Mei is a distant lover.
May is the wind whispering in the west of the city.
Colorful huwei tribe
The shuttle bullet exploded, illuminating the earthworm's body.
In dandelion's imagination, every planet is a paratrooper.
The ears of wheat are hidden in the window that is not full yet.
Greet tourists after a thunderstorm.
Dusk was a scarred passer-by.
When the mudslide hit us in the evening of May,
We hide in the air.
The dreamer steps on footprints in the sky.
When the flight took off, the world was full of doubts.
The idea of modern poetry on May 2nd floated from that season.
Slowly, gently
Mixed with floating accessories
Fly over my eyes.
I am looking forward to the snow in May.
Just like I believe in heaven
In the image, it still dances gracefully.
Dancing in my lonely heart lake
I am looking forward to the snow in May.
Fragments of sadness are falling.
The mystery of disappearance will be staged again tonight.
I am the one who is silent at this time.
I am looking forward to the snow in May.
I prefer sunny and cold snowy nights.
It's not cold, it's cold
It will snow sometime in May.
I'm just waiting for this illusion.
Maybe I should know I'm paranoid.
Indulge in your own world and let your soul leave quietly.
The snowy night in my heart has my sleeping soul.
It's snowing lightly. Here she comes.
Over my heart, over my eyes.
Gently, she walked away again, so at a loss.
Melt in my eyes ...
Modern Poems in May: Memories of Mother (Part One)
mother
Since I can remember.
You are like an ancient exclamation point.
Stumbling every day
Walking on the rugged fields.
mother
Your thirsty lips
On the cracked land
The hungrier you are.
A bumper crop
Under your cocoon-covered hands
Continue to extend
mother
Your eyes are like water.
Nourish the arid land
In the golden sunshine
Your posture is the most beautiful.
Write down the sweat dripping on the soil.
A magnificent chapter
mother
The seeds you planted.
On barren land
Take root and sprout
You use your life's expectation and hope.
Always harvest.
That intoxicating sincerity
Brilliant Epic (Ⅱ)
Who has an oil-paper umbrella?
Bring money.
Find the destination of love
I watched the sunrise.
Give the book of songs
A girl who loves poetry.
Elegant gentleness
A river crossing the years
By the deep reeds
Break into your heart
In nine ileal poems
A trace of green water and grass
Wear a colorful skirt
Spitting and jointing seedlings
Waiting on the shore every night
Listen to the tide of dawn
Seeds are scattered one after another
Cultivate sincerity for barren land.
A long-forgotten poem
In the summer rain and dew
Put down the hoe rhythmically.
I'm alone.
Plow in the field
That dazzling morning star
Divide a ray of starlight
I am in the majestic waves.
rise with a spring
Sincere as fire
Create a brilliant epic
May 4th New Poetry (1)
Praise the May wind, romantic and romantic. Qingdao is a new symbol, tall and magnificent.
Steel-plastic torch, red carving classic. The implication is profound, the charm is powerful, and it urges people to spur.
(2)
The fiery red is spiral and the lines are simple. The hurricane rose in the air, thick and textured.
The new rhythm of the city shocks the soul. Distinctive personality, the call of life.
(3)
The dream of island city, the torch breeds warmth. Distance breeds beauty, looking up at the spiral of dreams.
At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Look up at the bright spots. Urban red dancing shoes, dazzling in rotation.
(4)
The burning flame stirred the soul to tremble. The torch is innovative, meaningful and far-reaching.
Red sculpture, the critical point between city and ocean. Life has a broad vision and stirs patriotic feelings.
(5)
History swings, spinning one after another. The times make gestures and join hands with nature.
Ambition is powerful and spreads everywhere. The mighty east wind rises, and the dream is finally ignited.
(6)
Although the trestle is beautiful, I prefer sculpture construction. Outside the old buildings, don't colonize the remnants.
Reform the atmosphere and respect the right to work. Youth and blood, ambition in mountains and seas.
(7)
The mighty May wind is determined to remember. The blue sky is lined with red fire, and the blue sea reflects the green hills.
Qingdao's pride shines brightly. Look at the torch, it will shine forever.
(8)
The torch stands beside a tall building, and Qingdao will be remembered forever. The wind and waves are rough and the stars shine in the night sky.
There are many stories in May, the cry of labor. The wind and smoke are touching, and the Chinese nation praises it.
Modern poetry on May 5th, accompanied by fiery arrival.
I am here
With a youthful dream.
Brew exciting youth
Clouds floating in the sky
Like cattle and sheep running on the grassland.
In the vast world of chasing and playing.
There are always encounters and separations.
The Boy Who Cried Bitch
Flowing through your fingers like quicksand.
Past obsolescence
As if it were yesterday.
Young flower sea
Bloom in this season
The fragrance of ideal
Still intoxicating.
Bright moonlight
Slip into my heart like silk.
sake
The ego reflected in the mirror.
Even if it is as small as a mayfly.
It is also confirming the existence of life.
Wake up when the morning bell rings and the drums ring.
Only regret is regret.
The brilliance of fire tree and silver flower
As short as a meteor
The running of youth
Our heart is our destination.
A boat in the sea
Capsized and still floating on the sea.
The unyielding of Qingshan
Because it enriches itself with green.
Lost deer
Has walked out of the fog
Open the sealed memory
It turned out to be my own dust.
I am here
Here forever
With the ideal of rushing to the clouds.
Give yourself a pair of wings.
Modern Poetry on May 6th This is a day of flowers and birds singing.
It's getting sunny every day.
Rhododendron is singing in the mountains.
Those who seem to be urging
Plowing and weeding
Is the beginning of all the harvest.
This time is more suitable for writing poetry.
Wind, rain
The mountains are full of green children.
This is the rhythm of poetry.
-A new rain
The weather will clear up soon.
Swallow whispering
There is a swing.
Throw the morning sun to noon.
Cry in fear
Just timid and excited.
it is good to be young
love
Sometimes it really doesn't take long to plan.
Rising enthusiasm
Rangmeili
no longer hide
No one will surprise the people in the street.
keep one's countenance
Pick up the brush quickly.
All colors
We should meet here.
With brand-new liveliness
sketch
Charming May
Hello, May.
if you are a girl
I will use
Xia Ying will dress up for you.
then
Marry you
Give it to my mother.
The happiest smile in the world
Modern Poetry The boring and depressing sky on May 7th.
Is it still so heavy?
Pull down a gloomy face again and again
To hurt a child's innocent heart?
Do you still ask your mother to cough up bleeding love again and again?
If it rains,
Then have fun. Come on!
Even if the storm breaks the dense branches and leaves.
Even though lightning and thunder raged.
So what?
Even your love should be given to me so warmly.
What's the harm of waiting for a thousand years without results?
What's the point of living for thousands of years without love?
If this is a punishment,
And without any pity.
Break the pen in my hand!
Tear up the poem in my heart!
Let me not be so persistent
If this is a punishment,
Let life lift the whip of suffering.
Hit my body hard!
Let the years burn away the iron of youth
Hard branded bright red mark.
I don't want to hold my head so high.
Humiliation, shame to the sun, sad submission, ups and downs
Even if it is a thorn, it must have a spicy pain.
What about me? What about us?
Whose reason persuaded you to catch up?
The lost carriage listens to the old horse
Poor gasps.
For the rest of his life.
Modern poetry may 8 1. Waiting for you, still here next year.
-Write the scene of Dingtao Rose Tourism in Heze.
You come, I'll find her.
Thousands of people gathered here.
Endless sea of roses
Tell the legend of the times
A tender dream
Show the miracle of love ...
Qianxi watch
Has become a memory of today.
Open a long poem
Looking for comfort from the past
Every time I see your beautiful charm
Always remind people.
Love in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
Leave the next secret
Heshi
Ann in Tao promised to settle down.
Plant roses to show your deep love.
Bonuses are like fire, reflecting the beauty of the city.
Nineteen years of business and three thousand dollars.
Writing the epic legend of "Shangsheng"
Wandering between heaven and earth in summer
Always thinking about you.
Who is in charge of the ups and downs after the Millennium?
After several ups and downs, after several storms
China rose first town yellow shop.
Vicissitudes and great changes!
Look, twenty couples are "lovers".
Lover's love is as sweet as honey.
Wang, 20 pairs of "golden wedding" ceremony elderly people-
More witness that love never leaves.
Ah, sentimental roses
Don't want you to wither
I just want you to be charming forever. ...
There is an appointment in the world.
Wait a thousand years.
Laidingtao Wanmu Rose Garden
Waiting for you-
Still there next year!
2. "Pilgrimage" and riding the May wind
In your face.
I see a cavity of emotion.
Listen to your story.
I know the changes of time.
In your story,
I understand the bumpy journey. ...
From primitive barbarism to slash and burn
Since the Excellence of the three emperors and five emperors
For bloodshed, for the war between countries.
The Book of Songs, Confucius, Xiaoya and Ancient Rhyme
Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties, novels of Ming and Qing Dynasties, Classic of Mountains and Seas ...
Like a fire.
The burning and expansion of traditional cultural shrines.
The powerful gas field tore apart the feudal forces.
Tyranny, ignorance and ignorance
Cai Lun paper, Bi Sheng printing.
"Pilgrimage" procession along the way
It's a dragon, a descendant of the Chinese people.
Ancient peoples in the East
China is a great country.
A splendid civilization that has been written for five thousand years!
With the fragrance of azalea, peony, rose and rose.
Riding the wind of the May century
Open the Journal of Chinese Writers Association: Five winters and summers
The stars are shining and the veins are beating
It's like entering the hall of inheriting enlightenment.
Pilgrimage is the most beautiful eternity.
A delightful drop of nectar.
Caring for and cultivating rich souls ...
Journal of Writers Association: You are here and I am here.
Inheritance and Revival of China Traditional Culture
This highlights the spiritual highland.
There are infinitely beautiful scenery here.
First acquaintance, second acquaintance, together forever.
Four seasons wind chimes
The flowers of literature and art are epoch-making
The Chinese dream of a prosperous country!
Modern poetry passed by Jiangnan in September and May and came here.
Your news is wrinkled.
Quiet years
Your name
Never tire of reading, just like
Beautiful song ci
The fragrance filled my heart.
Your face
Like a butterfly
Gently landed on the window lattice.
Like the kiss of first love.
I will gently pull down the window and draw you closer.
But you left and stayed.
Fragrant everywhere, disappearing in
In the misty rain of Jiangnan
I am holding a flower folding umbrella.
Go through the rain lane
Standing in Wangjianglou
Waiting for you to fly back.
After all the stops in Qian Fan,
I was heartbroken to see Sha Ou Solo.
Tianya road. Where is the flute? I think I smell it.
Pipa of that year
Soft willows brush the embankment, and the pulse is oblique.
who is it? At the top of the building, skirts are flying.
Inadvertently, stand up.
Beautiful scenery
Tonight, your painting boat
Where is the sleeper? I'm afraid only Yang Liuan.
Or Taohuawan
How dare I imagine?
Once vowed, now
Still echoing in the wind, filled with
The intoxicating smell, okay?
Set the right route
Tonight, Lonely Network
Let me have nowhere to run
Heart, eyebrow
Make you happy.
The belt is getting wider and wider, but infatuation will not change.
Pick a wisp of fragrance and weave it.
In short, it is an emotion.
Are your names.
Tonight, keep your name.
Sleep. Your laughter.
Like the wind in May, it's bright.
A vague dream
Modern Poetry May 10 Missing in May
May, my idea
Lying in the faint moonlight
Some love stories
Talking nonsense in the walking wind.
a new moon
Haze my season.
A tear
Rubbing the silence of the night
The song of the bird
Find a nest in a dream
I picked a bouquet of fragrance in the light.
Enter poetry
A torrent of words
Embedded in my window lattice
I keep a flat tone.
in one breath
Like diving into a pen, the bottom of a dream.
Smell the early summer
I'm a little shy.
It's like meeting you for the first time.
my love
Leaning against the moonlight
I really want to shed a tear.
Ignite love
I'm alone.
Read your heart.
Many ideas extend into the distance.
smile
Boil my mind
There is a melancholy at night.
Recite a long-lost poem
Love far from the world
Listen to the sound of moonlight dripping
My tears flow from my eyes to my heart.
Try to stretch out your arms.
In your own way, control the first love.
In May's arms
Open a new memory
Lots of shadows and colors
Review the past seasons.
The old tune of love
I know both by heart.
Blurred in my heart
Tears flow in the direction of moonlight.
my love
Ferment when the temperature rises in May.
Restore those days of mutual pity
Extend my fantasy
Dynamic and static crisscross.
Outline the scenery in my heart
I am a spiritual drifter.
Immersed in a travel book for a long time.
Accustomed to silence
Often string the pearls of time together.
Hanging in the depths of May
My world; Minecraft;?my?world
Stretch in the moonlight
Graceful, like a clear water.
Cry in the dark
Overlooking the window
The night is deep.
With the stars and the moon-loneliness remains.
I spread my thoughts into the distance.
Dare to ask the breeze
When can I miss this?
Send it to you
After all, you need to understand
The shimmer of the stars and the moon
Unable to break through the confusion of the night
Just like I miss you—
Can't break through each other's hearts
Missing is always wandering.
Fly on the edge of you and me
Messy or broken.
People always have to learn-understand.
Even if you can't get it.
Perhaps the best.
You still have life.
Even the slightest entanglement
I'm satisfied-
Find such a sad and thoughtful night
Cry with satisfaction
Love you, May.
May is beautiful.
because
It has brand-new green leaves
It has a pleasant smell.
In the gentle spring breeze
all
Is so special.
May is beautiful.
because
It has a season for you.
probably
At a busy time
You don't remember.
but I ...
You can only use weak words.
Write down what I want to say to you
May is beautiful.
I want to gather my heartfelt blessings.
Send it to you with the south breeze.
this evening
I turned it into a silent rain drop.
Let it help me.
Dye the white hair on your head black.
Wipe the wrinkles off your forehead.
Beauty in May
It embodies the sanctity of love.
No matter where I am
My world; Minecraft;?my?world
Thank you for your invitation.