Writing Modern Shiyu

When it rains, the leaves of all kinds of flowers and plants are condensed with glittering and translucent water drops. The following is a modern poem about rain that I compiled. Welcome to reading.

1, Shu Ting's Don't Rain.

Whole poem:

I really want to open the car door myself and run to you.

Crying on your shoulder:

"I can't control myself, I really can't control myself!"

I really want to hold your hand myself,

Flee to the sky and fields of Chu Qing,

Never flinch, never look back.

I really want to collect all the tenderness myself,

With eyes that can't be appealed,

Let you finally wake up.

I really want to, really want to. ...

My own pain turned into sadness,

I can't think enough and I can't say it.

2, "Enlightenment in the Rain" Author: Xi Murong

Whole poem:

If it still rains after rain,

If there is still sorrow after sorrow,

Please let me face this separation calmly,

Leave, smile and keep looking,

Someone who will never appear again, you.

3, "Rain Lane" Author: Dai Wangshu

Whole poem:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to meet myself.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color

Lilac fragrance

Lilac sadness

Mourn in the rain

Sad and confused

She lingers in this lonely rain lane

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like myself.

Like myself.

Walk quietly

Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes

She floated by.

well

Like a dream, I am sad and confused.

Like drifting in a dream.

Dingxiangyuan

I passed this girl alone.

She walked away silently, walked away.

A ramshackle hedge.

Walk through this rainy path

In the sad song of rain

Remove her color.

Scattered her fragrance.

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes

Lavender melancholy

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I wish I was floating.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

4. It's raining,

You're talking about the tears when angels bow their heads,

Drifting rain,

The elves flapped their wings and flew to the horizon.

Sow the seeds of the rainbow,

Let her bloom in the sunshine after the rain.

It's raining,

Wet a peach garden,

There is a faint pink color like splashing ink.

Still washing the stone steps,

Dandelion's snow-white flowers with rain beads,

Shake it and show off the crown on your head.

The rain is floating,

Inclined, sprinkled on the eaves,

Cast a rain curtain on the world,

Watch it fall to the ground, then turn into a small rain bead and splash out.

Swallows spread their black skirts,

Slipped in the drizzle.

It's raining,

Fell on the window,

Condensed a faint mist,

Hanging with faint thoughts,

The genie caught the rain bead and returned to the distance.

Do you remember?

The easiest place to go is far away,

The hardest place to go back is home.