Laughter is like a rushing sea.
I am on fire.
Enter this magnificent May.
Listen! Young song
Look! An inspiring banner
The wind is surging and the sun is flying.
It's like just jumping out of the waves.
In the blink of an eye.
Charming paintings and scenes of laughter.
This is the expression of our youth.
Fresh blue and rich green.
It's a new generation of young colors.
May, we imagine!
We sing in May!
In May, we traveled all over the mountains and rivers.
tour mountains and rivers to enjoy the beauty of nature―make pleasure trips
In May, we sing and dance.
Ode to the Motherland
We painted all the places.
Dress up and live in May.
We have tasted the ups and downs.
Read life!
In May, we continued to explore.
Water the flowers with your own sweat.
In May, we dedicated our labor.
With fiery youth
Weave life!
Life is like a book.
Truth is an ocean.
We swim in truth.
We pursue life.
We practice life.
We beautify youth!
Listen to this sweet song.
It's the tide now.
Look, a warm dance.
This is a wave.
People are moving and their hearts are flying.
The tide is rising.
Dancing and dancing.
Sing! In this young May
In this hot May!
Sing! With our hearts
Use our blood!
In May, the heart is a young heart.
May feels young!
In May, we danced.
We sing in May!
Second, modern May poetry anthology: the days of May.
bright/shiny blue
May wind
Soft and brittle.
Phoenix flowers in May
Reveal the love of spring
Oh, shy bride
Be elated at the moment
Full of branches
3. Selected modern poems about Mei? Grandpa and grandma, after cutting the wheat and inserting the grain?
On the morning of May.
The city is still sleeping.
The cuckoo opened its throat.
Fields and villages
Fermentation may
Open the daughter red of the earth
Wheat rape pod
Song of sickle and rain of sweat
lie down
Or a fantasy of life?
Wheat and rape were driven into the granary?
Squeeze together
With a heavy heart
Climb up the high eaves again
Overlooking the fields of my hometown
Peach blossoms have withered, plum blossoms have gone, and swallows have returned.
Even the oblique spring rain is straight.
Colorful spring has gone.
Leave a clean May.
Plump May
Baked by the sun
He is skinny and inhuman.
The newly cut grain is stored in the barn.
Even crying in my dreams.
The scalpers shouted.
Gone with the wind
Intensive footsteps
Ben boulevard xiaodao
All the way to the field
Ploughshares kiss the earth.
The stream caresses your feet.
The whip sounded gently on the cow's back.
May swings in the morning light.
Fade away the prosperity and nothingness of spring
From youth? Long summer? Join to
Life? Little man?
This is the story and character of May.
Fourth, the anthology of modern poems about May May.
This is the season when catkins fly.
Meet one
That girl named Mei.
in the shade
A wisp of branches and leaves in the sun
Sneak out your head
Follow the beauty
The shawl was wantonly rendered.
The comfort of that afternoon
I want to say hello.
Words to the mouth and swallow it down.
The street you walked through
A large group of people
Look at you laughing like a flower with others.
I like morning glory.
you said
You were born in May.
With osmanthus fragrance, peach blossoms are in full bloom.
He's a lucky boy.
you said
You like Mayday.
Gentle and lively
soft
Meeting is providence.
It takes an afternoon to get to know each other.
I met in those 700 days and nights.
Fall in love with that hazy only in that thought
Always leave
Because you are waiting in the distance.
In that May
A hug at the end of youth.
The girl in the dark
Remember that day?
You appeared in front of me silently.
A lovely smiling dimple girl.
Chatting with you and walking by the sea at night.
Watching the crowd and couples hug each other.
Holding your hand
A long street
Fantasize about the beauty at first sight.
Street lamps also began to laugh meaningless.
I just want to get there in time.
Lonely night
I want to send you a song.
Sing my deep love for you.
If it's my wishful thinking
Please forget me.
Walk alone from now on.
Pretend never to know each other.
If you never say no
Will our ending be different?
If it's my unrequited love
Delete me.
Delete all short and beautiful memories.
Since then, I have returned to the original starting point alone.
If I hadn't cried that night,
Will we hold hands and hug like lovers?
Sing another song.
sigh
Tell the sadness of the night
I still remember that day.
The girl with cute dimples when she smiles.
Years later
The windowsill blown by the wind that day
Even if it's cold
There is still the aftertaste of yesterday.
The sea where the clouds floated that day.
Even if it's lonely
Still keep the smiling face of the past.
Years later
Falling flowers are intentional and heartless.
A lonely figure in the moonlight
Cast into the distant sky
The smile of the island city took away the thoughts of Longcheng.
Don't pray for anything
hope
I just want to see the spring water on the bridge again.
The sunshine in May is a little tense.
May. People are also a little nervous.
What about the flowers in May?
Flowers in May seem to forget their nervousness.
I want to forget May.
Forget the memory of May.
Forget the waiting in May.
Forget the shallow flowers in May.
The flowers in May are embraced by the sunshine.
It's a bit silly to embrace the sunshine with flowers.
The wind in May is also silly.
I don't blame the wind in May.
Just blame the rain in May.
The goal of this rain is not very clear.
After it wetted the heart of rape.
I hid in the rice seedling bed.
Cuckoo's eyes are dim.
Mei's expectation is also misty-eyed.
May is always growing.
May is always depressed.
I won't be jealous of the growth in May.
I won't be afraid of the withering in May.
I hope my withering will make you grow.
If you want to plant, plant snow-white rice
If you want to grow up, you will grow into a strong ideal.
If you think long, you will grow fragrant hope.
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