Modern poem This Summer 1 This Summer, It's Rainy.
This summer, it was rainy.
I put all my feelings in the sun.
Looking at the sun, I always miss this sunny moment.
It will last for a long time
Your outstretched hand can't touch my back.
The sun shines in from the side.
Cicada began to sing endlessly.
The river overflows and many small fish
Follow your dreams and swim out of my door.
Youth began to roar, and I hid in the darkness.
Waiting time opens the cracks in history like a sawtooth.
Those rusty stories gradually surfaced.
Dragonflies had stood on it before the wind blew.
I am waiting for you. Are you waiting for me?
Modern Poetry in this Summer 2 Summer
Liu Hua has not taken off yet.
Pink just checked in.
Anxious street girl
Hastily brought summer here.
Show attractive nipples
Show a delicate decoration
Short skirts attract butterflies to fly.
Flower shirts give bees an illusion.
That guy is still holding on to his sweater.
The girl is barefoot.
Summer, summer
Are you too early?
Times have really changed now.
People can do whatever they want.
Reform and opening-up country
Fully enjoy the taste of freedom.
Grandma stopped being sarcastic.
Grandpa can't tell me what to do.
Life is not easy.
Just be happy every day.
Modern poem "This Summer" 3 "It's a little cold this summer"
It's a little cold this summer.
Small flowers on the ridge of the field
Still holding the enthusiasm of the sun
I still hope.
Grafted on this land
Life is still the same.
Endless crawling forward
It's a little cold this summer.
Once Mona Lisa
At the moment I looked back.
Show a wrinkled smile
Buried deep where I grew up.
Corn in the field
Still behind the hail
Talking about the livelihood of farmers in the coming year
It's a little cold this summer.
Mother still cares about her thin corn.
There are also children whose eldest brother is under one year old.
Her advice came from the ward.
In countless duels,
She still killed the disease.
But there was not a tear this summer.
I buried my pride and fantasy.
At the bottom of the desperate lake
Regain the once calm.
At the end of this summer.
I am burdened with my mother's hope.
And started a new journey.
This summer's modern poem 4 "It's a little cold this summer"
When making this promise,
I didn't kiss your eyes.
Happy snowflakes are flying all over the sky
You said Su Wu's shepherd's place
It is the latest and most beautiful thing in your life.
expect
Remember the way you trembled in the wind?
You refused my warmth.
Don't you have any desire?
You pointed to the distant sun and said
When this summer comes,
Save me a piece.
ice
When this summer comes,
You disappeared without a trace.
Ask the herdsmen your news in Tianya.
He pointed to the bright moon in the blue sky and said
Let me tell you
Don't wait.
This listless summer
I didn't see fireflies flying over the night sky.
There was no storm last year.
I can't hear the trunk tearing in the air.
Expect a bad or good story
Let me move.
There is a place called the old place.
There is also a kind of slate called blue slate.
I write on the slate in the old place.
That summer in Na Yue.
I'll give it to you under this slate.
A piece of ice
Modern poetry this summer 5 this summer
I am alone, quietly.
Sitting by the river in my hometown
Look at it one by one
Love on the ice
In pairs.
Mandarin ducks frolicking in the water
Splash up line by line
Distant ripples
In fact, happiness
Precisely
Dependence and companionship
I am the only one.
Accompanied by loneliness
A lot has passed in an instant.
Many years.
hear nothing of
There are still
How many summers like this?
Depressed dragonfly
Between charge gaps
Agile rotation.
Still looking for it?
Yesterday's dream
A fidgety cicada
ensconce
On the top of a big tree
Still playing
That old love song
Sing nonstop
This summer, the shade
I can't hide my thoughts.
I don't want to go.
others
Help me hold up an umbrella.
Modern Poetry This Summer 6 Rain This Summer
It has been raining this summer.
Cars and pedestrians have lost their way.
One morning in autumn
The rain made my eyes wet.
Glittering water droplets are hidden in the grass.
This summer is in my memory.
Romantic vines are with dusk.
Listen to the sound of rain dripping.
The leaves are green, yellow and green.
The city has changed. Your hair is getting less.
This summer is accompanied by longing and waiting.
That bright red door
Keep soaking in the rain.
Late at night, a voice of nature
Floating in my world
"Come on, come on ..."
The season after this summer
The wind scattered the fallen leaves on the tree.
Sow endless melancholy in this morning.
You are late.
The autumn rain is still falling.
This summer's modern poem 7 "This summer is a mess"
This summer is a mess.
Messy as building blocks scattered on the ground by several children.
Even often feel scared.
Like a village after a hurricane.
It's messy and devastated.
The scorching sun at noon is dazzling and sinister.
Even cicadas hide and don't bark.
This summer is too long.
The rain is heavy and urgent.
It seems to have been suppressed in my heart for a long time
Once it breaks out, it will be out of control.
This summer is too heavy.
Heavy to the clouds and rain, rivers into the ground.
Just drunk, just sleepy.
It's good to keep it like this.
Drinking alone in the yard has become a nostalgia.
Being awake this summer has become a punishment.
This is the last scenery in summer.
Summer turns dreams into fruits.
Unfortunately, paralysis has replaced drugs.
There are scars everywhere.
This summer is so desolate.
This is the last fast food in summer.
Hello, Rose, speechless.
While greedily chewing the long-lost memory.
While swallowing the ambiguous sour soup bitterly.
This summer, this summer.
I'm so sad and wronged
Is there still summer?
Is there such a summer?
Ask heaven
The sky is silent.
Modern poetry this summer
I like to sit alone on the roadside in the sunset and feel the time passing by day by day.
I learned to describe loneliness in my diary.
So life gradually became a fragment of the past.
Once upon a time, we were all trying to change.
I thought I could keep my feelings so that they wouldn't change helplessly over time.
Unfortunately, at that time, we were inexperienced and didn't know how to add a touch of color to our lives.
The kite suddenly broke and it was far away from us.
A person's life, his pocket is full of reminders.
It seems simple, but there will be no more confusion.
Whose picture is so bright on the bedside table, laughing?
Have a slight complaint
Lying in a small space, enjoying the movies edited by myself and enjoying the promises made by the protagonists to each other.
Like torn stationery, sometimes inexplicably sad.
I thought everything was far from the past, and I miss it very much.
Then I will slowly forget my attachment to you.
Inadvertently walking out of the balcony that morning, I found that all this was just a lie to deceive myself.
The curtains are still hung with colored threads, which are connected by paper cranes. You taught me to fold them first.
There are sad moments and countless thoughts.
Only to find that I really can't escape thinking of you.
Modern poem This Summer 9 This Summer is Sad
This summer is a season of growth and sadness.
Every phone call is about love.
Every greeting is always associated with missing.
A heart longing for freedom
One idea after another is brewing.
Weave one dream after another.
I really want to plant some memories in my life
Bury a hope and an expectation for the desolate heart.
Imagine the harvest.
I always get carried away in my dreams.
Maybe this city will leave something behind.
Maybe the tears of regret came quietly.
I learned to walk in the city this summer.
I don't know if I'm looking for anything.
White clouds slowly drifted away overhead.
The blue sky is still so high that it gives me room to daydream.
The city is getting busier every day.
I'll be wandering soon.
Cicada calls the rhythm of the season.
I don't want to settle down and indulge in monotonous singing.
I want to explore the secrets of summer.
Although I can't catch it, I can't catch it.
But my body is full of hot blood.
I want to burn, catch the wind and light a prairie fire this summer.
Modern poem "This Summer" 10 "It has been raining this summer"
Companions are guarding Taobao.
The courier delivers shiny new shirts every day.
Girlfriend happily changed planes.
Apples, pears and watermelons all have flower-like lines.
Broad-leaved trees on the roadside hold their heads high.
Anxious to have a private chat with Liu Yun.
Only the rain has been raining.
Diffuse this summer
Adapt to the dry turtle land and stretch yourself.
Ruins instantly block your view.
Turbid tears drowned life.
The dozing cat hasn't had time to jump out.
The number becomes 10 1.
Multiple screens of different sizes are flashing at the same time.
I still don't know which line to connect.
We are all used to crossing space with all kinds of numbers.
Like a lush vine, it stretches many tentacles.
The big tree I want to wind is always invisible or diving.
Many shocks are accompanied by panic.
Countless eager complaints can't find an exit.
Feeding feathers began to shed.
The stopped branches are intertwined with life and death.
The abnormal rainstorm took away the temperature.
stretch out one's hand(s)
But I can't catch it.
A tail that flees quickly
Modern poetry this summer 1 1 this summer
Summer evening songs flow quietly in the restless air.
At this time, the curved moon bud has not yet hung in the sky.
Sitting alone on the deserted grass, I can't hear anyone say forgiveness.
They are all very busy, leaving me alone.
No one can really understand the sadness they threw at me.
Maybe the moonlight will only illuminate some places forever.
And let another part of people endure trauma alone in the dark and become strong.
Shouldn't you have intruded into your direction at all?
Instead of enduring inexplicable injuries and still unable to resist.
Actually, it doesn't matter
It's like you don't want to tie my hair for so many days.
Just because he likes you, he dresses beautifully.
Slowly, time taught me.
How to pretend to be strong during the day and wander alone in the dark?
I tried to say to myself.
Maybe I am an angel in a fairy tale.
Destined to be sentimental to many people and unable to fly.
Fairy tales will have a name called the past in the distant future.
Under the stars.
The old man told the children that all the unreachable places were far away.
If you can, don't give up looking for happiness.