The modern poem of rain: 1 1, the mark of rain.
Listen to the wonderful piano music "The Seal of Rain"
It seems to tell a touching story.
My heart is talking to music.
There is nothing exciting.
No sadness
Not gorgeous
one's heart is as calm as still water―remain unmoved by the circumstances and stick to one's conviction
Want to be swallowed up by the melody
Follow it around the world
Never come back
Kiss the rain
Is there a corner meeting?
Will be nostalgic.
Do you smell of lilacs?
Yearning for the ink umbrella
I will not regret it.
Step 2 rain
On the eve of the storm, everything became dignified, as if to cry, without disguise.
Take off the last mask and tears will flow in an instant. ...
It rained in the city yesterday, from morning till night, from east to west, with a chill but a lilac complex.
The gray sky and the drizzle woke up the chill in September, so the cicada stopped crying;
Eucalyptus and Casuarina are decorated with crystal beads to mourn its aging.
Autumn, stepping on fallen leaves, also brought misty rain.
It's raining, and the air is filled with melancholy and inexplicable. Sorrow can't contain the inner fear.
Rain said: I am coming, and I am far away.
The rain in the sky is floating a little, like fine sand flying all over the sky;
It brings a hope to the green things on the earth, moistens the leaves, brings a pleasant taste to the ducks in the pond, and looks for the mystery of autumn.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
Walking on the wild road, mushroom-shaped umbrellas are propped up one by one, as comfortable as lotus leaves propping up smooth raindrops.
The gray sky and the scenery not far away are called a hazy painting by the sound of rain.
Walking in the rain, raindrops slide and drip on the umbrella.
When will the rain stop? The autumn wind brought no news.
Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me. She walked away silently, far away to the ruined fence and across the rain lane.
Modern Poetry of Rain: 2 1, Rain Farewell.
I really want to open the car door myself and run to you.
Crying on your shoulder:
"I can't control myself, I really can't control myself!"
I really want to hold your hand myself,
Flee to the sky and fields of Chu Qing,
Never flinch, never look back.
I really want to collect all the tenderness myself,
With eyes that can't be appealed,
Let you finally wake up.
I really want to, really want to. ...
My own pain turned into sadness,
I can't think enough and I can't say it.
2. "Enlightenment in the Rain"
If it still rains after rain,
If there is still sorrow after sorrow,
Please let me face this separation calmly,
Leave, smile and keep looking,
Someone who will never appear again, you.
3. Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to meet myself.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like myself.
Like myself.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I passed this girl alone.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I wish I was floating.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
4. "Rain"
It's raining,
You said it was tears when angels bowed their heads,
Drifting rain,
The elves flapped their wings and flew to the horizon.
Sow the seeds of the rainbow,
Let her bloom in the sunshine after the rain.
It's raining,
Wet a peach garden,
There is a faint pink color like splashing ink.
Still washing the stone steps,
Dandelion's snow-white flowers with rain beads,
Shake it and show off the crown on your head.
The rain is floating,
Inclined, sprinkled on the eaves,
Cast a rain curtain on the world,
Watch it fall to the ground, then turn into a small rain bead and splash out.
Swallows spread their black skirts,
Slipped in the drizzle.
It's raining,
Fell on the window,
Condensed a faint mist,
Hanging with faint thoughts,
The genie caught the rain bead and returned to the distance.
Do you remember?
The easiest place to go is far away,
The hardest place to go back is home.
Modern Poetry of Rain 3 1. Grain Rain season.
Mud and paste tremble, pigeons blow their feathers.
Farmers' hoes
Be awakened one by one. Village in April
Ordering beans to grow melons, transplanting seedlings is busy.
Grain Rain, from ancient wisdom.
It holds the hope of farmers and moistens things silently.
There are a few small rules
Call the wind and rain to give birth to hundreds of valleys
2. Seaview Building
Blue waves are rippling.
Go with the flow again and again, ups and downs
Extend to the vastness beyond. A bird
Want to cross the dream
Looking at the sea upstairs, the wind is high.
Five peaks and six ridges are layered on top of each other.
The mountains and rivers are mixed and have a sense of bone.
There is also a sense of movement and layering.
Looking back. A touch of rosy clouds
Paint the sky deep red.
Beautiful images stand in the dusk.
See how the sunset is a sea of bamboo, inscription postscript.
3. Qinghe Garden Poetry Society
Continue to smash cups tonight.
Bury the seeds of indulging in singing.
The posture and scene of having a drink
It is similar to the original.
Quiet town
The sound of rain is close to inner softness.
In the light on the other side
Will there be beautiful women standing by the door?
4. Listen to the rain in Grain Rain.
Start with a seed.
The branches on the branches sang for the third time.
Music in the field
When a person falls down,
A little closer to the window table
The intermittent rain drowned out the noise.
The image superimposed in front of you.
A pot of good wine was ironed for a long time.