Sonnet Modern Poetry 1 Flute of Life
Please listen. That's my flute.
The bamboo flute kissed my stiff lips crazily.
All the bad sounds of smiles and curses disappeared.
Become the appearance of cooking smoke in the summer countryside
Waves blowing on the sea
The work on earth is working hard.
Sprinkle a soft spin.
The birds came out to listen.
Only you are hiding in the corner.
Don't let anyone know what you are doing.
But I don't know what kind of melody you like
I don't want to talk anymore.
Please listen. That's my flute.
Don't go away until you hear it.
Sonnet Modern Poetry February Boat
You can spend less time jealous of WU GANG's mind.
Beautiful moon boat
Raise your young wings and light up the night.
It may be windy and rainy.
You can love each other or you can dislike them.
Twisted and withered vines glow with life.
The moon boat we took.
It's not too much to scribble on the sail.
The moon is a boat that carries your life.
My mind is an ocean.
You can swim to the end of your heart.
Look at the pole in the dark.
My salary is full.
You can keep silent.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 3 Heart Pendulum
-Taste Qiu's Mountain Man
Will there be my ferry in the river in my eyes?
The wupeng boat swam to the sky and lost the fish.
My shadow is floating in the river.
Unlike me.
Will the birds in the mountains give me back my wings?
Footprints of flying wooden bridge
Walk into my cabin on the mountainside
Kissing the road I built is my body.
Digging to the cliff, my heart is
Is it an arrogant vine?
Withered in the river
The light on the top of the mountain is the eyes of the sun.
Mix the hut with incense.
I made the hair of the sun at night.
Sonnet Modern Poetry 4 Summer
In summer, the crown is golden and the branches stretch.
Like a golden ceiling decorated with birds.
The smell of dead roses.
Still in a charming environment
It turns out that the image of green can be rambled on.
A sense of nostalgia that can't be erased and washed away
And, at a leisurely pace.
Walk into this fiery friendship
The sun is shining, even when dusk falls.
Has also been quietly hidden, although
Everything seems a little unreal. Let's go.
Real faces reappear through hallucinations.
In fact, the sun is still accelerating.
Senescence under smallpox
Sonnet 5 A midsummer night reminds me of my mother.
Outside the window, a light shines like a bunker on the construction site.
Also, there is a dead silence.
What about you, Mom?
Are you washing vegetables and chopping wood in dim light or counting turtle prints on your hands?
It should be 5: 30 tomorrow morning, and the smell of rice will come from the kitchen, I remember.
Feed the chickens and put the ducks. Feed pigs. total/complete victory
Then go to the farm to mow the grass or help my uncle fetch water and cook?
April 17 is obviously your birthday.
I secretly bought you more than 200 yuan of fireworks, fireworks and firecrackers that day.
You read a lot of things for a long time before you say a word: nothing to do.
My eldest sister who came back from Xinjiang was busy pulling me before she had time to rest.
In the evening, uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, aunt, sister-in-law William and your little grandson came.
When the fireworks were set off, all the neighbors in the yard came to watch the fun.
Mom, your brilliance has made the whole courtyard red, and there is that high mountain in the distance.