fall/drop off
Forging stubborn tall fescue
Like melting a piece of iron.
Melt the shadows scattered on the ground and hide them in
The despair in the traveler's pupil.
Road expansion
Despair is more desperate.
In the turbulent blue of the sky, it was tempered into a sword.
Stir up the veins stood out in the city
The air is white
The black spine emits black light.
Standing on the rising floor.
Suck in the tender leaves of newborn peach trees.
I climbed in July, praying for survival like an earthworm.
The soil of time is rolling.
Leave a few tired scars
The cicada in the tree is very noisy and uneasy.
Like every fan—
Dance steps with wings driving the wind
Crush the body of this life!
On July 2nd, modern poetry propped up the dawn of July.
Use the water from South Lake.
Carrying the hope of a country.
Set out in the dark
Split the fetters of Jiaxing
Sail the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.
Leap over the Great Wall
Deep in the choppy history
Meet blood spill.
Singing in July
Walk through rough mud
Scream in July
With blood and fire
The firmness of hammer sickle
Raise the oath of July
Burning the fire that created the world.
From Nanhu to Jinggangshan
Bravely and faithfully
Light a spark
Thunder that set off Nanchang uprising
Spread 25 thousand Li of rice paper
With the color of life
Describe the fire in Sidu Chishui.
Write an epic manifesto
Red snow-capped mountains and grasslands
Long tassels of anger
Pregnant in the northeast in July
Listen to the sad songs on the Songhua River.
Blood and tears of soybeans and sorghum
Moisturizes the north and south of the river
The soul of the red Nanjing compatriots.
Finally, the fire spread to the other side of Yanhe River.
Set off the Yellow River tide.
Light an anti-Japanese bonfire
Shoot the bullet of justice
An unyielding image
Return my oath of mountains and rivers
Boiling in July
Pick up the memory of July
Record a difficult voyage
Wipe away the dried blood.
Create a red sky
Leggings made of coarse cloth
Belief in dressing up as blood
Wrapped in a bright red dream
Flags with hammers and sickles hung high.
Embedded in a red box
Fluttering with unrepentant piety
July, July.
How many bones are dying?
Weave a brand-new totem of the Chinese nation
Fly the wings of July
High-spirited and enterprising pride
Water the red dream that haunts the soul.
Praise the indomitable spirit of a nation.
The dignity of independence
Into the Great Wall of China.
hammer and sickle
Great achievements carved in July
Continue the longing for revival.
Review the story of spring
Consolidate the sanctity of strengthening the country and enriching the people
With life and blood
Set up a monument.
Do not disgrace the mission of rejuvenating the country.
Hold up the rosy clouds in July
Clouds and breezes in July dyed the sky red.
Gather the energy of July.
With five thousand years of massiness.
Continue to write the magnificent epic of July
The passion of landing on the moon for nine days
In the light of July
descendants of the dragon
In the light of July
Flying ideals and peace
In the light of July
Surrounded by warmth and brilliance.
In the light of July
Brew the revival of the Chinese nation
In the light of July
Plan a blueprint for a prosperous China.
Decorate 9.6 million square kilometers of scenery
Follow the red road sign
Walk loudly
One-time completion
An unprecedented climb!
I am very weak.
Hide in the shade of an air-conditioned room
Look at the anxious people outside.
neutral
It has already been written in poetry.
In July, people can easily become a piece of ice that is difficult to melt.
I'm scared, too.
The nameless troubles of cicadas
You can't see it.
This is a point of view.
Peeking at all of you
In the days of walking with time
Gradually, I fell behind the trend.
The waves of life no longer sting my nerves.
Hope for what?
Come out on such a day to impress mottled hearts.
The songs in July are too difficult to sing.
The weakness that can't be dragged back
Break my firm will a little.
Eventually, one day, everything will collapse.
At that time, I, what can I do with the broken?
In the image, I have fixed myself as a declining turtle.
The hardest thing is to let others enjoy it outside.
The softest one is inside, leaving it to cry.
foremost
Is used to mourning everything alone.
What I can do is
To lose pain is to give up fate.
Pave a road to freedom for yourself.
It's easy to wait alone.
The courage to wait for failure.
Die slowly in courage.
The life of seclusion is also waiting.
On the 4th of July, the sun burns excess fat.
The bloated mountain flowers began to slim down.
Stay away from the river
A pile of weeds withered from hunger.
The chubby green face gradually appeared.
Pathological yellowing
Danger! Clouds from afar
Covering the burning throat like paper.
In the forest, the songbirds lost their rhythm.
Cicadas have lost their grace.
Qingquan, who sang a love song alone, only sang half.
stop
There is no tonality when singing again.
July, still young.
Only a few weeping willows are white by the pond.
Crow's feet only climbed halfway along the bark.
Turn over a new leaf.
In July, the charm still exists.
There are romantic butterflies under the pomegranate skirt
Wandering, the bees in the flower heart are going back and forth.
There are still hungry poets running around.
July, slowly lost its splendor.
It can also lure a fireworks wind and commit crimes.
I just left.
Trees are ripe and doomed to fall.
Has been disabled.
Which eyes are groaning and looking for teeth?
Event, or
This shouldn't have happened.
All in July.
This dreary world of fireworks
Modern poetry is on July 5th of this season.
Let me tell you politely.
Miss you has become a habit.
A bunch of beautiful flowers.
Such as gouache in July
By the sea? Whispering
Summer broken words
Purple melancholy
Just for the fate of July.
It's hard to say.
My eyes point to the blue sky.
Appreciate the real shadow
Blue summer night
Whose kindness is it?
Drunk, I miss you like a candle.
Acacia Millennium
Stay, in poor words.
Some broken chapters. Such as flowing wind
Waiting for Guazhou Ferry
Miss the original simple happiness
Flowers, dipped in your name.
Strolling in the sky of my hometown
I remembered the charm of that little room.
Besides, the people I kissed.
Meeting you is my fate.
Sister, you are the tender flower in my hand.
Can you listen to my heart in July?
This is a poetic sleeping soul.
Or the flame in July.
Put forgotten memories
Burn like summer flowers
Gentle and affectionate
Modern Poetry On July 6th, in the hot July,
The flame travels between urban and rural areas and between rural areas.
Flowers, grass, little green creatures
Stand up in the hot sun
Sip the cool soil.
Willing to show and express.
The space in July promoted the maturity of gold.
Decorate the fashion of life with colorful umbrellas.
In an elegant competition.
Enjoy the beauty of summer.
Invest at the beginning
Illuminate the history of a day
* noon in hot summer.
I tasted the coolness of cold drinks with you.
The cicada happily calls for noon.
The flower's chest swells very, very big.
The breeze stirred patches of green leaves.
You said it would be nice to have summer all the year round.
Cars in the street chase each other.
Only the red light makes them pay attention to each other.
Several people are working hard on the scaffolding.
In this hot noon
I really want to send them ice to enjoy.
When noon fills my heart
The body is suffering from hot flashes
Delicate and shiny forehead.
The sun leans against the building.
The glass window is full of light.
I will accompany you to see the scenery.
Modern Poetry July July, a familiar summer.
Warm and cold, happy and sad seasons.
I thought the beginning was over, maybe the end has just begun.
There were clouds in the sky at that time, and I imagined migratory birds in the distance.
There are no stars in the night sky, but I can enjoy the starlight.
Believe in happiness and you will get happiness. Happiness is like a toddler being led by me.
Wake up from sleep and walk in the rain that an umbrella can't cover.
Every step seems to be treading on waves.
Time will change the distance, become longer or shorter.
The only thing that won't be, stay.
In July, in the evening, by the river
Black dress, slender figure
Hot and dry mood, still hot and dry after the cool breeze.
A rain unlike summer, lingering.
The embarrassing weather played up the atmosphere of the whole city.
A teenager who doesn't want to admit defeat has a stubborn back like a dog.
Travel in a strange city.
At that time, in July
I thought I was in love, alone.
I don't think I can forget it, being alone.
Actually, I can't forget it.
I like you, myself.
July Modern Poetry August and July will eventually pass, and the favorite August will eventually come.
All unhappiness will pass and a new life will come.
July, parting July, sad July.
With the continuous rainstorm, a sunny day disappeared in an unforgettable 20xx year.
July, happy July, excited July.
The moment my sister saw the results of the college entrance examination, it was doomed to be unforgettable.
At this point, the career of senior one has come to an end.
I have always refused to believe that I am a high school student.
This year, I have experienced too much.
Grow up, mature, no longer the silly child who believes in fairy tales.
Repeated blows, repeated disappointments,
But I stood up bravely and strongly.
Sometimes, even if you are tired,
But I dare not give up easily, because I don't want to give up any chance to climb.
Senior two, what a distant word, now appears clearly.
It's time to fight.
Look at the people around you, their ideals, Fudan, Zhejiang, Beiwai.
How far is it for me?
Maybe this is the gap.
I have never obeyed the rules and refused to admit defeat.
Now he bowed his head in front of reality.
Too many, but they still evaporated in July in this hot summer.
I hope August, the August I yearn for and the August I like will bring me new touch and new hope!
Modern poetry in July, September and July.
Read the sky silently
A star jumped down.
To the long night
Light a bonfire
Stars dot the night.
Consume bone blood
The tree of the wind realizes its long-cherished wish.
Dedicated branch
July is more than July.
365 sunrise and sunset
Will benefit from the harvest.
The days are ruthless and crazy.
Time is getting younger.
The harvest season in July
Let you miss and remember more than that.
Who gave July life?
I want to be respected.
Send products.
Looking forward to August
At night, carefree bare arms.
Stars, blinking, stand on tiptoe.
Peek through the clouds
The moon, like a pale poem
Without any passion, I covered my veil shyly.
Silently, swear by river, swear by mountain.
Let the sea testify.
August, looking forward to August; Mid-Autumn Festival, looking forward to Mid-Autumn Festival
There are clear nights, faint clouds and twinkling stars.
Open your heart before you speak.
Say, the vastness of the universe, say, the grandeur of celestial bodies.
Say, the vicissitudes of the world, say, the beauty of the world.
Said the satellite was manned, said the dragon was in the sea.
For example, the story of WU GANG and Chang 'e.
The legend about moon cakes, too
Invite everyone
Accompanied by the sound of the wind, the light waves of thunder, the dew of rain, and the osmanthus wine in WU GANG.
Have a banquet in the TV room.
Then, please invite Chang 'e to join us.
Dance lightly and gracefully
Modern poetry in July 10 July, stay fragrant.
Depending on the warm sunshine, my heart flies like a butterfly among the flowers in July.
Looking back, there is the back of your past life.
At the time, I looked at the lush green of the water. I don't know, in the world of mortals, that's where my heart belongs.
In July, I wrote a thoughtful poem with warm love on my pillow.
I am in a collection of poems, salvaging the time of your past life and mine.
The west wind is thin, the old tree is faint, and the heartbroken person is in the end of the world.
Perhaps, it is our past life that doomed our lingering in this life.
I am in the world of mortals, searching hard for your symmetrical figure.
I only hope that although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, and I can feel each other's heartbeat at the end of the world or at the end of the earth.
Or, you can open the window and wait for me in the dim light.
Wait for me, in the streamer of July, we will count the stars in the sky and walk in the dim moonlight.
In July, I will wait for you in time.
Waiting for you, like a lotus flower to solve my troubles.
Waiting for you, walk into my time.
The stars are resting on my pillow tonight. In the bright July, I weave a dream for you.
I hope that in my dream, I have you.