Rain Modern Poetry 1 I am standing in the rain.
The rain came as scheduled.
Moisten or moisten seedlings in the field
Indus, banana drops
Tell the mood ......
Who is on the high railing?
The marks are still there.
Time flow memory crossing
Behind the figure of robes and sleeves
A heavy little yellow flower
Slip quietly through your fingers ......
A wet heart on the mountain road
Spread out like shadows.
An ancient temple hidden by rocks and trees.
Only cornices are exposed.
Accompanied by the cold sound of wooden fish. ......
A shepherd boy in a hat rides on the back of an ox.
Passing through Xinglin in the drizzle
A man who breaks his soul with a branch in his hand.
Ariadne line ......
The old courtyard in my hometown is overgrown with weeds.
Under the eaves is the coolness of the blue tiles.
Everything has a promising beginning.
and
An endless path ......
I stood in the rain.
In the jungle of reinforced concrete
You can't just look at the ancients and the newcomers.
Colorful colors and
A mixed voice
I stood in the rain.
Heartbreak overflowed from the fundus.
Close your eyes and listen. ......
"Rain" Modern Poetry 2 Night Rain
Precious thoughts
open
Thinking of your June.
night
windiness
And the curved moon.
The wind blows
The mood of love
Moon reflection
My haggard face
last night
A rain
get wet
My lonely little window
I don't know your distance
Really?
Romance in the fine rain
Frozen June
Thousands of miles away
remote
Miss you
Beautiful maiden
Gentle appearance
Rain Modern Poetry 3 Summer Rain
I don't know how the sun annoys the clouds.
Tears of sadness poured down.
Pottery rivers, flat land and stagnant water
The rainwater that can't be discharged is poured into the house.
Your enthusiasm and hospitality are unbearable.
The crops in the field are swaying in hot water.
The full river released the fish.
The raging river is full of weeds and blocked by culverts.
Your tenderness is left to the grass in spring.
In summer, your willfulness releases your emotions.
A small umbrella can't stand your beating.
The tree with leaking roots wobbled in the dream.
I wonder if you have become cute after the baptism of summer?
I have enjoyed the hardships of spending crazy days in the sewer.
After the passion, it will return to dullness.
Xia Yu expects kindness and love.
Rain Modern Poetry 4 Rain
The rain fell on the ground without a trace.
So it's been falling,
Beating the ground drop by drop.
Trying to prove its existence to people.
Rain, please come to my window,
Wash the dust off my window.
Rain, please clean my cup.
Let me see a clear and new world.
Rain, please fall in my palm,
Take me out of sleepless nights,
Let this impetuous heart gradually calm down,
Let this wandering soul settle down.
Rain, please fall on my head,
Take away those fantasies and ideas,
Rain, let my tears turn into your rain,
So that I can no longer struggle and heartache.
Rain, please hit my face,
Take away my anxiety and desire,
So that I can live in peace from now on,
Let me be satisfied and walk the rest of my life lightly.
"Rain" Modern Poetry 5 A Rain
Tick-tock, it died as soon as the rain fell, but that was its most beautiful moment.
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Dark clouds covered my heart and eyes.
Let me not see the gorgeous world.
Until it thundered.
Take me to earth.
Where do I want to go?
Sea, forest, river, mountains and rivers?
These are so boring
Can I put it on the baby's forehead?
Make him like naughty raindrops
Can I pour it on a girl's hairpin?
Let the young man in the back give her an umbrella quickly.
Can it be sown in the field after a long drought?
Let the villagers be overjoyed
It's a pity that I am a drop on the road.
Cold concrete floor.
A bicycle passed by.
A pool of muddy water
Emergent memory
The afterglow of the sunset strung raindrops on the leaves on the roadside.
Like yellow pearls.
A little girl stared at the tree quietly.
smile
I gradually lost all the colors.
tomorrow
I am with the sun.
reborn
"Rain" Modern Poetry 6 "Mother in the Rain"
Mother's Day is a warm festival.
I like her warm and sweet taste.
It's a good day for love.
But I cried quietly.
I also received warm wishes from the children.
Surrounded by her crystal clear love, burning.
But who should I express it to?
Is such a warm day a coincidence?
It is raining. It doesn't rain much.
But enough to touch my mind.
The biggest pain is that they are not far from you.
And you are full of love and care, but there is nowhere to express it.
Tears washed away the growing fragments again and again.
The child held me in his arms again and again.
Express her truest and most mellow love.
I secretly wiped away tears over and over again.
Rolling thunder is like my restless thoughts.
Lightning is my last line of defense.
Rain from small to heavy to heavy rain.
Like my painful and helpless thoughts.
Is about to become an impulse
Rush in front of you
My thoughts and my love.
Along with my efforts and sadness.
Pour it all out. Pour it all out.
Don't ask what will happen tomorrow.
So what if you're black and blue?
What's wrong with fragmentation?
Really? Is it okay?
If I were the same stubborn girl yesterday
If I still have that rebellious youth
If I were the same sharp-edged girl yesterday,
Maybe I will. I really will.
Not now. Not now, really.
I can't take advantage of a person's happiness
Deprive a family of peace.
I can't take advantage of a person's selfishness
Increase the pain of another family.
Some scars can only be shared, not shared.
Let me in this warm day.
Silently send my thoughts and blessings to you.
Let me in this carnation fragrant day.
Silently send my thoughts and blessings to you.
Let me lie alone on a warm spring night.
Let the tears flow freely
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I love you.
I just wish you all the best.
The rain still hurts.
Tears on mother's day
"Rain" Modern Poetry 7 April Rain
The rain in April came earlier than before.
It's raining heavily. The rain curtain is deep.
Like a chain
Lock the water drops outside the window
Look out through the glass
My hometown is very humid.
My heart is wet, too
The opposite mountain is empty. Grass and tree
Grow quietly at your feet
Accidental wind
Blow away the true colors
The distance of a piece of paper
Shorten it with a pair of eyes.
A road full of sadness
Through Lan Song.
It's a group of children who haven't had time to grow their teeth.
Touch a tomb full of inscriptions
A butterfly without memory in the air
I'm looking for the holy spirit of my ancestors. face
Reflected in the green mountains and green waters, this rainy season is vivid.
There is bound to be a heavy rain in April this year.
I haven't seen it for years.
But I still come every year.
Holding a pile of clean paper, hanging on the heads of ancestors.
Then put on the fruit chrysanthemum
Pour a glass of wine and burn paper money.
Relieve loneliness in heaven
Between the grave and the grave.
Far apart, but also very close.
On the branches, crows kept barking.
Light the heart lamp with pious thoughts
In memory.
There is a gurgling sound.
A turbulent river
"Rain" Modern Poetry 8 Summer Rain
Summer rain is always so sad.
Sad rainy season is always accompanied by sad rain arrival, and sad rain always floats to sad hearts.
The clear sky suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao.
My heart began to be sad.
Tears can't stop falling, my heart always hurts, and I don't know where to go.
The wind and rain attack people, the air is filled with sadness, and the faint wind blows up the faint sadness.
My heart is really tired. I don't know when I can stop to have a rest. I don't want to think about it. I just want to close my eyes and sleep quietly.
The cold breath in the air faded gently, and the warm breath came to my face! A touch of sadness is so warm.
The sunset is like a remnant, picturesque and poetic!
Peach blossoms dance all over the sky, long white dresses, laughter for thousands of years, infatuation! Love and hate for a thousand years, love is back.
Where to go, white clothes dance all over the sky, the world is peaceful, and ten blood is full.
There will always be a tired day in my heart. Let go of your heart when you are tired, and don't let it wither.
Love and hate a thousand years, hate (100 million) years, and love is long. Who hurts who cries for whom.
Worry (idle) years, who cares.
Summer is always worrying, it is always raining, and who cares about who cares about who in the long night.
If you also love writing, music and making friends.
Then please add me.
Cold gives you a warm harbor.
"Rain" Modern Poetry 9 Rain
( 1)
It is raining in the distance.
It is raining in the distance.
Return to Myanmar
They all carry umbrellas.
Everyone knows that this is love.
I go far away.
Hold the umbrella in advance.
Everyone laughed at me.
I'm so heartless
(2)
A small umbrella
A small umbrella
The girl turned around happily.
Throw the umbrella into your eyes.
Divided into four miles and five parts
Have a pair of eyes.
Fly to the top
Heavy-duty pressed umbrella
I can't turn it.
(3)
One back is enough.
A shadow
As long as there is love
Let amorous eyes
Enough to enjoy life.
look of expectation
In the dry season
Drip rain
One back is enough.
(4)
Be wet by the rain
We agreed.
Meet by the river
[When the appointment is made] (Let's) be there or be there.
It rained that night.
At the dating place
An umbrella was prepared for her.
Seeing each other, she cried with injustice.
Wet clothes are hard to hold.
(5)
The hair has turned white.
Black hair dyed with ink
It rains like yarn
Fall full of pursuers' wishes
Make your hair more chic.
Every filament will fall off.
You lost a wish.
When the body turns to nature
The hair has turned white.
(6)
Became a crutch in his later years
She and I are lovers.
Every forest
Every road
Kiss us.
When you relive your youth
He helped me.
I helped her.
Lovers become crutches in their later years.
(7)
Green scent
Fragrant grass without flowers
Only a wisp of fragrance.
Lying on the lawn
You can smell the green fragrance.
Lie down and look at the blue sky.
Let the thoughts in my heart go
Hold up the fragrance of green.
Melt in the blue sky
(8)
Sweet Charity
The road is the line spectrum of life.
Leaves are the notes of life
The house is black and white keys.
Wind and rain are the melody of life.
Wireless will
Let the keys put each note
In a stormy life
Play the melody of life
(9)
Please proceed with caution.
To avoid ear tracking.
Walk past my mother's window with her.
Take a heavy step
They are all light when they land.
That must be the attachment of youth.
Maybe mom has heard it.
But we remained silent.
Lighten the pace of love
( 10)
Loneliness in my heart
The emptiness in my heart
No one's monopoly
A field without an admirer
Spend it on beauty and loneliness.
My heart is open.
Although the flowers are full
Because there are no appreciators.
It is my heart that is lonely and desolate.
Rain Modern Poetry 10 In the Rain
Waiting for you is like waiting for a rain.
I am waiting for a rain, waiting for you in the rain.
Jiangnan misty rain is like ink painting,
I miss your mood,
I miss your melancholy.
Hazy is the worry of the sky in the past.
The drizzle awakens faded memories.
//
Want to meet you again in the rain,
Want to sketch for you in the rain.
Write your bright smile into your heart,
Write the scenery around you in the picture.
Mix the vitality of new green and color,
Decorated in your watery eyes,
Let the beauty of the moment be fixed in the eternity of missing.
//
How I wish I could meet you again in the rain,
That drizzle is my spoony tears,
In the sentimental season, I can't restrain my sadness.
While waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall,
I can't stop whispering my thoughts.
If we can wait until the Millennium,
Poetry becomes an encounter under an oil-paper umbrella,
I would like to hold an umbrella for you and go far hand in hand with you.
Go on a stormy journey with you until sunset.
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Will a season of misty rain wither the flowers on strangers?
A flying petal may miss your pain,
The longing for memory can be found in Pingping's poems.
The wish of not getting old is waiting for you in the rain,
In anticipation, I miss your dream all my life in confusion.
Perhaps it is the scenery of the years,
Constant is always persistent love in the rain.
//
Waiting alone for an unknown rain,
Maybe it's a melancholy figure in the rain lane,
Waiting may be a missed meeting,
Waiting may be a romantic and warm mood,
I wish I could wait for your hand in the rain,
Not the obscurity behind the figure on the horizon.
Rain Modern Poetry 1 1 The wind blows through the rain.
The long and short days have been blown by strong winds, and the unhurried life has been rained.
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The wind blows and the rain blows. You remember, I remember.
From a word, you don't say, I don't say.
But they are all in each other's hearts!
The wind stopped and the rain stopped. You saw it, and so did I.
It just comes from two words, what you said and what I said.
But only in each other's eyes!
This windy summer,
This gentle wind,
Will be branded in your heart and mine.
Always think of it, always think of it. ...
The world is so big,
You and I meet, meet and know each other.
It is also necessary, just for the word,
Round your childhood dreams.
Years have passed,
Singing that rhyme without words,
Elegance and aestheticism in chewing texts.
Flowers bloom silently, and flowers fall silently.
Spring has gone and summer has come. Feel it.
Warm as sunshine, dripping like morning dew.
The flower in your hand, you have one, and I have one.
With the sun and the moon, the days passed silently. You believe it, and so do I.
With the cicada singing, summer has come. Stay with you, stay with me.
Time goes by quietly, you look at me and I look at you.
Many sun and moon have passed lightly.
Looking for the invisible peach blossom garden is still in the dream,
This flower in your hand and mine,
But in the summer wind, in the rain ...
Rain Modern Poetry 12 Rain in June
Precious thoughts
open
Thinking of your June.
night
windiness
And the curved moon.
The wind blows
The mood of love
Moon reflection
My haggard face
last night
A rain
get wet
My lonely little window
I don't know your distance
Really?
Romance in the fine rain
Frozen June
Thousands of miles away
remote
Miss you
Beautiful maiden
Gentle appearance