Modern poetry in July

The cape stone has burned out the remaining resistance

There are still cold murals hanging on the shore

The sun, When will you come out?

The whole prosperous autumn has forgotten your original bleak.

It's dawn, maybe you can't move forward.

It's dark, but you have to crawl for it.

Freedom is not called chen's defense line.

I can't reach my inner cowardice.

The shadow of kindness always reflects me when I'm depressed.

Those remaining stays still can't be kept.

The whole thing is white and gray. Less hypocritical

The comfortable night is less sleepy

My heart is somewhat worried about

When can I meet again

From this lonely point of view

I have waited for my own pity

That accidental meeting

evoked my reverie and memories

"Should we be together?"

Intoxicated

because I have been intoxicated in a simple situation

intoxicated

hoping to have such a scene

That cold ice can't be too cold for the plot of the last enchantment. Modern poetry in July 2

Holding the dawn in July

Carrying the hope of a nation with the water of South Lake

Starting in the dark

. P > heading for the yellow river, The Yangtze River

leaps over the Great Wall

greets blood shed in the rough historical depths

sings in July

walks through rough mud

shouts in July

uses blood and fire

refines the firmness of hammers and sickles

lifts the oath in July

burns the earth-shattering fire

from.

ignite a single spark with audacity and loyalty

explode the thunder of Nanchang Uprising

spread 25,-mile rice paper

describe the fire of Sidu Chishui with the color of life

write an epic manifesto

dye the snow-capped mountains red, Grass

Angry Long tassels

Northeast China with July

Listening to the mournful songs on Songhua River

The blood and tears of soybeans and sorghum

Moistening the north and south of the great river

Dyeing the souls of Nanjing compatriots

Finally, The flames of fire crossing the Yanhe River

set off the flood of the Yellow River

held up the anti-Japanese bonfire

fired bullets of justice

stood tall and unyielding figure

vowed to return my mountains and rivers

boiled in July

picked up the memory of July

recorded the arduous voyage

wiped the dried blood

shaped a red gray.

Dress up the blood-stained faith

Wrap up the bright red dream

The flag with the hammer and sickle hanging high

Embedded in the red chest

Waving the piety without regrets

In July, July

How many bones are dying

Weaving a brand-new totem of the Chinese nation

Flying the wings of July

High-spirited and enterprising pride

Watering the red dream that haunts the soul

Celebrating a nation's indomitable mileage

Independent dignity

Shaping it into the great wall of China

Hammer and sickle

.

Continuing the yearning for revival

Looking back at the story of spring

Consolidating the sacredness of strengthening the country and enriching the people

Laying a monument with life and blood

Not humiliating * * * The mission of rejuvenating the country

holding up the rosy clouds

dyeing the clouds and winds in July

gathering the energy in July

continuing to write the magnificent epic in July with the thickness of 5, years

rising the passion of holding the moon for nine days

standing up the descendants of the dragon in the light of July

in the light of July.

Surround warmth and brilliance in the light of July

Brew the rejuvenation of the Chinese nation

Plan the blueprint of prosperous China in the light of July

Decorate 9.6 million square kilometers of scenery

Walk along the red road sign

Make an unprecedented climb

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The sun burned the excess fat

The bloated mountain flowers began to slim down

Away from the river

A bunch of weeds were tortured by hunger, and became more and more haggard

The fat green face gradually appeared

Sick and yellow

Danger! Clouds coming from afar

paper-wrapped hills

forests with burning throats, and warblers lost their rhythm

cicadas lost their elegance

Qingquan, who sang a love song alone, only stopped in the middle

when singing again, it was out of tune

In July, It's still young

Only a few weeping willows are white

The crow's feet have only climbed half along the bark

Looking from a new young leaf

In July, the charm is still there

There are still romantic butterflies wandering under the pomegranate skirt

The bees with flowers in their hearts are going back and forth

There are still hungry poets running around

. The slowly disappearing gorgeous

can still lure the wind of fireworks, and the crime

falls, so it falls

the fate of falling

the groan of the ground squeezes which eyes

should happen. Or

what shouldn't have happened

It's all in July

This dreary fireworks world July Modern Poetry 4

This season

Let me tell you gently

It's a habit to miss you

A bunch of beautiful flowers

Like a gouache painting in July

At the seaside? Whispering

summer gossip

purple melancholy

just for the fate of July

It's hard to tell

My eyes are pointing to the blue sky

Appreciating the real shadow

Blue summer night

Who cares about it

Drunk, I miss it like a candle

Crossing the Millennium of Acacia < Such as the flowing wind

waiting for Guazhou Ferry

missing the original simple happiness

the fragrance of flowers, dipping in your name

walking in the sky of my hometown

I think of the charm in that hut

and the person I kissed.

Meeting you is my fate

Sister, you are the tender flower in my palm

Can you please be in July, Listen to my heart

Is this a poetic dormant heart

or a flame in July

Burning forgotten memories like summer flowers

Warm and affectionate July modern poetry 5

Walking into the pure sunshine in July

The sky is blue at noon

The care and love of sunshine

The rivers and mountains in China are full of sunshine

. Pastoral

Everything is silently grateful

Ten thousand people are earnestly grateful

Because of the deep immersion and baptism of the sun

Crops and trees on the yellow land and black land

Mountain springs, life and love legends, dreams

One by one, the fragrance of the scattered sun

The sunshine gives us happiness

And the truth, goodness and beauty

Whether it is dusty or flooded. Excessive

China people's body is full of sunshine

the sun above their heads is brilliant

*** The productive party shines on us like the sun

for generations to come

What can be happier than this

Working in the sun, creating dancing and singing

In the prosperity of cities and villages,

The fast horses of time are carrying gold

Stepping in the direction of a well-off society in China

No one can be more real than us

Optimistic, peaceful and open-minded

Scientific research reform, sowing and harvesting

. > China people's years are unconventional

Our quality shines through hard-working hands

For wealth and love

We don't have any extravagant hopes

We just want to give sunshine one by one

once a year

Bloom in the hearts of 1.3 billion people. Familiar summer

warm and cold, happy and sad season

I thought that the beginning had already ended, and perhaps the end had just begun

At that time, there were clouds in the sky, and I imagined distant migratory birds

There were no stars in the night sky, but I could enjoy the starlight

I believed that happiness would lead to happiness, and happiness was like a toddler being led by me

Laughing from sleep. Walking in a rain that can't be covered by an umbrella

Every step seems to step on the waves

Time will change the distance, lengthen or shorten

The only thing that won't happen is to stay

in July, in the evening, on the riverside

in a long black dress, with a long figure

in a hot and dry mood, and it's not as hot as summer rain after a cool breeze

. Rendered the atmosphere of the whole city

A boy who is unwilling to admit defeat, with a stubborn back like a dog

marching in a strange city

At that time, July

thought he liked it, and a person

thought he couldn't forget it. In fact, an unforgettable person

liked you. My own modern poetry in July 7

It's a mess these days

I can't remember what I can give to July

I really want to write a poem

give it to July

to make the poem anxious and sultry. Humidity

and

mosquito bites

fly harassment

all for July

Don't say I'm selfish

I really want to drop everything

rush into the rain

wash off my sweaty smell and exotic smell

just like the rain in July hits the lotus in July

from the hairy lotus. With hail

piercing my frozen shell

Although it hurts

, I heard

the singing of frogs

and saw

the dancing of dragonflies

How can I regret today

and yesterday

? I never thought

I only knew that I was running in July

It rained in July.

I gave it all to July.

July doesn't belong to me.

I belong to July. Modern Poetry 8

Farewell to the scorching summer of June and July,

Welcome to September with warm sunshine and a trace of autumn wind.

At that moment, we stepped into the university with a heavy and joyful heart.

From this moment on, our university life began.

I still remember that I drank too much on the night after the college entrance examination.

Then I stayed up until one or two o'clock.

I was in a daze about what I had done.

I still remember that my head was so painful when I got up the next morning.

Because I was going to take the bus, I just ate something hastily and packed my clothes to set off.

Finally, my aunt asked us to sleep until noon.

It was already afternoon when I arrived at his place.

I had a good time there for a week.

I almost forgot the purpose of coming to Wuhan directly without going home after the college entrance examination.

I told myself that I was looking for a job. I came to exercise myself.

I got a job on June 13th.

My work place is located in a hotel in Qiandong Village under Xiongchu Avenue in Wuchang.

My work officially started the next day.

I regretted when someone took me to that dormitory. I don't want to do it.

I want to leave and call my classmates to tell him that I felt so useless at that time. He gave me comfort to calm down and do my first job well.

Because I just went there with nothing, I had to buy everything.

This made me feel very funny, laughing that I thought the outside world was too simple.

I didn't know how many times I cried secretly in the first few days of that job.

I gradually became familiar with the surrounding environment, colleagues around me, < I wrote a lot of diaries when I worked there,

all of which were stored in my mobile phone, and now I miss them very much.

I didn't know how much I was sorry until I quit my job and he left the hotel,

because there was my good friend Cao .. and so many colleagues there,

I won't forget your care and help when I had a cold and fever.

Although there are many disappointments, I can't help it. There is only one chance.

That work experience has made me understand a lot of things.

It has made me understand how hard it is to get money.

Lack of money can make people bully and look down upon people.

It has made me know that sometimes the words "I'm sorry" are useless.

It has made me understand that no matter how hard it is, I must stick to it.

Only through unremitting efforts will there be a bright future.

I was very pleased and happy when I got my salary,

because at least I didn't give up.

Finally, let me know that my friends are always by my side,

Zhuo, we will be brothers for life, Cy, you will always be my sister,

and our relatives, too.