Pufan, green cicada, firefly
Grape stands, yellow-skinned fruit trees, sparse stars in the corner of the sky
There are crickets in the grass and barking dogs in the village.
The moon is hidden in the clouds and the bamboo shadow is deep.
The old man shook his fan and the child sat at his knee.
Zi yi Yu yi la Jia Chang
Sour tooth grape, green and yellow skin
The concubines are laughing, and the trees are full of pineapples.
And the early summer.
The room is full of breeze and candlelight is flickering.
Whose child is going to take the college entrance examination and is trying to write.
Sweat wet your palms, and the pen tip is still flying.
Presumably, you have to gamble for half your life, and it takes two days to try the sword to win.
Who will take the talented girl away in the end?
But the world is safe and steady, and the Tathagata is irresponsible.
The bamboo shadow is deep, and the moon is hidden.
The dog stopped barking and the crickets in the grass forgot to bark.
The stars are blurred, the yellow skin is still green and the grapes are still sour.
Fireflies flew into the Woods, cicadas stopped chirping and fans were put away.
There is electricity.
Everything is going to sleep again.
Modern Poetry on a Summer Night 2- 1
A moonless summer night
A gloomy day is just around the corner.
Look at the day through the window.
Waiting for your smile to appear.
Looking blankly-happiness?
I only saw the stars falling on the eaves.
Reach out and pick it up.
Scattered with broken memories
The night wind suddenly struck.
Only then did I realize that my cheeks were wet with tears.
two
Put the pillow on the window and stare at the sky.
Loneliness is a person's world
The moon left, but stayed.
Tangled tears and thoughts
Write a letter with pen and hand.
Draw your name and mine.
Write with sincerity and tears
Full of naive ideas
Then I'll let Jade Bird bring it to you.
Tell you: I love you.
three
Fairy tales are as beautiful as snow.
The room is full of pigeons.
Pale feathers
Scattered in every corner of the mountain
Lying on the pillow and looking at the sky with fairy tales.
Tell the moon: I'm going to sleep
The fever will be 4 1 degree tomorrow.
Because all I can think about is you.
I fell asleep thinking about it.
Holding clouds and dreams like cotton.
Modern Poetry on Summer Night 3 cherishes the present, lives poetically, and records the dribs and drabs of life with words.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the four seasons cycle.
Flowers are similar year after year,
Flowers are full of hearts, and flowers always bear fruit.
Although there is a bleak autumn wind sweeping the leaves,
And the joy of harvesting in spring and autumn,
It is even more fragrant and bud-like, enjoying yourself.
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People who know you will cut through the thorns to open the way for you.
There are people who love you with you,
Fireworks curl up every day and watch the sunrise and sunset hand in hand.
Help you all the way, escort and protect;
There are also people who are jealous and disgusted with you to teach you to be strong and brave.
This life is complete.
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Life is getting better every year.
When the flowers bloom and fall,
Falling into the dust can welcome the next flowering period.
Then there is no need to lament depravity and turn charm into mud.
More importantly, we don't have to worry about the incomplete darkness in jathyapple.
Everything has its natural laws.
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I just need a delicate heart, a simple heart for a simple heart.
An all-consuming love in the world of mortals, with a low eyebrow and a smile,
Under the moon, Xia Feng harps and harps, and the river is leisurely.
Whispering softly, without makeup, golden bottles of wine are bright and neon,
E Jiang Xin is a fine brew, light and sweet.
It's also like a Tang and Song poem, with infinite meaning and rhyme. ...