Modern Poetry on Grape 1 Grape
A friend wrote that the grapes in Turpan were ripe.
The sweetness of grapes spreads with radio waves.
flock in
A curtain of blue waves gently swayed my heart.
Starting with the flowers in spring
The fruit is round, jade-like, moist and sweet as honey.
Look around every day.
Like a fairy waiting to come down to earth
At last I heard the sound of hooves.
She rode a horse from the Tang Dynasty.
Come in a hurry through time
Grapes step on the stone paved with poetry.
From the distant Turpan.
Qianyueshan
Set foot in thousands of waters
Walk along the Silk Road
Late summer
The grapes finally reached my palm.
The scorching of the years robbed her of her jade-like appearance.
Full of love words
air-dry
Only fragrance and sweetness.
Old wine is very common.
a little bit
But there are tears.
Putaoshuxia
You, can you turn around?
Unclaimed eyes
Is there any dependence?
Stop looking.
You, can you handle it?
Write modern poems about grapes in front of the grape trellis II
A series of worries
Brush away the acidity of spring.
Grasp the sweetness of autumn
You, can you unload your bag?
Stay in my heart.
At the top of the cloud
In the manor of dreams
If possible
Can you tell me gently?
Say, you have stepped on every sunny day
Over every fence
Will be with me
Modern grape poetry iii. The temptation of grapes
Don't tempt me.
the girl next door
You are like a vine in front of my house.
The largest and greenest grape.
Full and mellow
Crispy and wet.
That kind of acid starts from the bottom of my heart.
Charming black hair and eyes.
Delicate skin
whole line
Don't tempt me.
Short hair and sharp tips are like radish English.
I want to park my car.
Forget the season
Don't tempt me.
Purple grape eye
Don't tempt me.
Skin color of litchi juice
Don't tempt me.
Your plump lines
Keep my lines frozen for years
Don't tempt me.
Quietly in front of you
In the distant sky
Don't tempt me.
the girl next door
In this season when ice and snow melt for the first time.
What can't be wrapped up is that
Youth rippling
Feelings with poets.
Modern Poetry on Grapes 4 Grape Dreams
A legend tells the story of yesterday's dream.
Some people say that your leaves are like maple leaves.
I said your personality, blowing in the wind.
Autumn frost swept in.
Take away your exuberant feelings.
Leaving behind slender vines.
There is still a little bit of tenacity.
A long wait.
Just intoxicated by the spring breeze.
String, line,
Green, crystal clear.
Just like a girl's heart is full of shame and rain.
Maybe it's to make up for the long loneliness.
I just want to meet at this moment.
On a particular day,
Listen quietly,
Seems to verify the story.
A breeze,
We walked into the distant swan song together.
Modern Poetry on Grapes 5 Red grapes in my hometown
In autumn, decorate crystals with branches and vines.
Red grapes in the country lit up their eyes and looked around.
The wind blows the bell, and the bell rings with affection.
A feeling of nostalgia came to my mind.
Dreams, that's all.
Spread on the shelf of love
Looking for verse
Weave into a string of ripe fruit symbols
Jump up to the sun, picture books, piano scores, moisturize makeup.
Night, with the red rhyme of grapes.
Infiltrating the moon window, I climbed the ladder.
Hold the cane with a rare star.
Feiyue galaxy
Connect heaven and earth into a line.
Go to the moon palace
The other end is inserted into the mountain.
With the inspiration of nature *
Sing with the local accent of the mountain village
Fly,
Grape leaves in my hometown
Swing butterfly-like wings
Look at the lake, condensed into bluestone, and talk like a mandarin duck.
Jade rabbit jumps out of the moon palace,
Casa de Lava
WU GANG leads a dissolute life in his hometown.
Have a grape feast. Stop it right now.
This cabin is elegant and simple.
Grapes are brilliant red on the lips.
The wind is getting smaller,
Leaves are softer.
Chang 'e was drunk, too.
Dancing with charming love
Red juice, flying out of the fresh.
It moistens everything silently and softly
With the coming of autumn,
Enter into a permanent agreement
The vines will not wither for ten thousand years,
The newly built shelf will not collapse.
In this harvest season
An elegant painting
Little moon, little grapes
Xiao you,
With a little me ...