In life, work and study, we have been exposed to a lot of excellent poetry, right? Poetry is rich in musical beauty, statements are usually arranged in lines, focusing on the beauty of structural form. There are various types of poetry, what kind of poetry have you seen? The following is the modern poetry of swallows that I have organized for you, welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will be helpful to you.
Swallows Modern Poetry 1Swallows
Every time the flowers bloom
You come back
And I never ask
Where you've been
Because I know
You're traveling with thoughts of me
And all of our yearnings
Every time we meet and look at each other
I remember
And you've never been on the wrong
roof
Because you know
I've always been in the same place
Listening to you talk about the things that lead to happiness
You used to tell me
Your name
Swallow flying south
And I'm the one who's always on the right track.
And I am a
Swimmer returning from the south
You said you never forgot
The happy smiles of boys and girls under the rainy eaves
We tried hard
not to let our loved ones under the eaves
feel the sadness of our worries
But our momentary sorrows and joys were only a scene of a tragic accident.
You never said goodbye to me
You left
Until your laughter ceased to ring in my ears
I never stayed
You turned away
And let you forcibly take away my cares
You said
"When you're strong enough
To cut out colors for your loved ones
When I'm strong enough to
Give all the rewards to my loved ones
No more tears, no more smiles
If I can give all the happiness to my loved ones
Whether I stay or go doesn't matter
Swallows Modern Poetry 2
Swallows This is the first time I've ever seen a swallow in my life. strong> Swallows
When the swallows,
Cut the curtain of spring,
Let the sky and the earth embrace,
And let all life go on the road collectively.
The landscape, the wide streets, and the humblest of grasses,
all cheered with dreams.
I also flocked to the dream team.
In the noisy world,
I learnt from the swallows,
and cut the willow of my life,
and danced with the winds of the century.
The voice of the swallow,
is not a beautiful one,
but it is a voice,
that can trigger the symphony of spring.
Let the green that can not be melted,
clusters of undefeated flowers,
let the light butterflies,
also chasing the heavy love.
I don't have the look of a flower,
but I have the passion of fire.
I can also let the ordinary ordinary self,
burning out of the Oriental sunset line of splendor,
or to light up the Century Avenue, a street light.
Swallows, swept through my window,
issued an invitation to me,
There are no seasons of life,
only the blood in the flow, the heart in the heart beat.
I follow the example of the swallow,
and with the lightest of feathers,
and the most simple of voices,
I extend an invitation to the world.