Beautiful poems in May 1 In this sunny May,
I want to leave.
This flashy Shanghai
Go to the seaside
Look at that morning.
This depressed city
So lonely in the morning
Not as flashy as last night.
Like a person who hasn't woken up yet
A woman of thirty years old.
I am riding an old car.
Facing the sunrise in the east
Ride all the way to the east
I saw the sea.
I heard the sound of the waves
The distant sun
Has crossed the ocean
I am pushing my car.
Soak it in the sea.
Bring it back to life
Original appearance
On May 2nd, a beautiful poem, the train whistled.
Run across Yang Shulin.
In the distance, a red house surrounded by green.
The sky above is very empty.
I don't want to be attached to it.
The new sunshine in May is softer than the ears of wheat.
Grass and plantains climbed over the slope.
The yellow flowers of Pteris multifida are scattered all over the grave.
The sheep stop and go, eating greedily.
the final spring
The vegetable fields in the fence have been hoed.
Management management.
Dandelion is missing.
Frogs occupy a canal.
Beautiful Poetry On May 3rd, I lingered at the window.
Watching couples enjoy flowers on the roadside.
in my opinion
But I can't see myself.
The flowers on the roadside are beautiful.
But I don't have mine
No one I care about with my heart.
You, my thoughts.
I don't know when you will be there.
When can I understand my missing?
Would you know?
You are more beautiful than them in my eyes.
May is the season of flowers!
This is the spring of love, but I
Still thinking about you.
Beautiful May Poetry
Holding a faint summer fragrance.
Follow the footsteps of the spring breeze
Unfold a picture.
Romantic picture scroll
Gorgeous colors
Shine in the bright sunshine.
Elegant and fresh feeling
Floating in the field
Touch all over Shan Ye.
It's yingying emerald.
Listen to the rural soil
This song is very long.
This rainy season
Condensed a gentle and sincere dream.
In this quiet.
Suddenly I was awakened by a clever stream.
So, I was drunk.
I walked in gracefully!
The beautiful poem of May, the whole of May.
Stay at home most of the time.
Write poetry, cook and meditate in a daze.
Beware of the calmest time.
Will think of you.
Remember I told you
I'll put on high heels next time I'm around you.
Not to show my gentleness.
This is to set off your greatness.
When I think of you,
It is also silent.
No lightning
Not excited
calmly
Just like relatives meet, there is no greeting.
easy
When you are unhappy,
Don't avoid me at all
When I followed you everywhere.
You just smiled happily.
Relatives are so dull.
Without excessive enthusiasm
Family ties have long gone deep into the veins.
The beautiful poem of May 6th, the golden song of May, is singing happily.
The golden thread of youth is constantly weaving rapidly.
Working day and night, the machine runs very fast.
Although the gunshots seem to be close to here.
Hysterical people, ghosts are shouting.
The fire has been spreading and burning.
But the white clouds have been floating.
Try to do your job well.
Holding the dark man grinding his claws
The flowers on the earth are so colorful.
Why is this blue sea so calm?
It defends it with youthful and sunny enthusiasm.
This China will stand forever in the world.
The beautiful poems of May 7th Spring are still in the past, and the green streams are flooding.
You know, there are much fewer clothes in front of you.
Everything is true, and there are causes and consequences.
You think about June, but you can't let go of April.
Running water will never have the perseverance of stone, lotus root in May,
Whose soul is a ripple before it blooms?
Your pain is only clear to you, and loneliness is the core of loneliness.
You recall the shadow of spring, but you can't stand the wave of autumn.
The sun is close to you again, and sweat is squeezed out of your pores.
The cuckoo continued to sing, and the frog's voice rose and fell.
Some dare to say but dare not do, and some can do but can't say.
You know, since we are still on the road, we have to move forward step by step.
The beautiful poetry meeting ended on May 8th.
I walked into your manor.
The wheat is full.
I saw you waving a wooden sickle.
oh
close relative
Let me help you tie up the fallen straw.
then
Flour ground from this wheat
Make an authentic oil surface.
then
Holding a rough bowl
Give everyone a big bowl.
Eat our red.
so far
We understand.
A meal after sweating together.
The sweetest.
Beautiful poems on May 9 th
The sound of flowers
In the quiet moonlight
Sing softly
Open a window that has been closed for too long.
Welcome to the fresh air.
Smells like the sun.
blowin'in the wind
Why should we cater to the spring smile?
Let tenderness cross the river bank
In the staring eyes
Sprouting and growing at will
Beautiful Maypoem 10 Pile grapefruit-colored honey on a clear canvas.
The spoon disturbed my mind, and the sugar cube melted the illusory water in the cup.
Like a dirty meow that is not in heat, she lies at her feet.
When sending my sister to work, someone will dial the time difference.
Learn to pull out high-profile thin steps with big leather shoes.
The discarded old watches were cleaned up again.
The endless spring I peddled on the lawn was moldy in the plastic bag in May.
Fangfang, who is taking a selfie, has cancer again.
Hungry people wailed and closed their eyes to keep company with the night.
Please don't complain about the beautiful poem 1 1 in May.
I praised May so much that I put too much pen and ink into it.
You know, my life began in May.
Every May, the night seems to give me a prophecy of rebirth.
In the depths of May,
I also hope that the pain of rebirth will make me no longer unkempt.
No longer have nothing
May, I am just a seed waiting for a new life.
Waiting for the blessing of wind, rain and lightning.
Waiting for the pain of breaking ground and budding and jointing
If I were a fish
In May, I will take you swimming in the sea.
If I were a bird.
In May, I will take you across Qian Shan.
If I were the wind
In May, I blew through your brow and sang softly in your ear.
But I have to tell you.
May is my inevitable fate.
It is the source of happiness and hope, pain and sadness in my life.
In May this year, I lived in the corner of a strange city.
No more singing for spring, no more praying for yourself.
I don't even want to wait for rebirth
If there is still happiness in life
Then just for you, present my most beautiful bouquet.
May's beautiful poem 12 We use the most beautiful words.
In spring, fold it out.
A beautiful wedding dress
Sing one wonderful poem after another
Because of the awakening of spring
And the strong vitality of the rise.
How much did you knock?
Scholar's heart
Spring is full of colors.
New green leaves in spring
Decorate the earth
Moisturize the soul and enrich the eyes.
How much is on my mind?
Spring is between the flowers.
That unforgettable love.
Express your inner feelings through new green leaves.
Warm wind blows in from the summer window.
Petals fell quietly from the branches.
Unconsciously awakened one dream after another.
That gloomy cloud is floating in my heart.
I am still wandering in the spring.
I'm still talking among the flowers, looking for my dreams.
See the last smile of spring convergence.
I don't feel so sad and melancholy in my heart.
When I sigh for the falling spring.
When I stood at the summer window, I saw the roadside and under the hedge.
Clusters of roses in full bloom.
Su Xin blushed a little and trembled slowly.
Seasonal changes cannot be stopped.
Why don't you change your mind and laugh for a while?
Calm, the storm of life
Enjoy the different scenery of the four seasons.
Spring withdrew from the warm applause.
The laughter of summer is coming.
In May, Chinese rose blooms on the branches.
Lotus is waiting for the arrival of June.
The beautiful poem 13 in May opened a colorful prelude to early summer.
Wheat is becoming more and more abundant.
Wheat girl sings the song of May.
May is the early summer season.
The river in May is clear and mild.
There may be a bold idea
The image of a kind and sunny man meets wheat.
Girls meet green trees every day.
I see miss chitty every day.
They all put their own affairs on the agenda.
An early summer love began like this.
The jointing ear of rice shows golden clothes.
It heralds the beginning of a better life.
May with a bright smile.
Kindly touch the ears of rice
Ears of rice are his favorite.
He wants Mizuho to be the love of his life.
Mother of seasons
There are twelve sons
So she did it at sunrise.
Rest at sunset
Seasonal maternal blood
Withered by twelve children, white-haired
How she wishes.
May is full of what she imagined.
May is her lifelong expectation.
Looking forward to his happiness and happiness!
May arrived as scheduled without an appointment.
I am immersed in colorful joy.
Quietly waiting for the abundance of May.
Quietly looking forward to the happiness in May.
May May be full of happiness.
I must be surrounded by flowers.
The trees are lush.