Xiao Yu’s Modern Poetry 1
That was a cloud that swept from the end of the world
Quietly at that moment
There is no wind in the sky
High temperature and high pressure
Sultry and unbearable heat
Clouds are angry and dark
And ready to move
The sun grating is arranged
Densely and seamlessly
The dark clouds are still fighting hard
Escape from the cage
Escape
p>Drenched in sweat
The sun never abandons
Tracking from a distance from the Heavenly Palace
Running around in panic without choosing the way
Nowhere to go Hiding
In a hurry, it’s too late
Alarm bell for the farmer
There is a sound where it falls
He calmly withdrew his troops
Only a few spots left behind
The moment passed in shock
Unknowingly
The sun had just taken a nap
The dark clouds turned again
Taking the opportunity to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace
Scared and spelled out `
Sweat flowed all over the place
Which one is cold and which one is hot
Already confused
It’s sweat, it’s rain
It sprinkles sparsely for a while
It sprinkles to the ground
Every drop of sweat turns into gold
A drop of sweat is worth a baht of gold
A drop of rain is worth ten thousand gold
Timely rain is worth gold
I wish you good luck in the coming years Modern poetry of harvesting light rain 2
The light rain jingles and jingles
Beats in my heart
Brings cool air
Sorry to you
Ding-dong-ding-dong
Knocking
Splashing on the iron shed
One flower after another
White's apology to you
Ding-dong-ding-dong
Harmonious and soft words
Washing towards the green leaves
Crisp and pure olive branches
Light rain
Like the heart dripping
A little swooping strength
Blooming kind and transparent water droplets
It looks cold on the iron shed
The emeralds are dripping on the green leaves
It is dripping on my red heart
The slightest bit of coldness
Crystal red agate
Flashing warmth
Rain
Changed the world
Soaked heaviness
Let everything - commemorate, meditate...
The warmth that passed yesterday
The red color in life
The white paper crane
< p> Return to the side againStrength comes from contemplation
Expanding blood vessels
Filling neurons
A still body
The rustling vibration
The jingle of jingles
The soul is vibrating
The rain has stopped
There is only one left The eaves are still persistent
Ding Ding Ding Ding
Not as grand as Xiao Yu
A person’s apologetic and thoughtful talk...
August 7, 20xx