Midsummer Modern Poetry 1 Midsummer Gorgeous Debut
Cicada played the song of victory.
The sound of victory resounded through the stage of heaven and earth.
Cicada has been dormant for thousands of years.
Just to dress up in midsummer.
Ah, this midsummer elf
Bury one's loyalty deep underground.
Quietly looking forward to the good luck in midsummer.
The latent pain is not just a legend.
Singing for summer for a short time is not worth mentioning.
Live and sing for midsummer.
Die and return to your hometown with midsummer.
Oh, and those fallen wings.
Just to protect the midsummer sun.
Midsummer, life is in full bloom.
Thunder announces passion
Lightning pierced the dark silence.
A storm that renders the atmosphere
March forward courageously
Open a chapter of life between heaven and earth
It happened that the cool lotus was so quiet and fragrant.
Midsummer's face is smiling.
comfort
He needs not only cicadas.
He needs lotus flowers to release fragrance for him.
Lianer cares about his enthusiasm.
Wash away his dryness with wisdom
This midsummer world
Enthusiasm is passion in singing.
Swing wildly, release in the cool.
Oh, midsummer is in my beautiful heart
It is my infinite dream.
Wonderful dream
Build a colorful bridge
That's an agreement with God, right?
I am immersed in summer life.
Feel its enthusiasm and gentleness.
Follow his powerful life
Sing, sing.
I like midsummer.
Just like I like life.
His incisively and vividly
Like thunder this summer.
Xia Yu
Singing in summer
The fragrance of summer
I like the midsummer sun.
It's too hot to fit anyone.
Good and evil are up to me.
Don't argue, you can judge.
I want to live like a midsummer flower
With the heat of summer.
Or gentle or calm.
Or like it.
A modern poem in midsummer 2 A lamp on the construction site outside the window shines like a bunker.
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.
Midsummer Modern Poetry 3 I approached gently.
Approaching the dream curtain shrouded in moonlight
The long white dress is cool.
Cool this impetuous midsummer
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Rows of terraces
Cann't hide the desire to grow up
Strength of joint
Expect gold to mature.
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Water bamboo was silent.
The secret of a peaceful world
The anger that tore the cloud apart.
Burning the warmth of the four seasons
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Frogs gradually rise, cicadas sink.
Honesty is hidden in the lotus pond
I can't get over it.
A sigh covered with dust
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It turns out that a wisp of midnight sadness.
It has nothing to do with romance, but with wealth.
Just a gust of wind and water
Then the cloud faded away from home.
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If the fate of this world
Can't escape the bondage of fame and fortune
Those green grasses are about to drip.
Whether it can bear the sadness of looking around.
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If you don't understand the sadness of a slender grass
I think mountains and rivers can only have bleak autumn.
I can't understand this lush season in words.
Just because I'm at a crossroads.
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I can't get enough of summer flowers.
I can't hear enough whispers.
Only that turned away.
Missed the gathering in this life.
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It doesn't matter if it's a coincidence
It doesn't matter what you dream.
The midsummer sun has passed.
No more burning feeling.
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Gentle waiting
The moonlight is like washing.
Infinite melancholy
Dancing in the dusk ...
A touch of Xia Yun in Chapter 4 of Midsummer Modern Poetry.
Yang pushed away the favor of Yan Yang.
Flowers and trees are transpiration in the hot air.
Strong unique flavor of midsummer.
Blue sky and white clouds roam in the sky.
Aunt sanitation is wearing thick overalls.
The builder climbed up the high shelf.
A broom and a brick are the hope of this family.
In the years of fire in July.
How much love is staged in full swing?
Roadside, field, construction site.
Busy figures can be seen everywhere.
Under the scorching sun
I can't find a breath of wind.
Even the air is full of hot air.
Cicadas sing heartily in the shade of trees.
The high temperature in Jiangnan did not last.
A bottle of water, a piece of melon and a cool seat.
Send us some coolness.
Thank those hands that give silently.
I think my family at this time
Sweating in the field.
Weeding, spraying pesticides, picking fruits and vegetables
A few acres of barren land is their livelihood.
July has just passed.
Some touching stories continue.
Like violets in the lotus pond.
In midsummer, love will bloom.
Midsummer Modern Poetry 5 This summer,
It keeps raining,
Can I let you stay with me,
Let this long-lost fragrance seep into my heart.
I don't want to see your red eyes crying,
I don't want to see the moment I leave,
The world makes me dizzy,
The blessing of companionship is with you day and night;
I am most afraid of seeing the rain wet your face.
My heart will fall gently on your side.
Missed this rainy season,
Who will dry each other's memories?
I'm afraid I don't have time to say a lot of promises,
Now it can only be left until tomorrow after the rain.
Acacia raindrops slowly slide down your eyes,
The mottled memory is a lingering feeling that will never go away.
This summer, how to run aground again!
I am most afraid of the moment when the rain hits your face.
The wet heart falls gently again,
Slowly condense memories into glaciers,
Until the long winter.
I'm afraid I don't have time to make many promises.
Dried by the high temperature after the rain.
Stay.
Summer after rain,
Let the raindrops of love fall into your eyes, and you can't see all the lingering.
Mottled my memory, or that summer that will never go away.
Let this memory be next to it,
Still stranded in the entanglement of this summer.
Midsummer modern poetry 6 is like fire and the sun is shining high.
Stepping on the cool stream.
Bloom in the waves
Be pursuing
Xiaoyu footprint
hot
Occupy my world
cool
Leave it in my mouth
Lifesaving ice cream
Into my fiery heart
The air conditioner didn't rest.
Service?Desk?
Hold a pen
Let the sun shine outside the window.
I hid in the house.
He still has a pen in his hand.
suddenly
There is a stream at the tip of the pen.
With a small fish
Use cicada language
That's melted ice cream.
……
Quiet thinking
The meaning of summer vacation
It rained for several days.
The continuous crackling of raindrops.
The sound of sad footsteps is in my ear.
Hide the chill
In summer, the story has stopped.
It seems that
The world stopped being active.
once in a while
Singing the surviving cicada language outside the window
Cheep-
intermittently
Want to stay in the footsteps of summer
Cheep-
seem
I picked up the sun again.
Soak in sweat
Nostalgic memories
A cup of black tea, at the end of a midsummer modern poem, leaning against the window,
Reach out to pick the moon overhead,
Suddenly find
She has escaped;
Bend over,
Try to pick it up.
The murmur of water under your feet,
She's still calling deeper.
Hiding in the quilt,
Have a charming dream:
Facing the window lattice of the moon,
Covering the mouth of Yutu,
Peep at Chang 'e's new love;
Stepping on a cool stream,
Hee hee among the grass and stones,
Read the lingering feelings of fish and shrimp;
Liu Yong chased the waning moon when he was awake.
Tie her firmly under the buttonwood tree in the yard,
Until she promised to get out for a long time ...
Frogs in the fragrance of rice,
Shuttling by my bed,
Rub the spiritual scroll.
Suck the loneliness in the wine,
Listen to the frog's cry,
A spasm in my heart:
Silence and noise are the faces of the night,
They never stop changing,
Deduct the two ends of adult life.
In the long and fuzzy night,
Several children appeared on the concrete road,
Their schoolbags contain my childhood dreams:
Out of the house
Building a beautiful urban garden ...
A Midsummer Modern Poetry 8 You have an appointment with June.
Iron faith
A promise of 1000 dollars
You turned nirvana in June into poetry.
You turned June into a painting.
Elegant and noble character
Quiet as a virgin's warmth
You and June are in love silently.
Never change your infatuation.
The last time you were happy.
June is on fire because of you.
Hunting Xia Feng
Clear the way for you
orrential downpours
Welcome.
Don't come.
The cherry blossoms refused to retreat from the beautiful skirt.
You can't drive.
Xia Chan has no intention of living a luxurious life.
You are not charming.
Tourists refused to set foot in the icy pond.
You don't smell good
The poet refused to speak his mind.
Thunder bursts
the rain falls in torrents/sheets
You came here leisurely in June.
Your lovesickness has soaked June into boundless blue waves.
Experienced the loneliness of autumn
Survived the cold winter
Feel the tenderness of spring
Your clean face.
Your elegant and noble personality
Not reduced by silt.
It has not changed because of the heat in summer.
You are as white as a fairy.
You can be rouge.
Your date with Joan
Fulfill a firm promise
This is a promise made in previous lives.
This is a promise. Only when the mountains have no edges and the heavens and the earth are in harmony can we dare to separate from you.
After the storm
You, you've lost your life.
You, the pond is broken.
Every petal of yours
Writing without regrets
How many times do flowers bloom and fall?
Cold winds and too much rain ―― bad weather.
Can't ruin your life in full bloom in the pond
June in the south.
Wait for the same
Holy lotus
Loyal to our original wishes
Meet in June
Meet in midsummer
Midsummer Modern Poetry 9 Recalling those summers,
Those fleeting years that bloom in light and shadow;
Inadvertently, I suddenly found out that,
I have never forgotten the glory of my youth.
Erasable time and broken shadows,
Unforgettable zero months.
Bury, my attachment.
Looking up, I saw a bright autumn color.
Looking back, I found the love that was inadvertently shed.
After all, we have to leave,
Pick up the thoughts that fall at your feet.
Rain is still sad and speechless
Midsummer Modern Poetry 10 Morning Air
It seems to flow from a gap in the filter paper.
Yi ru bi Qing tan
So clear, you can see the bottom.
Dawn smiled.
Stumbling from the air
This is the singing of birds.
Or the sound of nature with your wings flapping?
Summon her
I want to compare with you.
Who saw it first?
Tomorrow's sunrise
But then I realized.
This is just a joke of a three-year-old child.
In your schedule
There is no day or night.
When you carry pollen,
Carry honey
Riding the sails of the sunset
Hurry home.
But I don't know.
There is a bumblebee.
On the way you have to pass.
It has been covered with a net.