June Classic Modern Poetry 1 Drunk June
In June, cicadas sing.
Woven in a linen skirt
A crane folded into a shade.
Fly into the posture of a wild goose
To the north, drunk pastoral grassland.
In June, the lotus is lush.
Immersed in the heart of phoenix tree
Play guzheng with your fingers.
Salvage in the moonlight
Salvage the corner of the Imperial Palace that sank last year.
In June, Liu Yin was deep.
Look at the breeze in the clouds
If you want to talk, stop.
Chaos, throwing the shadow of flowers all over the floor.
Slim yourself into a clear autumn.
June Classic Modern Poetry 2 Miss your June.
Your eyes
Like soft light.
Have deep feelings
In my gentle eyes
be bright in the eye
Breed ideas
Burn like fire
Miss you
I took out my trembling pen.
Pour tears of missing.
I want to draw a picture.
This rainy season in June
Tears of longing
And a love affair
I want to hear the wind.
Bring your lovesickness.
A love song sounded.
Extend to me
I will bow my head shyly.
Then put gentle eyes.
Invest in you who miss you.
I miss you.
Under the June breeze
Overture to bring love
Let the eyes of love
Affectionate intersection
Let my heart
rise
A wave of happiness
June Classic Modern Poetry 3 Golden June
The wind opened his eyes.
Leave the warm bed
Blow the fields yellow.
Summer scenery is everywhere.
Who was angered?
Reflections on the golden age
The blazing words of the sun
Through the air
Continuously heat the thin temperature.
Sweating profusely
Through the furrow of the wheat field
It gurgled in.
The river next to the village.
Accurate memory
You once told me yourself.
Sweat is sweet.
You can water it.
Flower of love
June Classic Modern Poetry 4 Contradictory June
June
This is a bright season.
Dazzling sunlight
Can't stop me from seeing the world.
Tayu Lo is singing.
Always floating in my ear as promised.
June
This is a rainy season.
Light rain, heavy rain, heavy rain
Sometimes I forget to bring my umbrella.
Accidental humidity
This is not just a thin dress.
June
This is a hot and dry season.
A hurried pace
Lift the skirt, gently lift it.
What kind of persistence?
Just for peace of mind and natural cooling.
June Classic Modern Poetry 5 June Sophora japonica
The fragrance of Sophora japonica in June
It's like a scene
Love across the distance
The end of a period of time
It's not just memories.
And gray hair that can't escape.
We were stung.
Youth is all along the way.
Or the pain of waiting at this distance
The fragrance of Sophora japonica
Surrounded our love.
Surrounded this 22-year-old summer
Beauty can't always lead.
Always at the scene of separation
Often think of
The June breeze is fresh and rippling.
Look, the clouds are disappearing.
Fade the present, fade the past
Lick in a blank world
Why do you always look forward?
Like Sophora japonica in June.
Don't stick to next season.
Come and enjoy this midsummer tenderness.
The classic modern poetry in June blooms in June.
I walked lightly to June.
Holding a clear spring in my hand, I saw the refracted light.
So warm, so bright.
This is my past.
With a vision for the future, I entered June.
Holding a manuscript full of ink, I pursued my dream.
So happy, so ostentatious
It smells of flowers.
Dragging a heavy suitcase, I broke up with June.
Holding a red letter in my hand, I spread my wings and tried to fly.
So high, so wide.
There is my direction.
June Classic Modern Poetry July Chant
If it were me, the fairy flower would be what I look like.
Bixi is my white skirt.
Canxia is brilliant because of me.
I lit the candle.
Into a hundred things in the green forest
This is particularly loud.
Blend into beauty and nature
Light beauty and light beauty.
unrestricted
Stick to the summer hand
The charm is obvious.
In the dance
Charm and charm
If lightning were my eyes
Will burn my love.
Maybe she is not as powerful as thunder.
In the wind and rain
I can't step on your rhythm.
If I were a green fire
I will be like inawo.
Burning green flame
In sweetness
Into a golden tremor
My eyes are a bed, lying on my dear bed.
May I live forever.
When will it be networked?
Be imprisoned forever by love.
Cut the distance of Hongyan
It is also difficult to cut the suffocation of love.
Blow a kiss, the tentacles of the rock
It's just a mist.
In the twilight
Into the song of insects
A Song For You
Chenxi Li
Become love
Depressed for you.
Why are the wings dim in the morning?
Because you broke it.
This is not just a hymn.
That's a blushing firefly.
In the wind, it is just a summer grass.
Withered for you
It's too dense for you
Why is it just delicate grass?
How hard is it to interrupt June's feelings?
Tie it to the mill.
Follow the memory.
On June 8 th, classical modern poetry was in the snow
The sky is so sad,
The rain never stops;
Too much sadness in my heart,
Tears kept flowing.
Say you want to be a lovebird in heaven.
But when a bird leaves,
How should another bird fly?
Say what, grow together on the earth, two branches of a tree. ,
But when the branch breaks,
How should the other branch survive?
Jesus Christ,
You can take our lives at any time,
But why in,
After illness;
Jesus Christ,
Can we, uh,
Like autumn leaves,
Falling gracefully and quietly,
It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt.
Or the afterlife,
We are a noisy couple,
Isn't there,
The pain of breaking wings and branches.
Let's finish in the snow,
Only white snowflakes,
In honor,
For more than 60 years,
Help each other.