Spring after Rain Modern Poetry

A, Zhu Ziqing's "drizzle"-modern poetry

drizzle

Dongfeng plum,

Sweep across my face,

The drizzle of stars,

This is the fluff of spring.

Spring article

Who awakened the grass?

It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass!

Who is playing with fish?

It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish.

Whenever spring comes, Miss Chun will play with us and grow together. ...

Whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment.

Miss Chun, can you stay?

Spend a golden childhood with us!

Second, "the rain passes through my chest."

A sound

Tick tock tick tock

Run down from a very high place

Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.

Hurry up

That's why I became

In the endless rain curtain

A dizzy elf

I can't tell who it is.

That's really unstoppable.

desire

Raindrops are flying in the air.

Floating slowly in the sky.

Gather strength from

Untouched clouds

Infiltrate quietly

My broad chest

So my breasts fluctuate.

Stir up ripples

Flapping on the rocks of feelings

Wave after wave of breathing.

With a drop of rain

Moisten each other

A drop of rain like this.

Go deep into my heart

Mixed with my thoughts.

And then through the narrow space in my heart

Clean everything.

And a ray of sunshine

Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space

Reach my clear sky