A modern poem praising the summer heat: Look at me.
Let me see you.
Look at the sky.
The heat wave is boiling in the air.
The sky at this time is like a steamer.
We are like steamed buns in a steamer.
Sweat has not yet landed.
Absorbed by hot air
A hot day is like an alchemist's furnace.
Sanwei is really getting hotter every day.
The water in the river is becoming a hot spring.
I wonder if Princess Iron Fan's banana fan can fan this heat wave away.
I don't think so
Can people, ghosts and gods be in harmony with heaven?
Fire and water are ruthless, and the sky is disastrous.
That's all arranged by heaven.
Let nature take its course and don't go against it.
We should remember what the ancients said.
Calm nature is cool.
There is crying and laughing, there is noise and silence.
We can't hide from the dog days.
Modern poem 2 praising the hot summer: to carry many stones,
Are we qualified to get close to that lush green?
Understand the high octave
Even if I die of thirst in the broken clouds,
So what?
Gu Zhu was indifferent,
Don't expect her to give you a look back.
Honestly,
She doesn't even bother to roll her eyes at you. you
There is no way out! All you have to do is bite the bullet,
Make the stone hot.
Melt your scapula, it contains no calcium,
Inch by inch,
Towards the lush green of your shadow.
Move it. In this midsummer.
Modern poem 3 praises the great heat: there is only one fireball dragon king hidden in the East China Sea.
The water evaporated and the river dried up.
The heat of summer
Exploitation of people's clothes
Peel off one's skin
There is only one red heart.
Find a sense of belonging
The heat of summer
Push the old man into the shade.
Ordinary people who have no home drive away mosquitoes and flies.
Sweaty clothes
And the smell of old people.
Blocked a field.
Young man, stop
Only the loyal dog.
Sniff out her sadness.
The heat of summer
The air conditioner is tired.
Closed doors and windows are isolated from the outside world.
Fade tulle dress
Young people's little world
cosy feeling
Charming fragrance
That's the smell of bright flowers.
The heat of summer
Roasting the earth
Corn in the field
If you want to spit, you must give the seeds.
These are all autumn fruits.
Let the seasons hand over quickly.
Let autumn come soon.
I want to put the harvested seeds
Take it to the winter storage room.
Bring it to spring to germinate.