It is raining.
Brother Yu gently landed on the roof.
Accompany the symphony for us
Brother Yu landed gently on the leaves.
Play percussion for us
Brother Yu gently landed on my head.
Hold a concert for me
The earth is bathed in music.
Flower flower
It is raining.
Raindrops fall one by one.
Xiaocao Xin Kai Xi Tou
The earth has turned green.
Hua er Xin kai Xi mian
Laugh one's face red
The tree is happy to take a bath.
Green leaves clap their hands and sing.
The earth is intoxicated with joy.
Flower flower
It is raining.
Raindrops come to visit with the wind.
Rain moistened the garden.
Flowers are touching and beautiful.
The rain flooded the river.
Fish and shrimp happily chase and play games.
Rain irrigated the rice fields.
The farmers' harvest is full of joy.
The earth is immersed in joy.
It is raining.
Tick tock tick tock
Xixi Xi
An umbrella is like a piano.
Raindrops are like notes.
Rain falls on the umbrella.
Playing, playing.
Play a beautiful melody
It is raining. Zhang Modern Poetry II
Both of us/both of us
Holding a lovely little umbrella
Walking on the elegant willow embankment
It was our first love.
Now, love is mature.
Yangliudi, it
Still so lonely
Gently touch yesterday's pain
A healed wound
An itchy feeling
I just know that the pain of having a lover is happiness.
Raindrops on the umbrella
How fragile it is.
We haven't wetted our diaries yet.
Submerged in dust
There is no trace of history.
Prove yourself
I have loved and hated.
After that, a wisp of cloud melted.
Hide quietly in the clouds
be all tears
Sing the bitterness of this year and this month
Envy you both.
Finally have a happy home.
It is raining. Modern Poetry 3 I'm sure it's not spring.
March is near, just cross the river.
Street lamp, open an early letter.
The drizzle in front of me and the fog behind me
That cave made me ashamed to choose.
And you, however, are farther away than anyone.
So, I really remember autumn.
There is no trace of winter snow, and the geese are silent.
The forest will no longer hand over any secrets.
Only the sound of rain drifted by.
Turn into a crop with ears of wheat
Maybe it becomes warm wind.
It's raining, whose tears are dancing in pain?
Partridge, the place we talked about.
Survival, its songs are not translated.
A pontoon bridge or a mythical pontoon bridge?
Accurate password
Such a metaphor
Wear a black coat at night
The curtain by the window was lifted.
A whisper, I can't sleep.
Fall into the night and become a sewing needle.
This lamp is twisted into silk thread.
Put loneliness in my eyes.
Close the window-
Homesick moon button.
Nailed to the heart socket
Today, February 5th, your poem.
The docked blue boat has been lonely for a season.
Now that the snow has melted, the paddles are flapping like birds.
Today, February 5th, your poem.
Out of the river, sparkling.
This fish is called "Ru" in my heart.
Finally swam across the ice in1February.
Will cherish the words one by one.
To the ferry in spring, even your appearance.
"Bai Causeway willow curtain, watery for many years ..."
Today, February 5th, your poem.
Anyway, it's a call from home.
Those raindrops are like surging tears.
Why don't you put this season's river
Fill it up, and then fill it up.
Wait until next spring, when the green is willows and peaches.
Love warms the world.
Imagine Adam
I rested my head on his shoulder.
So he became a myth.
That oak tree, I became a branch.
Little full moon, birds are destined to live.
A piece of moonlight hangs over happiness.
I don't want to wake up from my early morning dream.
Adam, he reduced mankind to walking on the road.
When you cross the river, you want to talk to the fish when you see them.
He climbed the mountain and wanted to talk to the birds when he saw them.
Even if he is angry, he must look like a child.
Adam used to be a poet, and life is just like now.
In the mind of another poet
Can't sit still