Modern Poetry: Rain

Rain (1)

May moistens cotton,

Pastoral charming film sheet.

When Shuang'er came of age,

The sad voice didn't appear.

Blue pearl jade order,

Xia Guang reflects beauty.

Dream of being young,

The pavilion is also in line.

Rain (2)

The fog kissed the wet surface,

The mountain road is quietly stepping on and so on.

Future generations have no sound and rainy days,

Qing Yu Jiali's wife is ashamed.

Hair shawl is slightly white,

Eyes full of rain and fresh body.

Full of rustling strings,

After seeing the mountains and rivers, I heard the sound.

Rainy days (3)

In spring and rainy days, please go into battle lightly.

Wet noodles, fresh green grass, full of attachment.

Bend down and caress the flowers on the roadside. Your wife is charming.

The rain is moist, and every sentence is called heart.

Running all the way, smelling the dew, and the breeze blowing across my face.

Quietly sing a few words of bead curtain fog, everything wakes up and wears makeup.