Xiao Shu's Modern Poems 1 Xiao Shu
Put the bamboo mats together
The village hand fluttered like a butterfly.
Those oozing from the earth wall
As cool and comfortable as dew after midnight.
With the moon full of yellow rings.
Shenyong Xishan
Occasionally there are one or two fireflies.
Still put those nights
Look carefully.
The air conditioner is installed outside the building.
Sigh high and sigh low.
Why did you defect?
One side of a hand-made building
The indifference of not talking to each other
tears
Dropping on a sultry night when no one cares.
Minor Heat
Think of grandma's hand
The cattail leaf fan that shakes till dawn.
Modern Poetry in Summer 2 Summer
The village will be pink and green.
Translated into melon-scented days
You were born from a drop of dew on a leaf.
And then running all the way.
Chasing the footsteps of rain
A cool breeze followed.
A butterfly of different colors.
Just turned the old jujube tree next to the arch bridge at the village head.
Suddenly disappeared.
If you lose something,
Pond after childhood dusk
A group of grinning people.
Lv Ping nursery rhymes
Splash naked waves
Inadvertently-
A shy cricket.
Along the warm sloping stone road
Through your lotus cheeks.
Climb into your silent ear
therefore
A grain of rice began to fill its chest.
At this time-
Beyond the sky
Mengzhishang
An eagle stood still.
A shiny mass.
The rustling moonlight.
Xiao Shu's Modern Poetry 3 "Summer"
My stomach is empty,
From time to time, there was an echo of purring,
This is my first reaction when I saw a plate of watery grapes.
It's very hot,
Grapes soaked themselves into blisters one by one, and the sun scorched the earth.
My cabin fan entered the south window room, and there was an echo of purring.
Sitting by the window, facing a plate of grapes on the table,
I heard I ate one,
There's one missing from the plate, less and less,
There was only an empty plate left in the end.
I heard the rumbling echo on the plate again.
Xiao Shu's Modern Poetry 4 Xiao Shu
Put the bamboo mats together,
The butterfly-like wings of the village hand,
Those that ooze from the earth wall,
As cool and comfortable as dew after midnight.
With the moon full of yellow rings,
Sink into the western hills forever,
Occasionally there are one or two fireflies,
Still put those nights,
Look carefully,
The air conditioner is installed outside the building.
Sigh high and sigh low,
Why did you defect?
One side of the hand-made building,
The indifference of not talking to each other,
Tears,
Dropping on a sultry night when no one cares.
Summer is hot,
Thinking of grandma's hand,
The cattail leaf fan that shakes till dawn.
Xiao Shu's modern poem 5 "Footsteps of Rain"
The village will be pink and green,
Translated into melon-scented days,
You were born from a drop of dew on a blade of grass.
And then running all the way,
Chasing the footsteps of the rain,
A cool breeze followed,
A butterfly of different colors,
Just turned the old jujube tree next to the arch bridge at the head of the village,
Suddenly disappeared,
If you lose something,
After the pond at dusk in childhood,
A group of gaping laughter,
Nursery rhymes and Lv Ping,
Splash naked waves,
Inadvertently-
A shy cricket,
Along the warm and sloping stone road,
Through your lotus cheeks,
Climb into your silent ear,
So,
A grain of rice began to fill its chest,
At this time-
Outside the sky,
In the dream,
An eagle stands still,
A shiny mass,
The rustling moonlight.
Xiao Shu's modern poem 6 "Afternoon"
At noon, the sun began to get hot.
A fake bride with red eyes, washing her hair with soapstone,
Ever since she dreamed that the mouse was going to get married that night,
Eat three meals a day, and you will fall into a rut.
From spring to summer, slowly make yourself soft,
Embroider bright colors on bright red silk,
Broken for no reason, happy for no reason,
When the man in gray came back from the horse race,
The afternoon door has not been opened for a long time.
The shadows of the trees slant deeply into the dusk,
Tea adds fragrance, reading candlelight at night, reading:
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it's still a matter of time.
The purple jasmine in the backyard blooms every night.
Quietly became the bride of the moon,
And you, still, are trapped in the lights of Jiangnan,
It is known that the wedding dress in the distance has been made.
Xiao Shu's modern poem 7 "The Heat of Climate"
This may be irritating,
Facing the heat wave,
To make matters worse,
A cool nap,
To be everyone's wish,
A quiet life.
From a quiet space,
It's not hot at all,
It's unbearable in the dog days,
Your summer heat,
But it is sweet to the lotus beside the pond.
Frogs are singing on the lotus leaves.
Intoxicated by the beautiful scenery,
As if singing a love song,
The language of love,
Your passion,
It brings nothing to do.
Your crying,
There will be showers.
Out of control,
Fill up the river. ,
Like your passion,
Let the years flow forward.
Modern poem 8 "Summer Sun"
The summer sun began to bite,
Straw hats covered the villagers' heads.
The water I drank suddenly turned into sweat,
The sweat was covered with mud,
The glittering convenience road shook his eyes,
A busy scene in the field,
Keywords thin cowpea, fat eggplant,
There are many sea peppers as sharp as stars.
Red tomatoes and green dishes.
The tender cucumber is so tempting.
The cobs of corn grow stronger as they get sunburned.
The clothes on the mountain are getting greener,
The pear tree is covered with sweet smiling faces.
On the slope lay withered pumpkin vines,
Cuckoo sings a thousand-year-old song,
Several ears of rice crawled out to eavesdrop.
Modern poetry is in summer 9 in summer.
At noon, the sun began to get hot.
A fake bride with red eyes washes her hair with soapstone.
Since that night, she has been dreaming that the mouse is getting married.
Three meals a day, and then stereotypes.
Beginning of spring went to the summer heat and slowly softened herself.
Embroider bright colors on red silk.
Fragments for no reason, happiness for no reason.
Wait for the man in gray to come back from the horse.
The door in the afternoon has not been opened for a long time.
The shadows of the trees slanted deeply into the dusk.
Tea adds fragrance, reading candlelight at night, and reading is
If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it still sooner or later?
The purple jasmine in the backyard blooms every night.
Quietly became the bride of the moon
And you, still, are trapped in the lights of Jiangnan.
It is known that the wedding dress in the distance has been made.