A modern poem about summer-Wild Grape
Except in summer.
Where else can I wait?
I hope so.
Green is spreading.
Whole mountain
The wind can't blow the waves.
Some complete ideas
Climb high
as ... as possible
Let everything
The power of all things
Scattered in the vast Shan Ye.
hope
You choose.
Black-black
bright eyes
Modern Poetry on Summer (Ⅱ) On Yuan Ye in Summer
On Yuan Ye in Summer
Our pace is leisurely and graceful.
We are still young.
The wind is blowing.
Prose-like mood
Touch my heart
Swaying with vilen in summer.
We are happy lovers.
There is a silent tacit understanding.
I was very touched after reading it.
You have a natural charm.
We are quiet in the summer wind.
My imagination
I feel drunk.
I guess
Romantic and melancholy.
Yuan Ye in summer is full of amorous feelings.
I like ...
Start with water.
Tears for an emotion
Modern Poetry about Summer III "Summer Emotion"
Before I came out of my dream,
Pull out high-spirited thoughts,
Peach blossoms dripping with spring rain,
As soon as I turned around,
It flows into summer.
Summer breeze,
Scattered in the fields layer by layer,
Indulge in the willows by the pool.
Cicada sings the elegy of spring,
Fly out of the willow tree,
Flowing in the lonely dusk.
The moon sits at the bottom of the mirror-like pool.
Quietly thinking about the worries of the Millennium.
A noisy fish,
Suddenly jumped out of the water,
I want to have a romantic close contact with the moon.
An angry meteor,
Screaming and jumping into my eyes,
Rippling ripples,
Starts up a frog.
Fireflies wake up from a deep winter dream,
Polishing your wings repeatedly,
Get rid of painful memories,
Jump off the dew-covered grass.
As a result, there are many snowflakes,
Floating in the boundless night.
I don't know, firefly,
I want to turn myself into an eternal star,
Or light the rising dawn.
Maybe he was hurt too much by winter,
I can't get rid of my attachment to spring.
Where the peach blossoms fall,
Once again, I went to explore the traces of spring.
But he followed the butterfly by mistake,
Around the heavy ears of wheat,
I looked for it a thousand times.
In fact, no matter how warm spring is,
Just the foreshadowing of summer.
Birds sing and sing,
The wisps of spring scenery that will be won,
Buried in the blooming lotus.
A flash of lightning,
Light up the golden autumn.
Modern Poetry about Summer-That Summer
That summer,
Distant and nostalgic,
Unforgettable,
A creaking cicada,
Filled with forests,
There is a shady place in the forest.
That summer,
You belong to a visitor from the south,
I was born and raised in the country,
Young you and me,
Before these steps are encountered,
Smile at each other.
That summer,
The rain in summer is surprisingly scarce,
A kind of missing,
But on many special days,
Day and night come,
Come and not go.
That summer,
Memories do not fade,
Stories don't go out of date,
That summer,
Time will remember,
One person once fell in love with another.