Chapter 1: Modern Poetry about June. June is like a fire.
In June, cicadas know cicadas.
In June, get a pen and answer the test paper carefully.
In June, we will be separated.
Fairy tale castle
The fading June
Finger flick
Has disappeared in a dreamy and beautiful paradise.
In June, we packed our bags on our backs.
In June, we left our alma mater.
In June, we rushed to the distance.
Those mature smiling faces are a little naive.
Those little sober years.
at once
Has disappeared in the hazy memory of the morning light.
In June, I sailed alone.
June, inside and outside the threshold.
June, so quietly disappeared.
In June, friends in the street take care.
In June, it suddenly disappeared into the traffic of the future world.
Chapter Two: Modern Poetry about June. June is like the season of water.
Young hearts have no time to escape.
But it's full of scars.
The heavy rain is very natural and unrestrained
Under the unbridled.
Without a trace of worry
A little melancholy
Listen, it's windy and rainy outside the window.
The heart is beating uneasily.
Is it emptiness or loneliness?
Or fear
There are always too many disappointments.
And regret
Because there are too many.
On the contrary, the deeper the damage.
Sad people will connect words.
Pale and weak
The only comfort ...
And know how to smile.
It rains in June
Come suddenly
I went without rhyme or reason
Leave a scar.
and
new hand
Chapter three: Modern poetry about June is not the rain in June.
Or my tears
The sky has lost its color.
Whenever it rains, I miss you.
Tears also wet all the memories
You are very clear and vague.
Where should I go?
It's raining lightly.
come and go in haste
I can't see you when I wave my hand.
Tears are clear.
Broken heart, completely cracked.
Looking back for an instant, only scars are left.
I listened to the rain crying at the window.
I can't get rid of my sadness.
Rain in June.
Bit by bit also enters people's minds.
Chapter four: Modern poetry about June is full of silence.
A drop of rain falls on my heart,
Hurt me.
Put down your eyes,
Waiting for the long-lost season.
The wind that wanders all night rests at my window,
Passing me like a passer-by.
Cluttered footsteps,
Who left in such a hurry,
When I turned around, it was another June.
It's far.
How much I want to put myself,
Put it in another unfamiliar environment,
In a free country,
Let tears turn into misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Open your palm,
This smallest map,
What is my final destination?
The night is deep and cold,
Yu Wen Yu Ming's light.
The beating of the candle shadow,
Cause deep thought that words can't express.
Even in the deepest and coldest night,
Cann't stop the inner flame,
Jump,
Become the most beautiful glory.
In the dream street or in the dream on the street,
A vast sea of people,
Who is the next waiting encounter?
Tonight, the breeze, June, sleepless,
Embrace dreams,
Spend the long night with me,
Until the first ray of sunshine in the morning,
Touch my heartstrings,
At that time,
Worthy of this sleepless night.