetrated the thunder.
difficult to make out
I can't help the pain in my heart.
Between storms and showers
I can't find my soul.
Rain in my heart
Tears between heaven and earth
Fuzzy
It is better to understand.
Did your face hurt when you left?
I don't remember the moment you turned around.
Only your eyes are full of melancholy.
Chuchu's double eyelids are all crystal.
hear nothing of
Is it rain or tears?
The footsteps of your departure
So determined
Thin shoulders bear the wind and rain.
An indelible shadow
As if condensed in the rain.
I looked up at the heavy rain in the sky.
How sinful it is to sigh.
Let you stand firm in the storm.
How much harm has it caused you?
It makes you turn midsummer into freezing rain.
Overlooking the rain flower in one place
But your heart is broken, and you splash.
The pain made me fall in the rain.
Hands can't hold up your broken heart.
Only the rain that can't hold on.
Heartbreaking remorse makes the whole body stiff.
You can't take a step. Let your leg come back.
The pain of lung fissure choked my throat.
Can't make a sound that wants to call you back
Let you walk alone
This cold rain
Did you get wet with your long hair?
Do you have an umbrella?
Hold up a sunny day for you
Do you have arms?
Hugs give you a kind of warmth.
The wind and rain remain the same
I can't find my way here.
I remembered my picture in the long rain and fog.
Quiet photos in the garland
that's me
The soul that died because of losing you.