Prose and poetry about June: the season in June is calm.
The wind swept the treetops unscrupulously.
cloud over
Accompanied by green leaves
entirety
As fresh and elegant as ink painting.
Rainy days in June
It's not raining in Mao Mao anymore.
Is it violence or high?
Enthusiastically
For those who are used to watching the full moon.
Bring another passion
So, let's not keep a calm face.
We should enjoy pure natural passion.
Someone should be affectionate under the tree.
There should also be dancing on the grass.
Birds should also play music for us.
Celebrate a better life
Did you hear that?
Fall in love with this green day.
Deep love
Give it to us spoony people.
In the season of June
Stay together and hug each other.
Feel the passion of love hand in hand.
The mountains are still green.
The water is still crystal clear
Embrace nature
Will enjoy life.
People are still happy.
Prose and Poetry Works about June: Entering June
Depicting every stroke in early summer is neither deep nor light.
Flowers with drooping eyes
Strive for the last smile with a fiasco.
There is a kind of mood hanging on the leafy tree.
When the wind blows
The heart swings with the leaves.
Floating and heavy, flat and light.
June
Slide slowly like this
Fold the past into a sailboat
Watching the drifting shadow drift away slowly.
The sound of getting wet
Gradually overflow from feelings
Dyed with the color of water.
sluggish flow
dip in ink
Write down these heavy squares.
Thousands of thoughts
Stir up ripples
Like rain under light smoke.
Cool as autumn
Although, this season belongs to enthusiasm.
However, pen and ink are always full of sadness.
Holding a book of poetry in his hand.
Gather your thoughts on the title page full of books.
Keep your heart away from the noisy world of mortals
Return to the original calm
In the text
Feel the carefree elegance of the Book of Songs
Looking for the elegant feelings of Lan Xinhui, adding fragrance to tea.
Send a flower and a leaf as a relaxing gift.
Pour out life.
Pay for a piece of plain paper
Nausea is a song from the heart
Pen and ink accompany
Poetry and books are companions.
To feel
After the rain, the piano and books are moist, and the wind smells of calligraphy.