Chapter One: Modern Poetry Written in July
The July rain plundered everything.
Calm, beautiful, quiet and harmonious.
With panic, loss, helplessness and loneliness
There is no winner in head-on conflict.
When it rains, it becomes a sin.
The steady rhythm in July is out of order.
A rain turned into a violent exercise.
It's easy to turn over the rich July.
People trudging in the water of sin
Please remember that there is always concern in the distance.
Look, look at the other end of the screen.
Our heartbeat is the same as yours.
Every move, jumping irregularly
Chapter Two: Modern Poetry Written in July.
July of filariasis
Cicada singing
Ye Shuxuan's mood
Overflow in the fields
Golden taste
July of filariasis
Wind uses ancient palms.
A pool of green lotus flowers
Lotus blushed.
July of filariasis
Passion is flowing.
The sweat of the earth
A state of high spirits
in the sun
Weaving strength
July of filariasis
The pod is full of love.
Corn jointing makes loyalty.
Lin orchard Li
Have endless interests
In the farmhouse
Store a bright smile
July of filariasis
Filariasis in July
The pace of that season
Summon up courage
On the gold credit book
Reserve a seat.
Chapter Three: Modern Poetry Written in July
July
The age of filariasis
The wax tree in front of the building has blossomed.
beautiful flower
Clusters of trees are covered with branches.
industrious bee
When the sky just turned up, it was a fish-belly white.
Just played a sweet song.
Small white petals fall all over the path.
People can't bear to go forward.
Standing under the tree
The petals fell on my shoulder.
The fragrance of flowers is refreshing.
look back
What slipped away was the attachment to the earth.
If I were the wind
I will walk with flowers.
Float across the field
Listen to Xia's sonata
Looking for romance in the hot July sun
If I were a drop of water in the clouds in the sky
That lightning turned me into a snowflake.
I don't want to fall on the plateau and become a world of ice and snow.
An unremarkable piece of snow residue
Turn into a trickle
Too long, too long.
I'd rather melt
Turned into a long-lost July.
torrential rain
Crazy lightning and thunder
If I were a ray of sunshine
I will be accompanied by cicadas.
In the scorching fire
The new moon creates prosperity in July.
I saw the wonderful here.
Suntanned arms can't stop it.
Melon fragrance ...
July
How many branches are blooming?
Hope in autumn
Frog sound
cicada
Raise your hand to cover your eyebrows.
Overlooking the charming scenery in autumn.
After the baptism of filariasis in July
Can that charming autumn be far behind? ...
Chapter Four: Modern Poetry Written in July.
Inertia makes it dance vaguely.
Breathing stopped in the border town in May.
So you finished your journey at the next stop with loose lights.
Happiness is the perfect compliment tonight, noisy.
"Become a cloud on the horizon, but be hollowed out by years" They whispered in the quiet moonlight.
About tears, we should change our perspective.
Like a life imitation show.
Before July comes, treat happiness as pain.
And I have forgotten how to express it, at this time.
Some clouds fall and soak in the fullness of lotus flowers.
They are always warm and shy, turning around silently.
We are just silent purple ibis by the boat.
If autumn water overflows the embankment, my hometown is always far away.
Listen to the rhythm that suddenly slows down.