Modern Poetry in Early Summer 1
The stone path is like a stream with numerous branches and flowers, and the mountains are covered with red flowers and rain.
Like misty clouds, the place is blurred, and summer comes late.
The grass sings in harmony
Looking far away at the purple mist flying over the Huashan Mountains, and up close looking at the beautiful water reflected in the clouds.
The slanting path crosses the cloud road, and the gentle breeze sighs at the return of the swallows.
The pipa is silent and the jade is left behind
The air surrounds the mist and locks the purple clouds, and the stone path is far away from each other.
It’s not the fallen heroes competing for color, but the morning glow peeking through the mountains.
Lotus leaves jade in June
Summer comes late, and the purple air comes from the east.
A touch of fallen eagles and peach blossoms bloom all over the mountain.
People from the mountains of Longnan leave their jade
The sound of cicadas is heard in the wind, and the lotus flowers are blooming in the light rain.
The remaining red leaves have faded away, and spring is fading away, and Qinglan is locked in the mountains again.
The full moon leaves jade in the west tower
The morning sun shines through the smoke, making the mountains dim and colorful.
The secluded path leads to the sky and the cloud road, where can the fairy music reach my ears?
Godyes Leaves the Jade
The winding path is pierced by white clouds in the distance, and the smoke is as dense as the snow and cold;
The green and purple flower branches appear at the lower part, and you can watch carefully and slowly go down the mountain. forward.
The desert wind leaves jade in its wake
The hut is hidden on the cliff, and the winding path is surrounded by thousands of trees and flowers.
Where does the light smoke go? There is no need to praise the fragrance.
Modern Poetry in Early Summer 2
This summer seems to be very hot
The cattail fan is swaying
The forest has lost its normal state
The eyes are getting redder and red
A baby over one year old, toddling
A stone stung the soles of his feet
He frowned, dumbfounded< /p>
But people laughed uproariously
The inexplicable bugs were uninteresting
They were swinging around in the woods
Landing on their heads and necks Inside, on the clothes
Being beaten to death, the blue intestines and stomach
After a winter and spring of savings, the ditch grew many loaches and yellow meal< /p>
Retired Lao Huang is full of interest
Use a shovel to dig during the day and use a lamp to shine at night
Accidentally made several gaps in the playground
The leader is talking to him Early Summer Modern Poetry 3
The moonlight last night
Like stars falling from the sky
When the wind blows from my window
Because the lights are still on, the lights are on
In the charming night
It is like a few drifting fishing fires
You can imagine our The cabin
The wind of early summer
Like a small boat being pushed forward
Like greetings from all directions
A strange and romantic turn< /p>
Become the core of perfection
The most important gentleness is to arrive as scheduled
Elegant creativity is the reason for flying
Know that we Summer
It will never wither
The delicate youth
It is the fiery red pomegranate flower
In the immortal poem Shining golden face
Eyes in the sky
Sometimes the light shines too brightly
The courtyard with music under the willows at night
Sisters among the flowers Qiu Qian
Seeing through the empty world
Letting go of old dreams and false reputations
Being able to sit in the sound of the piano all the time
Conquering the flowing water, Do you want to cede the green hills?
I wonder: Where are the smoke and clouds going?
We talk about the cause and effect in the world
Until the dew reveals everything
Light Dialogue between Fu and himself
Departure, wandering, far away
The last nomad
The last fisherman
Living with the water
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Listen to a different accent
Change in different clothes
Taste a different aroma of tea
A lifetime of time
< p> You can still focus on the excitement of several lifetimesThe dark clouds are gradually thinning
Escape piece by piece
Jump out of the round window of the moon
Beautiful And the quiet accumulation of water
On the fresh mud wall
The grass begins to grow
Every earthen door is new
They are all as clean and quiet as acacia flowers
The window paper is silent
Like a blank envelope
Let all stories begin
Full of fragrance and surprise
To step on the red cherries left in spring
And keep smiling
My mind is filled with quietly blooming flowers
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Wheat in early summer
The wind never understands the language of flowers
Stranded water bank
Full of flowers and my waiting
It's the early summer wind you gave me. Modern Poetry in Early Summer 4
Accompanied by colorful clouds, the setting sun
Reluctant to set,
But as the night falls, Firmly
Hang firmly.
The bright moon has been there for a long time
It has been hanging in her field for a long time.
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That is___my destiny.
The moonlight, calmly
calmly cuts the shadows of the trees,
evokes the sound of barking dogs.
The fragrance of green wheat blows,
The gentle wind blows away.
I sat down with fatigue,
The sensible Fatong stretched out his hand,
Silently
Silently filled my glass of wine .
Meditating, bathing
Bathing in the moonlight:
Didn’t the new willows just turn green?
The poplar catkins have just drifted by,
The spring breeze has just laughed,
The peach blossoms have just laughed.
What? Why?
The apricot tree in the yard has fruit.
Night, in the night in the distance
Is it a migratory bird? I vaguely tried the string rope.
A moment of moonlight trembles,
Let the stars, let the stars
urge a few drops of thoughtful dew to fall.
A wisp of spring breeze,
It’s a wisp of spring breeze that brings me back to my senses,
I miss my calm cheek for a moment.
The clouds of spring,
The wind of spring,
The sunset of spring, come
Let’s toast to the bar.
It’s not me, really
It’s not me
I have to give up,
It’s summer,
Yes Summer has really arrived.