Modern poetry of solar terms in summer solstice
Modern Poetry of Summer Solstice 1 Summer Solstice is coming.
This summer, the solstice in the south
Meiyu just ran a walk-on and sprinkled a few drops.
Add a love to the play occasionally.
Wet, but the sun thinks it's the protagonist.
So arrogant
How many people are addicted to it?
Decorate yourself as a kind of sunshine.
It's refreshing
Easily
Want to fly?
In the industrial area, everyone passes by.
Will become warm
It will be a perfect memory of meeting.
Then the plum rain in the sun.
Rotten fruit
His smiling face was finally drowned out by his students.
My poems are also on the solstice this summer, in every pore on the back of the sun.
Spray delivery.
Summer solstice solar terms modern poetry 2 summer solstice festivals
A busy day
Only then did I know that the solstice summer had arrived.
last year
I admire an ant in the midday sun.
Now, I am cleaning in the house I just rented.
It's raining outside the window.
Outside the window is the school playground.
In the classroom at the end of the playground, my daughter is reading.
The expanded teaching building of the school.
Bare bones and muscles
Binding semi-finished products
Reminds me of the tall wheat stacks in the country.
Summer solstice solar terms modern poetry 3 tonight's summer solstice
this evening
It's a solstice summer night
mild
Tired of fashion
Standing in the middle of Bizhou Bridge
The breeze blew across my face.
Mixed with the smell of vilen soil.
Dongtai mountain
White clouds covered the moon.
Dim light and shadow
look up
In the deep starry sky
A star is dazzling and bright.
faraway place
Under the bridge deck
There are songs and dances from time to time.
Longcheng at this time
Very lively
There is also a powerful energy.
Summer solstice modern poetry April 7 summer solstice
The sun in July
Directly at the hot me.
I'm waiting.
Shengquan
Can moisten my heart
Cann't step on the tail of spring
Fall into the mud of summer
But when the begonia opens,
A flash in the pan
The willow tree hurt my face.
Lotus helped me up slowly.
Brush water between lotus leaves.
Shining with glittering and translucent light
My eyes
Become clearer and brighter.
My mind
Shengquan
It has been nourishing me.
You said that at this time.
Willing to leave
Or stay?
Summer solstice solar terms Modern Poetry 5 Summer solstice has arrived.
Who did you come for and who did you go for in the eastern Henan plain alluvial by Huanghuai?
I stand at the threshold of the summer solstice, and my thoughts are as dense as mist.
The wind passed through the inner room, shaking the inner ripples and madness.
In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the poverty of hoeing and studying makes dreams out of reach.
I collect the rings of Jinse, either lush or withered, and collect them one by one.
The poetic field on the ridge, looking up at the line of sight, my eyes wandered around and walked hard.
The smell of wheat is pervasive, and I listen to the classical commotion in the wheat field.
Busy summer, a running and tired verb.
The sickle jumps across the wheat field, and it blooms for the second time, but it is elegant and unrestrained.
The joy of harvesting and moving into the barn.
Sweating brothers and sisters made me burst into tears.
Deep soil and honest parents are the throbbing and pain of my life.
I am a wandering doctor or Firefox thousands of years ago.
Do what you have to do, be afraid of being confused and be wild.
For whom, why, the sky was blue and it was raining, and I was hidden, leaving no footnotes.
Summer solstice modern poetry 6 summer solstice
If it weren't for the smell of mint
I thought everything would never stop growing.
Without lush vegetation and blooming flowers,
I thought the earth was asleep.
If it weren't for your callousness, the frozen north city
Warm as the warm sun in the south.
Or the so-called pursuit of ideals
Immature olives cannot be tasted.
Summer solstice to June
I'm waiting for you to stare in the sun.
Your dream is too broad.
I can't hold back two lines of tears.
Summer solstice modern poetry 7 summer solstice
After the bees removed the fragrant poem, they never flew back.
Those flowers have become leftover women in spring.
Time meditates among flowers and reads a yellowed scripture.
When you open your eyes and close your eyes, the mountains and rivers change color.
The door of spring is left unlocked, and a trace of wind can also be a reason for flowers to cry.
The rainy season is coming, red everywhere, and the accumulated melancholy is muddy.
As soon as the cicada plays a tune, the temperature climbs along the trunk.
The green leaves dripped oil and dyed a shadow.
This solar term heats up a page of calendar.
Many hot adjectives are the influx of sweat.
Summer solstice modern poetry 8 summer solstice in the south
This summer, the solstice in the south
Meiyu just ran a walk-on and sprinkled a few drops.
Add a love to the play occasionally.
Wet, but the sun thinks it's the protagonist.
So arrogant
How many people are addicted to it?
Decorate yourself as a kind of sunshine.
It's refreshing
Easily
Want to fly?
In the industrial area, everyone passes by.
Will become warm
It will be a perfect memory of meeting.
Then the plum rain in the sun.
Rotten fruit
His smiling face eventually became
Own. Pupils dilated.
My poems are also on the solstice this summer, in every pore on the back of the sun.
Spray delivery.
Summer solstice modern poetry 9 summer solstice
You ah
As always.
Love us.
A quiet and stable life
The world is peaceful.
Summer solstice
rippling with green wavelets
As rough as jade
A bowl of biqing
It was your eyes in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
we
As always.
love you
A quiet and stable life
The world is peaceful.
one day
We love you deeply.
lose
Our lover.
ravishing
Wanran Jiangshan
I can't compete with you.
charming
Zhuang Yan
they
Intrigue against each other
Run in the rapids
highlight
it's you
The most eye-catching romance
Modern poems on solar terms in summer solstice 10 summer solstice
Wheat will never come back after harvest.
Maturity makes the land empty.
There are people you miss, piling up like mountains.
Become a straw without fruit
This field is a distant memory.
You will never set foot in that busy frog again.
That croak knows everything.
Including the starry sky you see by the river.
Clear starry sky, deep night
There is a breeze sneaking around at your fingertips.
When you meet again on the plateau
Time has been wasted for a long time.
The soil is drifting away.
Dirt used to be the best playmate.
What was squeezed out at that time has been eliminated now.
The soil turned to skin color.
Hometown, that was childhood.
The aggrieved cry of the baby next door
Just like a hot summer.
It sounds like your voice.
And you are used to silence.
Become a stone on the roadside threshing floor.
Your feet are getting hard.
This can adapt you to a long journey.
Occasionally there will be a frog croaking.
A rainy season attack
Modern Poetry on Summer Solstice and Solar Terms 1 1 Solstice after long summer
After the summer of the solstice, I still look back on last year.
A winter separated by two seasons.
I froze all my thoughts.
Charming as a plum blossom alone
A person scattered lonely Leng Xiang.
Tonight, thunder and lightning cut deep into the sky.
The downpour washed away the green leaves on the branches again and again.
An old umbrella
I can't stop being busy all night.
I buried everything in the snow outside my dream.
Injury/wound condition
Love, we were born at the wrong time.
Passionate love
After all, it belongs to fiction. Snowflake gossip
Has melted, beautiful abortion into a calm river.
They form colorful clouds.
Please feel free to roll us up
The suffering on the other side of this life
Constantly describing each other's countless fantasies
But you can't really hug each other even once.
My despair has hatched.
After the summer solstice, I don't want to talk about that winter.
How do I walk through spring?
How to walk along the river bank alone?
Looking for traces left in the snow.
Erhu resentment
Erhu sounds lonely and tortuous.
Off and on. Leaving people adds new worries.
Only beautiful loneliness
In the summer rain. The night is getting dark.
The lotus in the distance is only young and alone.
keep out wind and rain
Never say bleak. Two straight strings
Look at each other and tell each other.
Close at hand, but can't hold hands.
* * * Play a lifetime of helpless loneliness.
Dusk. Dawn. Chunqiu communication
The dreary past has passed one by one.
Never give up.
Around the beam turned into a huge desolation.
Listen carefully: finches are bosom friends.
Sighs that can't get together
A boat with a leaf and a pot of old wine.
From the lake
News that I haven't seen for years.
Poke for no reason.
The rain line passes through the red umbrella.
There is a beautiful woman walking on the willow embankment.
Sad to the depths of the soul
Fallen leaves in summer
The freshness of the cover has not faded.
Furry green
The meridians are smooth and in season.
Go deep into the depths
At that time, after a storm, the wind was weak.
The companions whispered to each other.
Talking about the comfort in summer. This is fantastic.
Travel around the world alone
Away from mother. then
Trying to catch the empty wind
Helpless forced landing in the world of mortals
The first dream
This is the last flight.
Withered in the last dust
Sigh life
Modern Poems on the Summer Solstice 12 Summer Solstice
Intermittent amnesia in spring
I have no news of my disappearance.
Lotus wears the ring of time.
Waiting for Prince Charming to appear
I wrote a letter tonight.
Moonlight velvet illuminates the paper full of love stories.
The hand holding the pen sends a string of happiness to the cloud.
Large patches of pink ooze from your fingers.
When the poet rode by in Jiangnan,
Brought some wrong notes.
Bring other people's love words to others.
I hid in the shadows and recited admiringly.
The lights on the forest floor gradually went out.
The story in the notebook is covered with a layer of starlight.
I feel cold occasionally when people wave fans.
Wrapped in clothes, curled up in the bed of memory
Modern Poetry of the Summer Solstice 13 The summer solstice has not arrived yet.
Wu Tong Yu Shu
Cicada lost its voice.
Autumn wind hidden in maple leaves
Bring back memories all over the sky
regrettable
Holding the moon and listening to the beauty of the wind.
From summer.
A clear and shallow shadow
With the ripple of the lotus pond
Gradually quiet down.
But it becomes clearer and clearer in my mind.
A winding stream
Not near, not far.
Full of mottled palpitations
By midsummer
The only remaining residual temperature is pleasant
Waiting for the last dawn
love
It's a game, it's a deduction.
Still blind
Give now
Maybe it's just loneliness.
cold
be absent-minded
Autumn comes as promised.
happy
Has been air-dried
Solar terms from summer to recent days