A modern poem describing May 1 "See May again"
May, I want to have an affair with you.
Reading vague memories and agreeing on beautiful scenery,
From from a pot of wine among the flowers, I played the piano gracefully and played all over the misty rain and the world of mortals.
In May, standing quietly on the stormy shore,
Only a faint fragrance haunts my soul dream,
The sun shines through the thin clouds, swaying in the whistling wind,
Fragrance intoxicated the soul and blurred the vision.
Drunk, don't know where to go.
In May, I reached out and picked a cool one and brushed it across my forehead. It was light and fragrant.
One night in Shure, the wind is still and the flowers are like the sea.
Heaven, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, wind and rain rustling,
I want to ask who will accompany me to the end of my life and look back at the red clothes.
But this is a good scenery, and I can't see the old acquaintance alone.
In May, the wine stains on clothes made it picturesque.
Keep a delicate heart and you will cherish it.
Watching the flowers fly and rain fall in front of the court, holding the breeze,
Sing a song about wine and play the flute to attract the moon.
May, like a wormwood plant in my hometown,
Sending out the breath of childhood, missing in my heart,
Secret communication and vigorous development.
Listen to the whispers of green leaves to trees,
In the forest, the grass is close to the land, and there is silence.
In May, the flowers are blooming, and the flowers are still calm.
A ray of goose yellow pillow hits the south of the Yangtze River, and a ray of light green dream curtain.
Whose smile is bright and quiet in the distance,
Whose call is trembling quietly in my heart?
A modern poem "May Comes" describing May 2nd.
A few cups of tea left, kindness is still in my ears,
Write or not, the pen is there.
Paper has become the distant place of words.
Every love has the same strokes, but they are all executed.
Painful handwriting.
May is coming, and cold water is on the stove.
Many things are like frogs in the wrong place.
We don't want to stay in May, so we drink.
May was forgotten in the Jianghu, and we cut off our robes.
Sunlight is a shadow, so is moonlight.
This smoky dusty woman can't kick.
Cann't die. Pear blossoms bring rain for a while and rain for a while.
Smile through tears and be firm.
Modern poem 3 "May" describes May.
May color
Joan's flowers are in bloom, and May has come.
The beautiful spring is coming to an end.
Looking at the color of the sky,
Although not as clear as when I first saw it.
Overlooking the towering mountains and rivers,
Although not as grand as when I was born.
however
Life has given it endless colors.
We were walking on the road,
Experienced many hardships and setbacks.
We realized in our hearts that,
Appreciate how many joys and sorrows.
The four seasons color the world,
At any time, light is circulating quietly.
When you welcome every spring,
Kiss the lotus to the pavilion.
When you send away every spring,
Draw the outline of spring in your mind.
When life is full of twists and turns,
You still want to integrate your life into it.
You will find that,
Life is always harder than happiness.
The journey of life,
Like a changing season.
Along the way,
Enjoy different scenery.
Lose and gain,
Life has become profound because of this.
Modern Poetry Describing the May 4th Movement
In May, I read many poems and thoughts.
There, flowers are blooming. A lot of incense
Colorful—
Beauty, once the landscape is displayed.
Thought can't hold it, and the motherland can't hold it.
If you don't learn to spike, everything will be beautiful.
Can't hold it any longer-
Bloom and bloom, all from the impulse of the root.
The wind is too exposed, the cliff breaks the waterfall, the silk steps on the sand, and the horseshoes roar.
The sound of the piano in the moonlight ...
Singing is pure, repeating joy and sadness.
And pure—
Impulse and illusion, oh
How similar the two things are.
I am very happy. These poems are like the wind.
It was put in my pocket, and the drums and instruments were full. '
Thinking of May, singing, the tongue can't be destroyed any more.
Decorate with ups and downs, popular mouth
Modern Poetry Describing May 5th Entering May
Walk into May
It has entered the season of flowers blooming and falling.
See how the flowers bloom a little.
Then we will see how the debris falls.
A worsening situation.
My eyes are full of falling red and dancing butterflies in fairy tales.
Walk into May
I have entered a sentimental season.
Dandelion is holding an umbrella in the wind.
Lilacs bloom and fall.
Pick a bunch of wisteria and make a wind chime to sway in front of the window.
There is a wind blowing in every delicate soup.
It's your deep and sad song.
And I can only look at the swaying wind chimes from a distance.
Listening to the wind seems like a sigh of relief.
Because I will always be a stubborn and arrogant phoenix tree.
Walk into May
I entered a dream season.
Listen to a legendary story
Or the legend in the story?
And I won't be the plot in the story.
Because there is a dream that will never be landscaped.
Sing and go for your dream.
Through the mist and rainbow, through the frosty snowfield
I am an elegant and alienated figure in the landscape.
Fade away, fade away, fade away.