summer Modern Poetry at Night 1 Summer Night
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A moonless summer night
A gloomy day is just around the corner.
Look at the day through the window.
Waiting for your smile to appear.
Looking blankly-happiness?
I only saw the stars falling on the eaves.
Reach out and pick it up.
Scattered with broken memories
The night wind suddenly struck.
Only then did I realize that my cheeks were wet with tears.
two
Put the pillow on the window and stare at the sky.
Loneliness is a person's world
The moon left, but stayed.
Tangled tears and thoughts
Write a letter with pen and hand.
Draw your name and mine.
Write with sincerity and tears
Full of naive ideas
Then I'll let Jade Bird bring it to you.
Tell you: I love you.
three
Fairy tales are as beautiful as snow.
The room is full of pigeons.
Pale feathers
Scattered in every corner of the mountain
Lying on the pillow and looking at the sky with fairy tales.
Tell the moon: I'm going to sleep
The fever will be 4 1 degree tomorrow.
Because all I can think about is you.
I fell asleep thinking about it.
Holding clouds and dreams like cotton
Modern Poetry on Summer Night 2 "Missing on Summer Night"
Cherish the present, live poetically, and record the dribs and drabs of life in words.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the four seasons cycle.
Flowers are similar year after year,
Flowers are full of hearts, and flowers always bear fruit.
Although there is a bleak autumn wind sweeping the leaves,
And the joy of harvesting spring flowers and autumn fruits.
It is even more fragrant and bud-like, enjoying yourself.
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People who know you will cut through the thorns to open the way for you.
There are people who love you with you,
Fireworks curl up every day and watch the sunrise and sunset hand in hand.
Help you all the way, escort and protect;
There are also people who are jealous and disgusted with you to teach you to be strong and brave.
This life is complete.
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Life is getting better every year.
When the flowers bloom and fall,
Falling into the dust can welcome the next flowering period.
Then there is no need to lament depravity and turn charm into mud.
More importantly, we don't have to worry about the incomplete darkness in jathyapple.
Everything has its natural laws.
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I just need a delicate heart, a simple heart for a simple heart.
An all-consuming love in the world of mortals, with a low eyebrow and a smile,
Under the moon, Xia Feng harps and harps, and the river is leisurely.
Whispering softly, without makeup, golden bottles of wine are bright and neon,
E Jiang Xin is a fine brew, light and sweet.
It's also like a Tang and Song poem, with infinite meaning and rhyme. ...