Modern poetry on a sunny day after rain 1 fog in the sky,
Under the clouds, it's raining,
Someone once said that it will be fine after the rain,
The drizzle drifted away.
How long does it take to clear up after the rain?
Quiet road, drizzle,
It can't cross, a kilometer's journey,
After the rain, the road was quiet.
It's sunny, so it takes a long time.
Drizzle, now, hazy.
It's sunny after the rain.
Someone once said that after the rain, it will clear up.
The drizzle drifted away.
On a quiet road, the drizzle is drifting away.
Through the world of you and me,
Crossing the road, in the mist,
I can't see your face clearly,
Maybe you're just passing by,
The sky is hazy.
I can't see your face clearly.
After the rain, the sun is shining,
Someone once said that after the rain, it will clear up.
Fog in the sky.
Overhead, the clouds are impenetrable.
I can't see clearly, opposite, people's faces.
Quiet rain, drifting away.
It's sunny after the rain.
Through the drizzle,
I can't see your face clearly.
The drizzle drifted away.
You used to walk in the drizzle.
The hazy figure flashed in the rain,
Whose eyes, eyes, hazy figure.
After the rain, the sun is shining,
Who knows, after a storm comes a calm, it started to rain, and it rained in Mao Mao.
After the rain, the sky is hazy.
I can't see your face clearly through the drizzle.
Modern Poetry and Sunny Days after Rain 2 Bing Xin
The green treetops are shining with golden light,
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are in the water,
Happy as a fairy.
Little brother stepped on the water hard,
How high is the splash?
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!"
Said he slipped!
He patted his muddy pants,
He said, "Shit, shit!"
And his happy red face,
But it exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister has two short pigtails,
Follow these muddy pants closely,
She bit her lip,
Grab the skirt,
Run gently and carefully,
I wish I could.
What a beautiful fall!
Modern Poetry and Sunny Days after Rain 3 Guo Moruo
The universe after the rain,
Like a conscience washed with tears,
Silent.
There are silver waves on the sea,
There are still clouds in the sky,
Aomori of Matsubara!
On a flat coast,
Fishing boats are arranged in parallel,
Nobody left!
There are two Three Lamps District,
Shining on a distant island—
Rising star?
Modern poetry after rain clears up 4 Chen
Night sky after rain,
Silence is like a shawl on the shoulders of a praying woman;
The blue color of leaves means flowing ocean.
The hot body bathes there.
We sheltered from the rain under the locust tree,
Sitting and watching the clouds after the rain,
Watch dusk arrival, watch the night March,
Look at the first star shining from the top of the forest.
What is sleep time,
With imaginary sadness?
Some things often fly away from the years,
What came quietly?
We are hand in hand, heart to heart,
The stream listened to us quietly;
When a frog jumps on the grass,
I seem to see the earth blinking.
Modern poetry is sunny after rain. Life can actually be a poem.
Quietly hope, seek
As that color of the curtain gradually deepen
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears.
For all missed or missed encounters.
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Modern poetry has sunny days after rain.
Gently, quietly
No sound fell.
I also bathed in your baptism.
I really don't know where this is.
I don't know what time it is.
All I know is that faint ray of sunshine.
Falling slowly in my heart
That beam of sunshine.
In my mind, every moment, every moment.
Oh, my God, it's still gray.
But that beam of sunlight
But there is a beautiful shadow in the sky.
Leave a golden light in the sky.
Although only a little, very little.
But this warmth is real and will never change.
This is the darkness hit by the sun.
Or is it dark and sunny?
No one knows, and some will not be revealed.
Look at the sunshine.
It's like I see new hope-
Attacking the dark ideal, the spirit of never back down.
Waiting for the glorious moment to break through the darkness.
However, sunshine will always overcome the wind and rain.
The near future will be full of sunshine.
Dewdrops on the leaves were brightly illuminated by the sun.
The reflected light is not so dazzling.
Sure enough, the sunshine is always extremely warm.
You, me, him
Every moment, every moment, flows in our hearts.
Perhaps, only the light in the dark is powerful.
There is always sunshine after the storm.
No ups and downs
How can you shine the light of life?
Don't experience bumps and bumps.
How can I make you thrive?
Sunshine after the storm
Are you shining with the light of life?
Are you getting stronger?
Modern poetry with sunny weather after rain is mixed with the fragrance of plants in the air.
Last night's three dry feelings have disappeared without a trace.
The city has dried up and the memory is wet.
There are clouds in the sky again.
The wind is whispering to the birds.
There is a little sadness hidden in that cloud.
Stroll gently in the sky
Yuan Ye in the forest is blooming with new green.
Life is like a newborn baby, smiling in the cradle.
In July, the mountains and rivers are intoxicated.
The endless corn is swaying in the wind.
As if welcoming the coming maturity.
All the sadness and sorrow disappeared in the wind.
Just as you come gently and go in a hurry.
The wind is clear and the clouds are light, and a joy occupies life.
Life blooms with new tenderness in joy.
The scars of memory were finally healed by the fiery July.
The sun finally came out, neither too late nor too early.
I walk in the sun and feel
The affection of every grass and tree, the loneliness of a soul
Enjoying the pity of the years, those plants
Singing in the wind and flowing in the air.
One touching poem after another, and I am happy for those poems.
It's wrapped. Can you mail it to your castle?
Can I light up your future in your confused days?
If you don't leave in such a hurry, I will do it for you.
It's too late to put on a warm coat.
From then on, where will the broken kite float?
Concerned about waiting day after day, my rainy season.
It's just beginning. I hope it's hot in July.
Drying everything in the dark, my dream is
Set sail, walk through the wind, walk through the rain and go out.
The rainy season without you is just a dream.
Think of me as a passer-by in your life.
So good, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and I have set foot on life.
On the journey, the sea of flowers bloomed for me.