The sun in July is fire.
Baking the earth and asphalt road.
Sunshine is a red-hot sharp knife.
Wherever you go, the grass is cut.
It burns on your skin.
I am a person who works in the sun.
Facing the devil's light.
I only heard my body make a "straight, straight" sound.
A steady stream of sweat.
It is the result of being squeezed by layers of pressure.
Fortunately, the acid is dazzling.
Pain or hardship cannot be expressed in words.
This is the world I live in.
Working in the hot sun, stepping on scorched earth
This is the world I live in.
You must work hard with both hands to get the so-called happiness.
Maybe I asked for it.
I didn't listen to my parents.
Study hard at school
Don't worry about your parents' joys and sorrows.
Like a childhood friend in the village.
Sitting in school with my parents' pots selling iron.
Although I am as clever as they are.
But I can't see your melancholy
My parents
You are sad because of the tuition fees of dozens or hundreds.
It is precisely because of premature sadness about life.
So I learned to be strong very early.
look
My skin is as black as black iron.
This is bronze and steel forged by my life.
Even in this hot July
The sun and the earth surprised me.
What can you do to me?
I will not bow my head.
bend down
Surrender to anyone
Because I know
I live in this world.
I have no ass.
I can only let the sun and the earth forge me.
Like being squeezed by a bunch of barbecues
tie sth up and place it on the top shelf―put off doing sth
So I can roll back and forth between heaven and earth.
You will find yourself far away.
But the dazzling light
People can't see the direction clearly.
In this painful July
I have no direction.
Second,
I will definitely escape from this painful world.
With my youth and innocence.
Don't look at my determined eyes.
No, listen to my inner voice.
I'm just not strong enough now.
I also have many fantasies and desires about life.
So I have to endure the double pressure of the sun and the earth.
Third,
I walked on the road, sweating like rain.
Just for autumn.
You can harvest more grain and grass.
Don't let your sadness
Repeat on the next generation.
Maybe my sadness
Belong only to that era
Because my mother was poor then, too.
So children can't go to school.
So people can't get a hotbed.
I have always envied the happiness of modern people.
In this hot July
You can hide under the air conditioner and enjoy life.
I always complain about the injustice of heaven.
Why do I have to work in the sun?
Even if you and I complain about injustice.
I can't see a pair of hands.
Reach out in your predicament and mine.
Give us some warmth.
I know July doesn't need warmth.
Because it's hot enough.
Hot bird will fall from the branch.
It's so hot that you and I both lose our heads.
Can't see direction
I am weak in modern poetry on July 2.
Hide in the shade of an air-conditioned room
Look at the anxious people outside.
neutral
It has already been written in poetry.
In July, people can easily become a piece of ice that is difficult to melt.
I'm scared, too.
The nameless troubles of cicadas
You can't see it.
This is a point of view.
Peeking at all of you
In the days of walking with time
Gradually, I fell behind the trend.
The waves of life no longer sting my nerves.
Hope for what?
Come out on such a day to impress mottled hearts.
The songs in July are too difficult to sing.
The weakness that can't be dragged back
Break my firm will a little.
Eventually, one day, everything will collapse.
At that time, I, what can I do with the broken?
In the image, I have fixed myself as a declining turtle.
The hardest thing is to let others enjoy it outside.
The softest one is inside, leaving it to cry.
foremost
Is used to mourning everything alone.
What I can do is
To lose pain is to give up fate.
Pave a road to freedom for yourself.
It's easy to wait alone.
The courage to wait for failure.
Die slowly in courage.
The life of seclusion is also waiting.
On July 3, the sun burns excess fat.
The bloated mountain flowers began to slim down.
Stay away from the river
A pile of weeds withered from hunger.
The chubby green face gradually appeared.
Pathological yellowing
Danger! Clouds from afar
Covering the burning throat like paper.
In the forest, the songbirds lost their rhythm.
Cicadas have lost their grace.
Qingquan, who sang a love song alone, only sang half.
stop
There is no tonality when singing again.
July, still young.
Only a few weeping willows are white by the pond.
Crow's feet only climbed halfway along the bark.
Turn over a new leaf.
In July, the charm still exists.
There are romantic butterflies under the pomegranate skirt
Wandering, the bees in the flower heart are going back and forth.
There are still hungry poets running around.
July, slowly lost its splendor.
It can also lure a fireworks wind and commit crimes.
I just left.
Trees are ripe and doomed to fall.
Has been disabled.
Which eyes are groaning and looking for teeth?
Event, or
This shouldn't have happened.
All in July.
This dreary world of fireworks
Modern poetry is on the fourth of July in the hot July.
The flame travels between urban and rural areas and between rural areas.
Flowers, grass, little green creatures
Stand up in the hot sun
Sip the cool soil.
Willing to show and express.
The space in July promoted the maturity of gold.
Decorate the fashion of life with colorful umbrellas.
In an elegant competition.
Enjoy the beauty of summer.
Invest at the beginning
Illuminate the history of a day
* noon in hot summer.
I tasted the coolness of cold drinks with you.
The cicada happily calls for noon.
The flower's chest swells very, very big.
The breeze stirred patches of green leaves.
You said it would be nice to have summer all the year round.
Cars in the street chase each other.
Only the red light makes them pay attention to each other.
Several people are working hard on the scaffolding.
In this hot noon
I really want to send them ice to enjoy.
When noon fills my heart
The body is suffering from hot flashes
Delicate and shiny forehead.
The sun leans against the building.
The glass window is full of light.
I will accompany you to see the scenery.
Modern poetry in July, five nights and July.
Read the sky silently
A star jumped down.
To the long night
Light a bonfire
Stars dot the night.
Consume bone blood
The tree of the wind realizes its long-cherished wish.
Dedicated branch
July is more than July.
365 sunrise and sunset
Will benefit from the harvest.
The days are ruthless and crazy.
Time is getting younger.
The harvest season in July
Let you miss and remember more than that.
Who gave July life?
I want to be respected.
Send products.
Looking forward to August
At night, carefree bare arms.
Stars, blinking, stand on tiptoe.
Peek through the clouds
The moon, like a pale poem
Without any passion, I covered my veil shyly.
Silently, swear by river, swear by mountain.
Let the sea testify.
August, looking forward to August; Mid-Autumn Festival, looking forward to Mid-Autumn Festival
There are clear nights, faint clouds and twinkling stars.
Open your heart before you speak.
Say, the vastness of the universe, say, the grandeur of celestial bodies.
Say, the vicissitudes of the world, say, the beauty of the world.
Said the satellite was manned, said the dragon was in the sea.
For example, the story of WU GANG and Chang 'e.
The legend about moon cakes, too
Invite everyone
Accompanied by the sound of the wind, the light waves of thunder, the dew of rain, and the osmanthus wine in WU GANG.
Have a banquet in the TV room.
Then, please invite Chang 'e to join us.
Dance lightly and gracefully
Modern Poetry on July 6th If
It's not the red flag.
How can there be today?
Magnificent mountains and rivers
if
It's not a single spark, it can start a prairie fire.
How can there be today?
A happy and healthy life
if
Not that kind of tenacious belief.
How can there be today?
Brilliant China
Red July
We use the wave of red flags.
Gorgeous dress
A magical land between heaven and earth
Red July
We use passion like fire.
raise one's voice in song
Immortal hymn of the century
Red July
We use affectionate pen and ink
write
Xx years is a hard journey.
Dust of the years
You can't hide your eternal youth
facial features
A long historical process
You can't get rid of what you are fighting for.
perform
Pioneers and descendants
Have a glorious belief.
-China * * * producer.
In difficult times
You are an eternal fire.
Spread hope in the heart
in ordinary times
You are an ever-burning lamp.
Guide the pace of progress
therefore
This hymn
Sing for you for xx years
I didn't sing enough.
therefore
The heart lamp lit by you
burning life
light
Red China.
Flaming July