Poetry in praise of June (2)

In April and June, my heart is raining.

Unexpectedly, weeds grow wildly.

Like a crazy long sadness

Wet as moss.

Lavender melancholy

Melancholy and loneliness

Everything is puzzling.

Unexplained raindrops on petals.

The heart is empty.

It's stuffed again.

Full of bitterness

Like broken glass all over the floor.

Spiny and crystal clear

June

The sky is very low

Drop into the soil

Give birth to green, full of vitality

Projected from the heart

It's Tsing Yi swaying in the wind.

The sky was torn by lightning.

The earth is sighing.

Everything grows in rage.

Dig your own grave.

The fantasy of burying Joan

Children's May and June

June

It was a memory that did not grow up.

Too much innocence

It's so funny.

Bright red scarf

How much beautiful youth

It's all engraved there

For a high school student,

June

There are too many expectations

Is to fly to heaven

Or go to hell.

After three years of long-term accumulation

June

It is the critical period of phoenix nirvana.

Have an ideal pursuit

Have expectations for love

For us today,

June

Like a dream.

In the dream we are chasing.

Wake up, let's move on.

We are not afraid of temporary setbacks.

Don't be intoxicated by the pride of love.

Just like this June, all the flowers are gone.

There are occasional thunderstorms in hot weather.

The past will pass.

The future belongs to us.

Endless motivation.

Gu Shihua in June

The day of June, the day of soldiers.

June filariasis, passionate summer.

June is a beautiful scenery.

Cool heroic spirit, the combination of alignment and square; Soldiers' jungle turned into eternal military soul.

Dark face, firm military style; Sweat soaked the beauty of the military uniform and sprinkled golden sunshine everywhere.

One, two, three, four, high will, loud call sign, straight to the training ground.

Olive green doesn't believe in tears. Hard work, rain or shine, and perseverance cast the nature of steel.

Station, an indestructible wall;

Yes, the century monument.

The soldier is a heinous epic;

Soldiers are a beautiful scenery.

Sunny, passionate and youthful years;

June sunshine, interpretation of military style.

Summer, heavy June, harvest season;

In June, the soldiers' phalanx matured?

In June, the cannon group assembled, and the roaring cannon combined into a magnificent poem?

In June, the eagle flew in the air, full of songs and swords pointing to the sky?

In June, the ships galloped and the waves rolled to express their blue feelings?

The warm wind in July and June blows your face.

He can get a panoramic view of the situation with a flick of his hand.

June, in the face of parting

June, faced with a choice.

You are free and easy, you are indifferent.

It is the step that your dream pushes forward and makes you struggle.

In June, the past shines today and today shines today.

June is coming.

June, sailing with dreams.

A song in August and June, June, makes me passionate,

In June, with my own color,

In June, I insisted on blooming.

I am a little bud,

Pulling the tail of the sun,

Enjoy the happiness that the season gives me.

I am a wild flower in a distant mountain.

You don't have to pay too much,

A gift from nature

A piece of land, a river

Embrace the ocean of flowers

Be content with your own unique flowers.

The color in the distance doesn't belong to me,

Butterflies and bees nearby can't come near me.

Colorful temptations can't change me.

There is nothing better than this:

Look at my June,

Sing my own song!