There are cold wind and cold murals hanging on the shore.
Sun, when will you come out?
The whole prosperous autumn has forgotten its original baldness.
It's dawn Maybe there is no way forward.
Even if it's dark, crawl for it.
Freedom is also called Chen's defense line.
Can't reach inner cowardice
The shadow of kindness is always reflected on me when I am depressed.
Those remaining stays are still untenable.
The whole white-gray building is not so hypocritical.
Comfortable nights are not so sleepy.
How many worries are there in my heart?
When can we meet again?
In this lonely angle
I wait for my pity.
That accidental meeting
Aroused my reverie and memories.
"Should we be together?"
I don't want to lose my sense of security
Because I have been intoxicated with the simple situation.
drink
I hope there is such a scene.
That cold ice can't cool the plot of the last enchantment.
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!
On July 3, 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 4th 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 in July The sunshine in May is pure.
The sky is blue at noon.
Sunshine care, sunshine love
China is full of rivers and mountains.
Body, mind, city and country
Everything is silently grateful.
Ten thousand people sincerely thank you.
Due to the deep immersion and baptism of the sun
Crops and trees on yellow and black soil
Mountain spring, life, love legend, dream
Cheer up one by one and disperse the fragrance of the sun.
Sunshine gives us happiness.
Great truth, goodness and beauty.
Whether it's dusty or flooded
China people's bodies are full of sunshine.
The sun is shining overhead.
* * * The producer is like the sun.
Thousands of generations shine on us.
What could be happier than this?
Working in the sun creates dancing and singing.
In the prosperity of cities and villages
The fast horse of time carries gold.
March towards a well-off society in China.
No one can be more real than us
Optimistic, peaceful and open-minded.
Sowing and harvesting of scientific research reform
The years of China people are unconventional.
Our quality is through hard-working hands.
Flashing and flashing
For wealth and love.
We don't have any extravagant hopes
Sprinkle hard sweat day after day.
Just give sunshine one by one.
Once a year, for life.
Bloom in the hearts of1300 million people.
Modern Poetry July 6th 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.
Modern Poetry in July 7 These days are in a mess.
I don't remember what I can give to July.
I really want to write a poem.
Send it to July
Put anxiety, sultry and damp into poetry.
also
Mosquito bite
The harassment of flies
Send it all to July
Don't call me selfish.
I really want to let go of everything
Rush into the rain
Wash away the sweat and strange smell from me.
Just like the rain in July on the lotus in July.
It is so free and easy to drip from the lotus.
Sometimes it hails.
Pierce my frozen shell
Although there is some pain
But I heard it.
Frog's song
see
Dragonfly's dance
How can you regret what you have today?
Yesterday.
Never thought about it.
I only know running in July.
Running in the rain in July
I don't want to be demanding.
I gave it to July.
July does not belong to me.
I belong to July.
Modern Poetry 8 July Farewell to June and July in the hot summer.
It ushered in the warm sunshine in September mixed with a hint of autumn wind.
At that moment, we entered the university with a heavy and happy heart.
From this moment on, our college life began.
I still remember that night after the college entrance examination, I drank myself to death because of something.
Then I will sleep until one or two.
I remember what I did when I was in a daze.
The next morning, my head still hurt so much.
Because I was going by car, I ate something hastily, packed my clothes and got ready to go.
Finally, my aunt asked us to sleep until noon.
It was already afternoon when I found him.
I had a wonderful week at his house,
I almost forgot the purpose of coming to Wuhan directly after the college entrance examination.
I told myself that I came to look for a job, not to exercise myself.
June 13 found a job,
The work place is a hotel in Xiaqian East Village, Xiongchu Avenue, Wuchang.
The next day, my work officially began.
I regret being taken to that dormitory, and I don't want to do it.
I want to leave, call my classmate and tell him that I felt so useless at that time.
Tears fell down, and he comforted me to calm down and do my first job well.
Because when I first went there was nothing, I had to buy everything.
This makes me feel very funny, laughing at myself that the outside world is too simple.
I don't know how many times I cried secretly in the first few days of working there.
Get familiar with the surrounding environment, colleagues around you,
I'm relieved to have friends. I wrote a lot of diaries when I worked there.
It's all in my mobile phone, and I miss it in retrospect.
When I resigned, he didn't know how sad he was until he left the hotel.
Because of my good friend Cao. So many colleagues.
I will never forget your concern and help when I have a cold and fever.
Although there are many disappointments, there is nothing I can do. There is only one chance.
That work experience taught me a lot,
Let me understand how difficult it is to ask for money.
Having no money will make people bully and look down upon them.
Let me know that sometimes apologizing is useless,
Let me know that no matter how hard it is,
Without these hardships, there will be later sweetness.
Only by unremitting efforts will there be a bright tomorrow and future.
I was very happy when I got my salary.
Because at least I didn't give up.
Finally let me know that my friend is always by my side,
Zhuo, we will always be brothers, Sai, and you will always be my sister.
Dear friends, we will be friends for life.
(We are still good friends)
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 if
It's not the red flag.
How can there be today?
Magnificent mountains and rivers
if
It's not a single spark, it can start a prairie fire.
How can there be today?
A happy and healthy life
if
Not that kind of tenacious belief.
How can there be today?
Brilliant China
Red July
We use the wave of red flags.
Gorgeous dress
A magical land between heaven and earth
Red July
We use passion like fire.
raise one's voice in song
Immortal hymn of the century
Red July
We use affectionate pen and ink
write
Xx years is a hard journey.
Dust of the years
You can't hide your eternal youth
facial features
A long historical process
You can't get rid of what you are fighting for.
perform
Pioneers and descendants
Have a glorious belief.
-China * * * producer.
In difficult times
You are an eternal fire.
Spread hope in the heart
in ordinary times
You are an ever-burning lamp.
Guide the pace of progress
therefore
This hymn
Sing for you for xx years
I didn't sing enough.
therefore
The heart lamp lit by you
burning life
light
Red China.
Flaming July