Flowers in May Modern Poetry 1 Flowers in May
Flowers are in full bloom in Yuan Ye in May.
Flowers mask the blood of people with lofty ideals.
In order to save this dying country,
They fought stubbornly against the Japanese.
Today, Northeast China has been dead for four years.
We suffer in pain every day!
I lost my freedom and my job,
Put up with the cruel whip with humiliation!
The enemy's iron hoof crossed the Great Wall,
The Central Plains is still singing and dancing;
Goodwill! "Good neighbors"! Ah! Dirty surrender!
Forget this country, forget us!
I can't help but be filled with anger.
We look forward to this roar;
The roar woke the unfortunate people,
The oppressed shake their fists together!
Flowers in May Modern Poetry 2 Singing Flowers in May
Party, you are sunshine.
I'm a singer,
I want to sing loudly.
Sing the golden sunshine
Singing about our great party,
I'm a painter,
I want to spend money freely,
Depicting the colorful earth,
Describe a great, glorious and correct party.
Party, dear party,
You're the one who cut the waves in Nanhu,
You are the one who lifted Inooka's knife and gun.
You lit up Yan 'an,
It is you who raised the morning sun in Beijing.
Ah, it's you,
You used the salute of Tiananmen Gate,
Ushered in the liberation of the Chinese nation.
Party, dear party,
You bring light,
You brought hope.
You drove away evil,
You drove away the sadness.
The journey of modernization,
It is your lighthouse that guides the way.
Revitalize China,
You blew the horn.
The sun is shining,
What shines is your truth.
This land is beautiful,
It's your flag flying.
Party, dear party,
You are the sunshine,
I am the grass growing to you in the sun.
You are the sunshine,
I am a bud in the sun, open to you.
You are the sunshine,
I am an eagle in the sun, flying to you.
You are the sunshine,
I am a bird, singing loudly in the sun to welcome you.
Party, dear party,
We should cherish today,
Study hard.
We fly to tomorrow,
Make progress.
We're going to the Dragon Palace for treasure hunting,
We will soar in the universe.
We should wake up the sleeping desert,
We are going to explore the infinite treasure.
We want to be the masters of the new century,
Let China in 2 1 century,
Prosperity, prosperity, more prosperity.
Let China in 2 1 century,
Rich and strong, rich and strong, rich and strong.
Party, dear party,
You are the sunshine,
You are the sun in our hearts.
Flowers in May Modern Poetry 3 Flowers bloom in spring.
Winter's lingering eyes, insight into the quilt
Solar terms in spring
Feel the warmth of the spring breeze
The story of melting and freezing season
The intersection of early spring is ready to move.
Bathed in the spring sunshine.
Gentle smile, yellow branches
Publicize one's desires in the sun
Trying to touch the wings of the sun
Greed will last forever.
Buried in spring, it rang the wind chimes of the years.
Looking forward to a colorful flower show.
Let the fields of hope, birds and flowers.
Put on a spring ballet.
At this time, the spring is full.
Has been awakened by the horn of endeavor
The faces of men, women and children
Full of joy, running in the fields.
Put the sleepy mud, muddy forehead
Show a bright smile
Bai Niao xuanwu
Jump on the branches full of green.
Dense crowding
The humble back of the neighbor's aunt
Father said excitedly
Polishing rusted plows and rakes
Open the title page of Spring in the Soil.
Sow green seeds.
In the picture of my hometown, the affectionate land
Blossom colorful poems
Flowers in May Modern Poetry 4 Flowers and Grass
Rose said, you see how charming I am.
The witness of love is worshipped by everyone.
Who dares to neglect me, who can abandon me?
I nodded, laughing now.
Peony said: Look how rich and graceful I am.
Life is the best, cocky.
Who doesn't treat me as a guest of honor and fall for the first step?
I shrugged and smiled.
Clivia said: You see how lofty and self-appreciative I am.
Master of Taste, Fairy in Flower
Who can be more proud than me and not be angry and arrogant?
I frowned and smiled.
There are many colors in the garden.
They are beautiful and charming, competing with each other.
The public also stopped to watch and marveled.
But no one appreciates it or even looks at it.
On the mountain, there is grass everywhere.
Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder in the dark clouds.
The wind roared and the rain poured down.
In an instant, the beautiful garden was destroyed.
Beautiful and charming scattered into mud, the earth is in ruins.
But after the storm, look at the weak grass.
Still able to stand tall and dignified.
Facing the silent mountain
I raised my right hand.
Solemn salute.
Facing the weak grass
I straightened up.
Bow affectionately:
Dashan, you are my brother.
Grass, you are my role model.
Flowers in May Modern Poetry 5 Gardenia
Born in the jasper bush, every spring flowers bloom and fall, and Liu is finished.
After the wheat wave disappears in the chewing of the sickle,
Your heart is full of courtyard green, which is the color at the beginning of your life.
Why, as the days grow, it gradually turns white?
The whole body is white, all the way to the root of the petals.
This white and flawless you,
Your rich fragrance of flowers makes you devote yourself to the love of your life.
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Flowers can quickly fill the room,
It can attract people who wear flowers to attract butterflies, and your life is filled in the air.
The flowering period is short and the years are ruthless.
Life is over when the last scent is exhausted.
Like silkworms and the ashes of candles,
Actually, it's more like a chrysanthemum that died holding incense.
It's just that this warm May drowned your tears.
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The strangest thing is the change of your color, the end of life,
White you, haggard,
Sick body, glowing yellow.
Did you dedicate yourself with the most beautiful things in your life during your stay in Hua Xiren?
And to the point of despair?
I finally understand that beauty is afraid of getting old.
The feeling of youth can't stand the ravages of time.
Knowing this ending clearly, it seems to be your life's mission to release flowers.
At the end of life, you are ugly and don't regret it!
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Gardenia blooms, but you won't see gardenia fall.
The branches die with incense, even though they are gaunt and charming.
When the flowers are completely dispersed, the yellow body turns black.
The mission of life, complete dedication, leaving no trace.
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The change of life is the change of color, without any pretense.
Life's mission, unreservedly dedicated to their youth.
Even if the beauty fades, there is no fragrance left.
Even at the end of life, the beautiful and charming body has become dark and dry.
No regrets in my life. I don't care if that charming face is gradually destroyed.
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I admire you, destroyed by wind and rain,
As time goes by, you can't change your original intention!
My broken heart, you, would rather haggard your charming face and still have no regrets.
Smell your youth and soak your essence.
Gardenia, my dream girl.
Instead of pursuing results, what we do is dedication, without any show-off and ostentation.
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My heart aches for you, just for the life I love,
Once in love, passion burns completely.
The pursuit of life will be interpreted vigorously and incisively.
Misty rain, time flies,
Your youth, my thoughts and feelings!
Love doesn't need results, just for the passion of this moment!
Flowers in May Modern Poetry 6 Morning Glory
Ipomoea nil
Purple dream
When it comes out of your speaker.
Crystal dew
Still on your vine, swing, swing, swing.
Ipomoea nil
I caught it.
The vibration between your branches
I didn't say the wind.
I said, this is a flower.
Have a cordial conversation with another flower.
Ipomoea nil
Smoke from the kitchen came out of the house.
People in the yard
Clean up.
It's a fresh morning
Poetry, in the cup you picked up.
mild
Flowers in May Modern Poetry 7 Flowers
You expect the warmth of spring.
Roots are buried by fatigue, and life is growing enthusiastically.
Like a burning charcoal fire, the more painful it is, the more vivid it is.
You are touching summer.
Buds break the silence of the night and penetrate the solid cage.
Like a rainbow after rain, the shorter it is, the more favored it is.
You bid farewell to the bleak autumn.
The leaves are painted yellow, and it is inevitable to obey when they fall.
For example, from pregnancy to delivery, the more you grow up, the more uncontrollable you are.
You bemoan the slight cold in winter.
From prosperity to defeat, it is no longer lush.
Like a punctured lie, the more you care, the more afraid you are.
Fading became the last choice.
In order to satisfy primary school students, taking it off is also a kind of love.
It's like looking for the answer to life's failure, and finally finding out that love has become an accomplice in many cases.
Trees, flowers and trees are all finished, and there are still four missing in twelve months!
Changes of measuring time of tree rings.
Burn black to decorate your connotation.
Get rid of those tiny branches and become comfortable.
But I can no longer explain the language of the four seasons.
After leaving the root, you are surrounded and silently close together.
Sunshine and rain will only make you wither and dry up.
Take off your coat and you go to sleep, but you can't get up again.
My eyes began to look for something in you.
I
Still awake
Those who don't understand amorous feelings are all black.
See clearly
The moment of falling was scarred.
Whose fault is it?
Tears shed in the dim moonlight
Who should I hate?
How to leave compassion in early spring?