Modern Poetry Walking in the Rain

You are like a Yun Lan.

You are like a strong wind.

Street trends with floating heads

You walk gently against the wind.

go slow

Grey robe

Around a clean long white towel.

A round of gold glasses

Holding a greasy yellow paper umbrella

With a brown and yellow book.

Ordinary and simple, a pillar of breeze.

Your whereabouts are all along the way.

You stand quietly at the estuary of the coast.

Looking back on Xuan Mo's life facing the rippling lake.

Look for shadows all the way and shout out your heart.

Dark fragrance hides wind and rain.

Long time no see. Late love.

Keep knocking on your heart

Attack the depths of the soul

The mountains are shrouded in mist.

Think deeply and express your feelings.

Forget the scenery along the way.

I forgot whether it rained or it was over.

Hanging in the air will also bend a rainbow

I forgot the richness of the mountains in late autumn.

Rhododendrons are everywhere.

How far is the road at the foot of the coast?

You insist silently.

The thought standing there

Fly over the mountains and wind chimes

Mao Mao's rainy reverie.

Look at it affectionately.

Looking at the distance affectionately

Looking at the sea in the distance, the curtains are empty.

On the other side is a fiery wind chime.

Burning red

Think deeply

Whispering affectionately, daydreaming about Feifei

Bean rain pounded the umbrella.

Xiao Feng's swaying body.

Your affection, your feelings

Will burn the maple forest with these people.

The fallen leaves were buried after the rain.

Listen to the coming of winter.