In the eyes of children
A picture of graffiti appeared
The starling escaped the mystery.
Weird smile, faint starlight
Squashed Kong Tong slowly pulled open the curtains.
The companion at the end of the dream swept away the torrent of wind.
The head of an adult
Rolling Apollo's chariot
Where is the cuckoo hiding?
Defeat four wildfire-like stages
My sore foot stepped into the mud.
Artificial rainfall spreads green hope.
The years of the elderly
Trembling in the smoke of a thousand years.
Split the Eight Immortals Sword
The persistence of spacewalk, the freedom of Mencius.
The slender body was wrapped in a clear shadow.
The drums of temples in the distant mountains broke the imagination of history (Author: You Ran Xing Shan)
Morning Music and Modern Poetry II
The bus door opened with a clash.
Aunt slung her schoolbag sideways.
Rough hands tugged at the sun.
Grandpa's voice in the ear again remind of-
The sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.
There is a dazzling golden light on the horizon.
Cattle and sheep went out of the Great Sage's painting circle.
Ultraviolet rays penetrated the dust in the glow.
The morning wind blows the red cherry on the hilt to Xiangyun.
The morning paper has been put in the mailbox by the door.
Tiananmen raised the national flag to the sky.
The little hand on the neck was raised to the top of your head.
The sound of morning reading lifted off with the Long March rocket.
The rising sun facing the sea
The girl played a high and loud morning song.
Our team faces the sun. (Author: old wine)
Modern poetry of early morning music 3
When I haven't woken up from my dream
I just heard a song, tangled
Echo in one's ear
This song is melodious and moving.
My dream, so sweet.
I open my eyes now.
It was found that sunlight penetrated through the gauze curtains.
Secretly tease my passion.
I opened the curtains.
Let the sun shine obliquely on the bed.
I suppressed my frankness.
Look at the winter scenery in the warmth.
Birds are chirping outside the window.
I remembered the song in my dream again.
I sing loudly.
It seems that beauty is waving to me.
Bless you
Bless me
Bless life as high as a song (Author: Yuan Yin)
Morning Music and Modern Poetry 4
Another beautiful morning,
There was a sound of reading on campus.
Birds and flowers,
Spring is brilliant,
Play a beautiful music.
At this moment,
In the most precious time,
Students, if you don't let me,
I won't let you get away with it,
Race against time,
Study hard.
For this beautiful campus,
By adding beautiful scenery.
Early morning overture,
For a new day,
Singing distant memories,
Ushered in a long-lost joy.
I hope the morning music on campus,
The song is getting louder and louder,
More and more exciting,
More and more emotional. (Author: Zhang Junhua)
Modern Poetry of Morning Music 5
Overlooking,
In the morning,
Birds sing,
Warm morning sun,
Reflecting the dim light and shadow,
Through the strange air,
Shining everything between heaven and earth.
Come closer,
Under the tree,
The flowers are blooming,
A breeze,
With the coolness of green leaves,
Throw yourself into my arms together,
Moisturize every cell of the body.
I
Open your hand,
Wave into a poem,
Palm drop,
Dance like a painting,
Fall together,
It has become a masterpiece.
Who is it?
You know, this poem,
Who is it?
Can distinguish this painting,
Who is it?
I can understand this song again! (author: hong. )