Modern Poetry 1 Describing Beautiful Scenery [Drunk in Water Town]
The red lantern is no longer swaying.
A fragment of late autumn
Hold hands with you again
Early spring night
Solidified thought
Light up the water town
The candlelight penetrated into the water.
Sprinkle red dust.
Hazy and quiet
Elegant and implicit
Flowing in the boundless
Paddle sliding
Break the waves
be infatuated with
Enjoy thousands of customs here.
Write a song.
The new version of Dream Water Town
Black tile white wall
Shiqiao monastery
Are plucking beautiful strings.
The dining table smells good.
Drunk and tender willow leaves
Drunk too.
Yi Xi chun guang
Modern Poetry Describing Beautiful Scenery 2 [Hot Spring Wetland]
It is already the season when autumn is as cool as water.
We are still walking in the dusk.
I listened to her quietly telling the story of the past hot springs.
A warm story is like a warm wind.
It is like this wide and thick wetland.
The green floor has been rolled out.
Clouds of streams are shining warmly in the sunset.
In the sunset, wild flowers come out in various colors.
The flowers are fragrant and the night is getting thicker.
Birds began to fly to the Woods.
Smoke from the kitchen is like clouds in the western sky.
Filled the fields lyrically.
The earth began to sleep, sleeping in the dream of the long grass spring.
She said that although time has diluted the stories of the years,
And there are many cool memories in this wetland.
It is the archives of the years, witnessing the changes of the four seasons in nature.
Take care of this document, I won't let a wisp of smoke pass through my eyes.
I won't let one development ruin all my happiness.
I will only sing for the opening of a wild flower.
Let life grow clumps of acacia grass on the green Yuan Ye.
After listening to her words, I salute her.
At this time, a touch of sunset just fell on her eyelids.
Her eyelashes are like wetlands.
There is a vigorous spring in front of me, clear and bright.
Like telling a lukewarm story.
So beautiful, so warm
Full of hope
[Guilin scenery]
A shy girl wearing a headscarf.
Appreciate the beautiful shadow shyly.
You see
The endless clouds can't help coming.
Kiss the jade veil affectionately
listen to
The wind envies the closeness of the cloud.
Encourage ripples to break the peace.
You see
The girl is whispering.
Maybe it's just the pursuit of the wind and cloud.
Mei Wen
Make them happy.
Modern poetry describes beautiful scenery 3 scenery
When I get close to you,
I just want to take a look,
Strange stones and flowers.
You promised me,
Grand and stable.
/
When I get close to you,
I just want to pick a wisp,
It drizzles.
You promised me,
The situation is like mountains and rivers.
/
When I get close to you,
I just want to touch my fingers,
Filter dust and clean water.
You promised me,
Vast Wang Yang.
/
When I get close to you,
I just want to face it,
The breeze brushed my face.
You promised me,
Elegant as a fairy.
[2] Love
When I get close to you,
I just want to spend some time,
Laugh like a flower.
You promised me,
Fall in love with the world
/
When I get close to you,
I just want to carve one,
White and elegant.
You promised me,
The flowers are blooming.
/
When I get close to you,
I only miss one person,
Warm and full.
You promised me,
As bright as the sun.
/
When I get close to you,
I just want to be with one person,
Walking with strangers.
You promised me,
Never leave this life.
[3] Gratitude
When I get close to you,
I just want to win a heart,
Qinghuan
You promised me,
Touched and emotional.
/
When I get close to you,
I just want to have a heart,
* * * Joy.
You promised me,
Full of love.
Modern poems describing the beauty of mountains and rivers are willing to depend on your mountains and rivers.
A wisp of west wind diluted homesickness.
A scent of chrysanthemum flowers is silent in the waiting.
The first person I met.
Rows of geese are drunk and singing.
Fingertips are thin and cool, and there is less tenderness.
I am at the ferry of fate, wandering again and again.
From past lives to this life, from sunrise to sunset
Season after season, flowers bloom and fall.
When flowers bloom, I seem to see your smile.
When the flowers fell, my heart became sad.
Rub your ideas into the picture.
Tears in the poem
Blown dry inch by inch by the cold wind.
Cleanse the mind and sadness, and cleanse the melancholy.
Along the way, all the way back.
The drifting figure seems to have blurred.
Stand on tiptoe, look for
The biting wind blinded me.
Pick up the bleak leaves, the obsession in my heart
In the broken and withered glory, it melts into the palm-like texture.
Secretly grieve
Let go of a wandering heart and lost thoughts.
Gather in the bottom of my heart
Don't let sadness overflow your eyebrows.
When the wind and smoke are cleared, it will be clear how you and I will trudge.
Time and love go hand in hand.
The road at the foot winds into an elegy.
The melody of acacia is in a beautiful place.
The dancers in the shade have been pruned into branches.
There are pure clouds and bright sky.
You and I are both beautiful and handsome.
Dreams are far from reality.
Say yes-
I would like to be attached to your mountains and rivers and tie the world of mortals.
Snuggle together on a cold night.
You warmed my warmth.
When it is cold in winter, the heart is hot.
Not a meteor crossed the night sky.
-Surprise moment
This is not a flash in the pan.
-Waiting for you forever.