Xia Hua's Modern Poetry

1

Walking in the sultry dusk.

Before sunset, the blood blade flashed.

Clouds are like ink, waiting to be broken.

Sweat like rain, clothes are subtle.

Dark fragrance, street orchid flavor.

The tip of the nose is lingering, but the mood is thousands of miles.

Maybe Luo Zhi once breathed in sadness.

Now, are people proud of their hands?

I have never been able to see through the world of mortals neighborhood.

Come and go.

Maybe, just like the mood of these flowers.

It is summer to laugh and cry.

2

On the green grass.

There are no more ignorant footprints in spring.

Flowers are blooming everywhere.

Colors that bloom like first love.

Purple, yellow, red, white ...

Legend has it that it is a star that falls on the earth.

Wrapped around my finger.

Look at the heart of the world and the eyes of the scenery.

Who left it in the grass?

Pink sun hats are popular in small towns.

Perhaps, she understood the truth of nature and the bright summer.

three

If this is a rain.

Then please let me put it on the ground.

Heartbroken.

Pack up and draw with colored eyes.

So, sadness is no longer sadness.

Silence is no longer silent.

I see a life with petals.

If a woman's skirt flutters in the wind.

Nice to meet you, this smile.

Being on earth with you.

four

If you want to see the blue of the sky.

Must be in the world of mortals.

Lying tired.

You know the purpose of raising your head.

If you want to see transparent green.

It must go to earth.

By the dewdrop.

You know the crystal vitality.

If you want to clear your mind alone.

Remember to put on your clothes.

There are cold and hot seasons.

The moon in front of the window points to dawn for you.

If I'm not with you,

Remember to put the flowers on the hillside.

And the color of my poem.

Pack up one by one until I get home.

If you want to bloom for love at all costs.

I will stay with you.

Summer of youth, no regrets.

Open with you and thank you together.

five

I like flowers in summer.

Just like I like your feeling.

Let life unfold.

Look at your most beautiful scenery.

I know the smell like the back of my hand.

Spread this encounter.

This is our destiny.

Wish to be brilliant for you.

Emotional bullying regardless of wind and rain.

I don't care about being abandoned.

Just to be ecstatic when I see it.

Simple and happy tone.

If you know how to cherish.

Summer flowers.

Warm and fragrant for you.

six

I suddenly found that summer is beautiful everywhere.

The existence of flowers is beautiful and peaceful.

This feeling.

Delicate words are dancing in my heart.

I don't know why it is so strong.

Natural colors.

It turned out that it was more than graceful and restrained.

And the unrestrained enthusiasm of silent shouting.

Maybe.

You will miss many scenes of flowers blooming.

But there will always be one in my life.

Will be in front of you.

It blooms normally.

Believe that dignity is not fragile.

Faith will not yield.

Drunk in such a fate.

Understand the value of life.

Life is worth cherishing.

seven

Listen to the wind, listen to the wind.

Talk after the rain.

So clear and transparent.

Inner sunshine.

I can't help writing from the green leaves.

A charming smile.

You said summer was just the right time.

And haunting flowers.

It's not just the clouds on the horizon that spread.

And the flowers on the ground.

Wish.

It is such a kind of endless life.

I smell it.

News of you in Shan Ye.

So ...

I walked into the fragrance of your looking back.

eight

Summer in memory.

It is always related to color and temperature.

At that time, teenagers.

I don't understand the sweetness of the breeze.

Only now do we know why butterflies are flying.

By your side.

Don't want to fly

Because you are a sunny woman.

Live waves, lovely flowers.

Beauty, who wouldn't like it?

nine

You can stop talking.

But, I will watch you.

Let you walk into my heart clearly.

Pick a lotus in the moonlight.

You can hate me and bite me.

You must stand on my shoulder.

Let the breeze wrinkle.

Green shadow.

That's the time I waited to keep.

You can float with your hands.

Feel the coolness of this summer.

Roll up and wander.

What remains in my palm must be my mood.

The rippling of blue sky and white clouds.

The flow of stars in the night sky.

You can leave quietly at any time.

Leave me a gentle place.

This is the season.

Deja vu, unforgettable.

The umbrella caught the singing rain flower.

The eyes full of affection moistened the poet's summer.