The south is a rainy place.
But there is too much rain here.
It has been raining for more than three months
It's raining a little crazy and ominous.
The water in the river is turbid, yellow and turbid.
Clouds in the sky gathered in the dark, with shadows.
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Stroll the streets on summer nights.
Listen to the frogs.
Look around up, down, left and right.
Yellow street lamp
Occasionally there is a car bell.
Tremble slowly
I found a reason to fly from my mobile phone.
Let the mood roam in the air with the stars.
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railway crossing
The train roared and roared.
Everything on and off the platform is
A figure in a hurry.
A heavy backpack on their shoulders.
Tell the story of self and life.
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Bodhisattva
I don't know when I got this name.
I don't know her address or whereabouts.
I don't know her magic or professional title.
I just saw something in the story in the book.
I just heard a little noise from the Buddhist scroll.
So I also put my hands together to show my piety.
Pray for the health of relatives and friends.
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 2 You said that the river in front of you originated from the horizon.
Look at that river, it floats away all the stars.
Heart, if you sleep again.
Who else will call?
Dawn, can you break through the darkness?
I said, you have crossed the river.
The stars were picked up and scattered to the river bank.
Look, the seed of that star has grown into a floating reed.
Sunshine received the invitation.
Will fly-accompany this dark and silent night.
You said, if the reed dies, too
Will the river sob and cry?
Will the beach groan because of sleepless nights?
Will the oath decay with the fall?
Will all those whispering autumn insects fall in love?
I said, the so-called withering is just in time.
Sleeping in the cold, there will be a spring breeze to wake up.
Dense dreams of reed flowers.
The faint morning light is shining with Lu Hua's smiling face.
Flowers everywhere are twinkling stars.
You said, emotion should be like a stream.
Even the occasional wild waves.
Also like a reed flower, it should moisten spring and summer and shine in autumn.
In the snowy season, light yourself up.
Full of confidence and warmth from beginning to end.
I said, I'm tired. Sit next to the landing reed.
If you pull it too tightly, the string will break easily.
Look at this reed flower, gentle and affectionate.
Wake up in sleep, and fall asleep while awake.
Elegant and natural.
Floating and floating, reed flowers penetrate the fog and gray smoke.
The stars parted the sea of clouds and swam to the river.
Burnout shields the mind, and worry hangs between heaven and earth.
Snuggle up to drive away the cold.
Trouble and slander melt in the autumn night without gorgeous flowers.
Gone with the wind poem 3 opens the skylight of the soul, releases joy to get happiness, seeks beauty to pursue dreams, drinks loneliness to vent pain, writes hope and looks forward to tomorrow, and wishes you happiness, sweetness and happiness for a long time. Happy Chongyang!
(Heavy) chrysanthemum fragrance, (sunny) light shines softly on the chest. The whole family is really happy (fast). The family is the most peaceful! I wish you a happy Double Ninth Festival and a healthy family!
Drive away your sadness, bring you joy, dispel the cold, send you warmth and send you the best wishes. Happy Double Ninth Festival, old friend.
On the ninth day of September, homesickness is like wine, and the world falls. When shall we get together and greet our old friends? The true feelings will last forever.
Chongyang Chongyang everything is not difficult, in this peaceful and happy era, I wish your family a happy holiday! in perfect nick
Old people don't have to sigh, let alone be embarrassed; Flowers bloom and fall, and trees flourish and wither. Happy Double Ninth Festival!
On the Double Ninth Festival, send a friend a glass of friendship wine, and wish the feelings will last forever; A cup of blessing wine, wishing happiness and well-being forever; A glass of happy wine, I wish you a happy and worry-free life!
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 4 Friends, we are always scattered.
We are like dandelions yesterday, easily blown away and faded by the wind.
Like a melancholy' cool autumn', the red leaves have withered and withered.
Time flies and the distance is drifting away.
As time goes by, memories accumulate.
Is it because the sand of that pile of time was held too tightly by us and leaked away so easily?
Did we sing too fast and end too fast?
We were together yesterday.
Today we parted ways.
whether or not
Tomorrow we will never know each other.
The flower has withered.
That idea has been forgotten?
Just looking at the whole night sky, I am confused.
No stars, no bright moon.
But with air conditioning and other people's hearts
Feelings still depend on friendship.
friend
Take your umbrella before it rains.
Put on more clothes before it gets cold in case you catch a cold.
Think of a shoulder before you cry.
friend
Don't watch the moon alone.
Don't wrap jiaozi for yourself.
Don't turn your hair into white temples.
We are still
Next to you.
We still have you.
That's our paradise.
friend
Life is safe.
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 5 See Snowflakes Gone with the Wind,
Seen from a distance,
Snowflakes are as pure as dreams.
There is also a slowly flowing river in the middle.
On the bank of this river, there is a crimson spring floating.
I thought to myself,
From the heart together:
Stick to our dreams,
Strive to realize these dreams,
Come on!
I think you know what I mean.
You didn't say a word lightly.
Keep a low profile,
In silence,
wait for ...
Like snow,
Fallen, but melted in the land of love.
From then on, I hid my love.
Hide in the bottom of my heart and turn it into strength.
Pursue your dreams with love.
Help each other and encourage each other.
make arduous efforts
Support each other in the face of difficulties
Work together to overcome the difficulties.
No matter who falls.
The other encourages each other and never gives up.
Come on!
Let's witness together!
In the snow season next year,
Take another step towards success!
Gone with the wind, modern poetry, 6. The smoky wind is blowing,
You will bloom in the soft spring of the morning glow.
The morning dew is also enchanting, clusters of fragrant breath,
This poem is full of songs. ....
Lavender, smiling with a beautiful imagination?
Or fresh and elegant, or meditate silently!
The air is also full of fragrance,
Flowers are like wind chimes, gently singing the agreement with spring,
Holding a full green, gorgeous and incomparable.
Just to nurture a beautiful youth!
Open high, open blue.
Is this a colorful cloud flying low?
This persistence, this enthusiasm ...
In the dust-free air,
It is the pure land of the soul.
Interpret the value and hope of life!
This blooming freedom, self-sufficiency, self-maintenance,
This is simple and dignified, and it is a homesickness linked by blood.
It is pure and romantic. ....
Is the gentle language of love,
Clusters of tung flowers hang high on the branches,
Full of fun,
Does it echo the letter and style of the spring breeze?
Is it a poetic blue whisper?
Is it pure and gentle love?
Who keeps asking during the romantic journey?
The flowing pink and purple in this spring,
Are you looking for a lost dream?
Don't believe me, you see in the petal rain,
Are all vague wishes,
Well, this is my dear, ordinary feeling!
Blooming tung flowers are also a blessing to each other's love! !
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 7 Snow has gone with the wind! People are silent!
Your heart is still flying
Walk through the harbor where you stopped.
Let you come back from the eyes of your lover
I feel crazy and drunk!
Why is the short stay so charming?
I don't know. In your pious dream,
Still thinking about the initial comfort.
Ah! You walk through the eyebrows in winter.
Here's the thing. no regret
I can't let go of my memory.
Silence in front of the Buddha and bring her back.
Ah! The more winter you frown.
This is a misunderstanding.
Walk through this winter
Are the people waiting still sad?
.........
The snow is floating! People are silent!
Your heart is still flying
Walk through the harbor where you stopped.
Let you come back from the eyes of your lover
I feel crazy and drunk!
Why is the short pause so charming?
I don't know. In your pious dream,
Still thinking about the initial comfort.
Ah! You walk through the eyebrows in winter.
Here's the thing. no regret
I can't let go of my memory.
Silence in front of the Buddha and bring her back.
Ah! The more winter you frown.
This is a misunderstanding.
Walk through this winter
Are the people waiting still sad?
Floating Modern Poetry 8 Somehow, suddenly
I think there will be a snowflake in front of me.
That was a tear I shed when I was in Delingha.
With pure feelings.
Floating from the distant heavenly palace. With them
Don't say that people are gone or tea is cold before they leave.
I just want to be with a kind of care and a side-by-side relationship.
There is also a passer-by to share the distance.
To exchange our hearts.
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Those elves
I think I'm wearing Snow White's skirt.
The edges of these snowflakes are covered with dust.
With the blooming time
I touched the softest place in my heart.
Want to stretch out the surprise of heating
Hold them in your palm.
Afraid of falling in the palm of your hand and melting instantly.
It's like being afraid of the past passing by.
Everywhere, everyone
Maybe they will all become post stations and passers-by
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Very light, very beautiful, very gentle
Snowflakes have their own souls.
There is no false reality.
There is a gap in life, and sunshine can come in.
Knowing is the most beautiful fate in life-
One, two, three, all over the sky.
With them, we are both very happy.
The distance is like a white butterfly flying in the air.
In simplicity, there is a song from the ocean of the mind.
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Get a little understanding
Light up countless glittering and translucent lights
Bright Delingha's little warmth
In the world of mortals, there is a nostalgia.
There won't be too much sadness
Warm feelings, a wisp.
Can also melt a cold heart.
Even if you want to go to the roadside.
Scenery, there will be beautiful spring waves in your eyes.
Then the reunion and parting on the road of life.
It can also be a rolled-up and unfolded landscape in life.
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Accompanied by flying snowflakes
I also thought of the spring in Xining next year.
Stand among the flowers and look out.
In the green forest in the distance, there must be
One by one, clever
Tail up, full of white feelings.
A landscape will be beautiful because of the snow all over the sky
Dance square dance and swing with open arms.
The soul approaches the blue sky as a bird.
As soon as I reached out, I touched the smiling clouds.
Yes, it's so casual.
Floating modern poetry 9 a piece of green grass that will never drift away
wisteria
Sitting by the window from spring to summer
A wisp of wind
The helplessness of leaning midnight coolness.
Reluctant to part with the purple, cold and red warmth of spring.
In the fleeting time of circling the tree three times.
Quietly combing the fragments of memory
The drunkenness of pomegranate flowers
In the green scenery.
A heart like an ancient well
Is the sandy jade curtain still brewing?
Still looking forward to breaking up with yesterday's romantic.
Happiness and sadness
Calm and quiet
Curtains like dreams
Indulge in the fragrant night
Sincerity of life
Work and rest in your mobile Mo Yun.
Thinking deeply so far has far-reaching significance.
Close your eyes.
I heard a seed ring the morning bell of life.
Embrace the brocade of spring in Zhao Hui.
Embedded in the horizon of water and sky.
Waiting for the sun to kiss every inch of haggard and wet.
Insomnia person
Sincerely pray for the perfection of life.
In spring, cranes spread their wings.
Smoke in the kitchen is like talking.
The still shadows are heavy, and the lotus fragrance is ten miles.
An oil-paper umbrella looks through the flowing clouds.
Hide the heart of watching clouds in your classics.
You are a romantic poet in the building.
And I approached you in a drunken mood.
Walking into the tenderness of spring as deep as the sea
Yan Ming in my heart.
A pair of missing eyes
Inch by inch.
A green grasshopper that never drifts.
A moon-like time is shallow.
Gone with the Wind Modern Poetry 10 Watch the clouds drift past.
It's those cocoon-covered hands,
Turn the rusty plow,
In the dusty memory,
Casual fatal blow.
Think of the flowers at that time,
Thinking of the storm at that time,
At that time, I thought I was young and confused.
I think it's silly and cute,
Biting on a scabbed wound,
Erosion of numb muscles and bone marrow,
Pain is more painful than sprinkling salt.
Green night,
Tears streamed down her face,
Wet the white paper, blur the ink,
The stars are falling and the neon is scattered, and all is silent.
Some people are still leaning on the shore,
Singing in a low voice,
The Millennium is frost, and ...
Reciprocating stories,
The eternal theme,
The protagonist of the achievements of the years.
The curtain will eventually fall,
At the end of the song,
Witness for a moment, give up!
A century of commitment,
Can't be interpreted as an endless soap opera.
Off-line coast, turn the hour hand,
Even a blade that goes through your fingertips,
Stabbed the heart again,
Stand up, open the window,
Let the sun shine in,
Without burning clouds,
But the sky is full of rosy clouds.