A modern poem about rain 1 On Rain
Chou-yu Cheng
The long-awaited Putian and Ranch.
Long-awaited fish ponds and streams
When Pu Tian froze for a winter, the seeds were imprisoned.
The pasture withered and lost the trace of cattle and sheep.
When the fish pond is cold and shallow, the swimming fish run aground.
The stream is getting hoarse and the songs are out of tune.
Rain said, I'm coming. I'm going to visit the earth in April.
I came, I walked lightly, and I whispered.
My love weaves heaven and earth together like silk thread.
I call every child's nickname sweet and accurate.
I am here, the thunder and lightning are quiet and the wind is not crowded.
When I get close, you may know.
Don't open an oil umbrella to resist me.
Don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains.
Don't be busy wearing hemp fiber, put on your hat quickly.
Rain said, I came to the earth to be close to you.
I am a guest in April, bringing the baptism of spring.
Why don't you lift your face and let me kiss you?
Why don't you follow me,
The beat of stepping on my steps?
Follow me to the land of Pu Tian, and it will be as moist as ointment.
When you go to the pasture, you should shoot the new seedlings of honeysuckle.
Say hello to the fish jumping around the pond.
Listen to the new laundry ballad of practicing water.
Rain said: I am coming, and I am far away.
There are towering peaks and white clouds all over the sky.
I used to be a child, and I loved to play as much as you.
However, I am lucky.
I grew up smiling in the white clouds.
The first thing, I want to teach you to laugh bravely.
Didn't you see that wicker bent over when he saw me laughing?
The stone lion laughed and cried when he saw me.
When the swallow saw me, he smiled and cocked his wings.
The second thing, I will teach you to laugh bravely.
When I saw the flag, it laughed.
As long as the national flag smiles, the sound of spring will be heard.
As long as you laugh, there is hope for the earth.
Rain said, I'm coming, and I won't go back when I come.
When you laugh, I will rest happily.
One day, you were eating an apple and wiping your mouth.
Remember, the sweet one in your mouth,
It's my blessing.
A modern poem about rain 2 "Waiting for you in the rain"
Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you in the rain,
In the rain that makes rainbows
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially at dusk,
Through this drizzle
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside of time,
In time, waiting for you.
In an instant, eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake the laurel paddle on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock.
Suddenly you came.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
In the words of Jiang Baishi,
With the rhythm, you came.
A modern poem describing rain 3 "Rain Lane"
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Modern poem 4 "Listening to the Rain" describes the rain.
Sigh through the ages
I like listening to the rain.
Listen to the gentle sound of drizzle moistening wheat seedlings when willow sprouts in early spring.
It is a poetic brocade painting.
I like listening to the rain.
Listen to cicadas singing wild rain in hot summer.
This is a passionate symphony of destiny.
I like listening to the rain.
Listening to the sound of rain ticking on the eaves when yellow leaves fall in late autumn.
It's a Zen poem.
I like listening to the rain.
If it rains in snowy winter
This must be a hymn of life.
I like listening to the rain.
I read my whole life in the rain.
I realized the true meaning of life.
A modern poem describing rain 5 "Random Thoughts on Autumn Rain"
Water-stopping orchid
Another autumn rain.
It rains like this.
Silent Cry
Broke the tranquility of this thousand-year-old city.
A seemingly happy face is actually unhappy.
If you are as weak as Daiyu.
I can't see my fingers.
Lost, come back from school. Naughty boy.
Can you still see it?
A fuzzy smiling face wet with heavy rain.
A pale face of pain
The forgotten corner is still worth remembering.
Look at the beautiful flowers outside the window.
Affectionate rain, how can you bear to fall?
Tell the truth of prayer
Please have mercy and let her go.
Idle people with nothing to fish for.
Why don't you care about me when you wear hemp fiber?
Give a boo
I'm afraid I'll distract you.
Look at the watch on your wrist.
Why hasn't the person I knew at that time arrived yet?
What should I do?
Makes Iraqis so uneasy.
The floor covered with fine dust is brand new.
You are the first to bear the brunt.
Adjust the pointer of time.
Sit on the tower and wait for the news of your victory.
Meet you in the wind and rain
The flowers next to them are so petal-shaped and bare.
Dark clouds blocked the sunset.
Please don't be late for the next stop.
A modern poem about rain 6 "Rain Text"
Fate is the first cloud in the lonely sky.
After many vicissitudes.
Gather into a trickle of rain.
a fine drizzle
Moisten the memory a little
I forgot to bring my rain gear in case I get wet.
rains cats and dogs
It is the catharsis of lightning love.
With the roar of tripterygium wilfordii Dian Mu.
Dayu line
Being pushed and wronged, he jumped down.
Crystal growing like a root, clear and transparent.
A rain heralds a new beginning in the past.
All cowardice is forced under the eaves.
Flying diarrhea overthrows your resentment.
Open the umbrella of my soul
Keep a low profile and let it wash.
Open all my memories of happiness and pain.
The wind says rain is a tear in the sky.
Hit the ball with a soft streamline.
Hit the end of the glass and find the destination.
Looking for a wet heart in the cracks
Suddenly want to evaporate from memory.
So I opened my heart and looked forward to the sunrise.
The rain was interrupted by frogs.
I like the smell of soil after rain.
Petals fly down, arousing the drunkenness of the roots.
Rain gives the world a cool freehand brushwork.
A modern poem describing rain 7 "One rain after another"
Yumi
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Waiting for a snow to sue God.
I
This river
A mountain road without water.
not yet
Become afternoon tea on the shore
spring
Has become an unpredictable dilemma.
I
This river
You can't get out.
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Can't wait for a snow to tell God.
A modern poem about rain 8 "The Sound of Rain"
Ultimate poverty
I like the window that stands by and listens to the rain.
On a quiet night, the sound of ticking
Like cheerful notes.
Jump in my heart
The rain is ticking, and the silent night.
A diffuse breath
It always reminds me of yellowed memories.
Surging in front of my eyes
The past has passed, and it will never disappear.
My thoughts and hopes.
The sky is vast, where to find it?
My lost dream
The rain is ticking, on a quiet night.
Beating in my ear. be
A naughty song
It haunts my dreams.
Is it you or the story of time?
A modern poem describing rain 9 "To Spring Rain"
God has always been a black face, even ugly.
Its face is airy.
What are you-
Wet and cold streets
Dense wilderness
A wrinkled pond
Suddenly and leisurely
Busy for more than half a month.
For more than half a month,
You're too low-key-
Why not invite lightning?
Or more thunder and less rain?
You said-"That was later.
I'll spit a little bit this season. "
Spin some silk-I'm afraid it will affect your spinning.
That's very thoughtful
But you know, this crazy world thought,
One by one will be moldy.
The sun will rise tomorrow.
There is no objection
A modern poem about rain 10 "Spring Rain"
Spirit of heaven
The showers of everything in the spring rain
You come and go as you please.
Your eyes are completely new.
Indus spring rain is gentle,
Shy as a virgin
Suddenly stopped,
Just because you're waving at me.
Seeing your slim figure,
That amazing feeling immediately climbed into my mind.
I really hope this unintentional meeting.
Stay here forever.
I whisper to you.
I come from the clouds,
There are many worries in my heart, so I don't answer them.
Just fold a pink flower and gently hand it to me.
The smell is flying all over the sky.
My sadness was suddenly driven away.
Even the gloomy sky has become open-minded
I know I can only stay between your fingers for a while.
But I don't regret it,
Because I already took your first kiss.
I dived without hesitation.
Then wait quietly in the mud.
Waiting for you to gently absorb me
Modern Poetry on Rain 1 1 Sudden rainstorm
Ink cloud secretly opened.
shawl
Covering the sky
Eyes, suddenly
Lightning and thunder.
Set off a prelude to heavy rain
Make a fuss about the wind, such as
Dance like a pipa
Beads of rain poured down like
Crazy waterfall-like spectacle
The shadows are swaying, just like
Make a fool of yourself.
Scared away the footsteps of pedestrians.
The rest is endless.
A blank street
And the boundless sky
Form an interesting/pleasant contrast
However, heavy rain is always short-lived.
You don't have to suffer like a seagull
Let the storm pass.
Meet the rainbow after the rain
Modern Rain Poems 12 Listening to Rain
Listening to the rain in autumn night
Dropping on my window
Sounds like grandma smashing clothes.
Rub my missing mood
Listening to the rain in loneliness
Slip into my heart
Like the sound of a loving mother's shoes
Shuttle in front of my eyes.
Listening to the rain in a foreign land
Indulge in my dream.
Like greetings from my hometown.
Drifting on my old road
A modern poem describing rain 13 Happy Night Rain
After a long drought and worry, the scorched fields are deeply cracked.
When it rains at night, every drop is gold.
Modern poetry describes rain 14 autumn rain
Looking forward to an autumn rain, looking forward to a return of the soul.
Rain, from the distant horizon
A straight line down from the heart.
Still can't find the direction
Outside the window, raindrops are jumping happily.
The land is slowly impregnated.
Into the soil bit by bit.
The great land has been erased.
Tears of heaven
Independent window
Feel the rain.
Ideological struggle
When can we break through the night?
No tears doesn't mean
Forget that it is
I missed you so much that I cried.
Autumn rain tears into autumn scenery.
Don't depend on anyone
The music never stops.
in an awful mess
The autumn rain is continuous.
It's autumn again
A modern poem describing rain 15 Summer Rain
Yu Xia
Countless connections
That's love for the earth.
Dao Dao gan Lin
get wet
Everything is full of energy.
Yu Xia
Close and complicated connection with each other.
That's an arrow that shoots at the heat wave.
Sharp branches
create
Everything is fresh and radiant.
Summer rain is intoxicating wine.
Drunk the city
A drunken country
Summer rain is a medicine for treating diseases.
Suppress anxiety
peace
Yu Xia
Calm a person down
Yu Xia
Keep women quiet.
Modern Rain Poems 16 Random Thoughts on Autumn Rain
Autumn rain,
The drizzle takes away the summer fever,
It also wet people's hearts.
Intermittent autumn rain,
It seems to tell me that I can't bear summer.
It's like talking about attachment to autumn.
The wind is blowing slightly,
An oblique drizzle is blowing,
Blowing wrinkled the calm water,
It cooled the whole world.
Modern poetry describes rain 17 to spring rain.
God has always been black-faced.
Even ugly face.
gently
What are you-
Wet and cold streets
Dense wilderness
A wrinkled pond
Suddenly and leisurely
Busy for more than half a month.
For more than half a month,
You're too low-key-
Why not invite lightning?
Or thunder
Make a scene?
You said-
"That was later.
This season
I will spit out some silk. "
Spit some silk-
Afraid it will affect your spinning.
That's very thoughtful
But you know what?
This hectic world
Heart, one by one will be moldy.
The sun will rise tomorrow.
There is no objection