Chapter one: Poetry in July. The departure of modern poetry has begun.
The curtain of the past floats before our eyes.
You who used to walk with me,
But disappeared in the wind.
Before I say goodbye,
Parting is always so sad and silent.
Do you remember,
The figure who once struggled in the study room,
The cool night you walked with me,
I will definitely remember these years.
Do you still want to,
Be a teacher's child once.
Those mottled desks,
It will make you,
Think of me at the same table.
We said goodbye in July,
This city, these people.
Although there are regrets,
But also full of joy and desire,
We,
So we parted ways.
Chapter two: Poetry in July. Modern poetry will never have such a charming and enthusiastic season again.
Dewdrops shyly show wet mornings.
The sun opens its charming eyes.
Looking for a beautiful legend with a full face of joy
The horizon of colored lines
As soft as cicada's wings.
Wake up the darkness of night
Cicada came unexpectedly.
Singing songs praising July's enthusiasm
A child swimming naked in the water
Has long been the protagonist of July ink painting.
The wind also began to gather.
All kinds of stories in July
Chapter III: Poems about July The modern poem Cape Si Tong has burned out the remaining resistance.
There are cold wind and cold murals hanging on the shore.
Sun, when will you come out?
The whole prosperous autumn has forgotten its original baldness.
It's dawn Maybe there is no way forward.
Even in the dark, I will crawl to find it.
Freedom is also called Chen's defense line.
Can't reach inner cowardice
The shadow of kindness is always reflected on me when I am depressed.
Those remaining stays are still untenable.
The whole white-gray building is not so hypocritical.
Comfortable nights are not so sleepy.
How many worries are there in my heart?
When can we meet again?
In this lonely angle
I wait for my pity.
That accidental meeting
Aroused my reverie and memories.
? Should we be together?
I don't want to lose my sense of security
Because I have been intoxicated with the simple situation.
drink
I hope there is such a scene.
That cold ice can't cool the plot of the last enchantment.
Chapter Four: Poetry about July Modern Poetry Rain in July.
new word
Clear and transparent
Return to the embrace of dust
Xiaoxiao stream
There is a new impetus.
Walk slowly along Liuan.
A frolicking "child"
Read fairy tales that are longer than streams.
The wind has its own smile.
everywhere
That's tears floating.
The rain in July wet the words.
Under the corn leaves.
Who is hesitating?
Daomiao tianbian
Who is telling the sad song in the rain?
Grass sticking out its head
A big pearl with a bean.
The faint fragrance of chopped green onion
But I have a dream of looking up at the stars.
Green leaves lying idle on the soil
In the rainy season
Lost the last scent.
Dotted in the soil in July.
Waiting to find the original flavor.
Lyrics hymn
Ripple in midair
An open umbrella
Blocked all the stories of yesterday.
Waiting for a sunny day after the rain.