Modern poetry in July

Modern poetry in July 1 July, the inner roar can no longer stop.

Let me clear my throat before I am silent.

Chaohu Lake, I stand in your muddy eyes.

I can't see a tear.

Let me turn into your tears in July

Let the horse of language go first.

Let the bird of theory fly first

Let yourself lie on a broken boat.

Words, you arrogant murderer

Please take off your clothes and fight with me.

Watch the rain and sunshine and appreciate each other.

See how he travels through the night.

Light your black hair as your own torch.

A flash of lightning in July

Heavy raindrops fall in the future.

Get drunk in cynicism

In how many dreams?

Find your old self?

Walking on the street in July

Laugh, cry for no reason

Cleaners create for the city at dawn.

Minimalist oil painting

Walking on the street in July

The smell is intoxicating, and the back is strange.

Pretend to meet her in the middle of the road.

Laugh at each other and the car will roar.

Go ahead and forget that you ever loved.

Walking on the street in July

Clowns are lonely and beggars are rich.

A man who sells poems at a crossroads.

Under the halo of the sun

Hold your head up and chest out.

There is a salted fish jumping upstream in the back.

Is language a service organization?

Customization needs to be queued?

In July, among the green algae in Chaohu Lake.

My wrecked ship has set sail.

The little whitebait laughed at me quietly.

Look, this young captain

Carrying so many broken poems

The ship will be wrecked soon.

Floating on the lake for us to play.

Rhythm, you pretend to be a lady.

Why don't you take off your high heels and run with me?

See how long the night and street lamps live.

See how he fell in love with his ideal at first sight.

See how he jumps out of the rain.

Pick up the wet poem in the puddle.

The pupils are hot and the face is cold.

A strong wind will roll up in his heart.

Pointing to Chaohu Lake, laughing wildly:

Salted fish, don't be turned into bait by the world.

Bo, you will be my friend for life.

Chaohu Lake, no matter how far it is, will lead to the sea.

The ocean is my journey

The sun is my lover.

The earth is my hometown.

The strong wind is my comfort.

I don't want to die like this.

Just because I have to create

Borrow words from the world

Create a spiritual cemetery that belongs only to you.

I didn't ask for anything on the tombstone

The process of creation is the truest happiness.

July Modern Poetry 2, I am weak.

Hide in the shade of an air-conditioned room

Look at the anxious people outside.

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It has already been written in poetry.

In July, people can easily become a piece of ice that is difficult to melt.

I'm scared, too.

The nameless troubles of cicadas

You can't see it.

This is a point of view.

Peeking at all of you

In the days of walking with time

Gradually, I fell behind the trend.

The waves of life no longer sting my nerves.

Hope for what?

Come out on such a day to impress mottled hearts.

The songs in July are too difficult to sing.

The weakness that can't be dragged back

Break my firm will a little.

Eventually, one day, everything will collapse.

At that time, I, what can I do with the broken?

In the image, I have fixed myself as a declining turtle.

The hardest thing is to let others enjoy it outside.

The softest one is inside, leaving it to cry.

foremost

Is used to mourning everything alone.

What I can do is

To lose pain is to give up fate.

Pave a road to freedom for yourself.

It's easy to wait alone.

The courage to wait for failure.

Die slowly in courage.

The life of seclusion is also waiting.

July, Modern Poetry, 3 Xia Chan.

gang up with

A tree leaves sorrow.

The wind is talking.

Scatter all over the floor

Tender feelings

Time will leave green leaves.

Write a lovesickness song

gently

Open like a green radish.

Self-pity, drunkenness begets fragrance

July

The days rotate from south to north.

Half is rain and half is sunshine.

My porch window

Half bright and half dark.

Flowers bloom on a rainy night

Thin green leaves

Arouse red acacia

Just waiting for you to come.

Never old.

Make an immortal oath

Whether it is possible or not.

for me

Twist the line of love

Xicheng Fengling brochette

Hanging in the brow of memory

July

Put love in my heart

burn out

Disappeared for a while

Falling stars

Waiting for you.

It still is.

A long-cherished wish that never fades.

Explore the geometry of life

How much is spring?

How many people are willing to polish time?

but I ...

this life

May the lead of years be worn away.

With your heart, love and affection.

A book and a long poem

for you

Pick a fire in July

It burned everywhere, and it was red.

Zhu Qingshi pharynx tablets

Crimson, an ordinary piece of paper.

I still am.

Qingyi Su Yan

ten thousand

Linfengyu Huaxi

Tiao yun shan xiu shui

Waiting for you.

together

Mu Feng Gore

In the modern poetry season in July,

Let me tell you politely.

Miss you has become a habit.

A bunch of beautiful flowers.

Such as gouache in July

By the sea? Whispering

Summer broken words

Purple melancholy

Just for the fate of July.

It's hard to say.

My eyes point to the blue sky.

Appreciate the real shadow

Blue summer night

Whose kindness is it?

Drunk, I miss you like a candle.

Acacia Millennium

Stay, in poor words.

Some broken chapters. Such as flowing wind

Waiting for Guazhou Ferry

Miss the original simple happiness

Flowers, dipped in your name.

Strolling in the sky of my hometown

I remembered the charm of that little room.

Besides, the people I kissed.

Meeting you is my fate.

Sister, you are the tender flower in my hand.

Can you listen to my heart in July?

This is a poetic sleeping soul.

Or the flame in July.

Put forgotten memories

Burn like summer flowers

Gentle and affectionate

July Modern Poetry 5 enters July, and the sunshine is pure.

The sky is blue at noon.

Sunshine care, sunshine love

China is full of rivers and mountains.

Body, mind, city and country

Everything is silently grateful.

Ten thousand people sincerely thank you.

Due to the deep immersion and baptism of the sun

Crops and trees on yellow and black soil

Mountain spring, life, love legend, dream

Cheer up one by one and disperse the fragrance of the sun.

Sunshine gives us happiness.

Great truth, goodness and beauty.

Whether it's dusty or flooded

China people's bodies are full of sunshine.

The sun is shining overhead.

* * * The producer is like the sun.

Thousands of generations shine on us.

What could be happier than this?

Working in the sun creates dancing and singing.

In the prosperity of cities and villages

The fast horse of time carries gold.

March towards a well-off society in China.

No one can be more real than us

Optimistic, peaceful and open-minded.

Sowing and harvesting of scientific research reform

The years of China people are unconventional.

Our quality is through hard-working hands.

Flashing and flashing

For wealth and love.

We don't have any extravagant hopes

Sprinkle hard sweat day after day.

Just give sunshine one by one.

Once a year, for life.

Bloom in the hearts of1300 million people.

In July, modern poetry 6 is in the hot July.

The flame travels between urban and rural areas and between rural areas.

Flowers, grass, little green creatures

Stand up in the hot sun

Sip the cool soil.

Willing to show and express.

The space in July promoted the maturity of gold.

Decorate the fashion of life with colorful umbrellas.

In an elegant competition.

Enjoy the beauty of summer.

Invest at the beginning

Illuminate the history of a day

* noon in hot summer.

I tasted the coolness of cold drinks with you.

The cicada happily calls for noon.

The flower's chest swells very, very big.

The breeze stirred patches of green leaves.

You said it would be nice to have summer all the year round.

Cars in the street chase each other.

Only the red light makes them pay attention to each other.

Several people are working hard on the scaffolding.

In this hot noon

I really want to send them ice to enjoy.

When noon fills my heart

The body is suffering from hot flashes

Delicate and shiny forehead.

The sun leans against the building.

The glass window is full of light.

I will accompany you to see the scenery.

July, modern poetry July, familiar summer.

Warm and cold, happy and sad seasons.

I thought the beginning was over, maybe the end has just begun.

There were clouds in the sky at that time, and I imagined migratory birds in the distance.

There are no stars in the night sky, but I can enjoy the starlight.

Believe in happiness and you will get happiness. Happiness is like a toddler being led by me.

Wake up from sleep and walk in the rain that an umbrella can't cover.

Every step seems to be treading on waves.

Time will change the distance, become longer or shorter.

The only thing that won't be, stay.

In July, in the evening, by the river

Black dress, slender figure

Hot and dry mood, still hot and dry after the cool breeze.

A rain unlike summer, lingering.

The embarrassing weather played up the atmosphere of the whole city.

A teenager who doesn't want to admit defeat has a stubborn back like a dog.

Travel in a strange city.

At that time, in July

I thought I was in love, alone.

I don't think I can forget it, being alone.

Actually, I can't forget it.

I like you, myself.

In July, Modern Poetry 8 is a mess these days.

I don't remember what I can give to July.

I really want to write a poem.

Send it to July

Put anxiety, sultry and damp into poetry.

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Mosquito bite

The harassment of flies

Send it all to July

Don't call me selfish.

I really want to let go of everything

Rush into the rain

Wash away the sweat and strange smell from me.

Just like the rain in July on the lotus in July.

The falling flowers on the hairy lotus are so free and easy.

Sometimes it hails.

Pierce my frozen shell

Although there is some pain

But I heard it.

Frog's song

see

Dragonfly's dance

How can you regret what you have today?

Yesterday.

Never thought about it.

I only know running in July.

Running in the rain in July

I don't want to be demanding.

I gave it to July.

July does not belong to me.

I belong to July.

In July, Modern Poetry 9 bid farewell to July and bid farewell to air crashes, car accidents, floods, wars and sour hearts.

Pascal said: Man is a thinking reed. Rereading this sentence, I am deeply touched. People are like reeds, small and fragile; And the soul of that thought has added countless sufferings and helplessness to the short and fragile life.

Isn't it? In the hot July, the river is still surging, the mountains are still towering, the bright moon is still hanging on the horizon, and cicadas are heard from time to time on the elm tree near home. Natural life, metabolism, always erupting, natural society, life cycle, harmony everywhere.

So, what makes you so impetuous, and the warm sunshine can't soothe your restless heart? So, what makes the world so chaotic? There will always be unexpected trouble in a quiet life?

Buddha said: if you plant as a cause, if you receive, everything is created by your mind.

Is it?

The bible says: the son of wisdom always takes wisdom as right.

Xu Yan's song sings: Life is a mystery, there is no right or wrong.

I think: can the soul of thought pass through this purgatory full of right and wrong, kindness and resentment?

If there is love in life,

Why thoughts torture:

Who am I? Where is the land I come from? where am I going?

If people are grateful,

The soul can reach.

The resurrection of Christ was originally God's salvation plan.

Fear of life, not only because life is short and fragile; Living a good life is not to pursue happiness and live a self-centered life. In this world of changing seasons and life cycle, you and I are just a thinking reed.

Say goodbye to July, to people's evil thoughts, to the conflict between religious factions, and to the disaster of people spoofing nature. People find that the weather in July is not as hot as we thought.

In July, the modern poem 10 will eventually pass, and the favorite August will eventually come.

All unhappiness will pass and a new life will come.

July, parting July, sad July.

With the continuous rainstorm, a sunny day disappeared in an unforgettable 20xx year.

July, happy July, excited July.

The moment my sister saw the results of the college entrance examination, it was doomed to be unforgettable.

At this point, the career of senior one has come to an end.

I have always refused to believe that I am a high school student.

This year, I have experienced too much.

Grow up, mature, no longer the silly child who believes in fairy tales.

Repeated blows, repeated disappointments,

But I stood up bravely and strongly.

Sometimes, even if you are tired,

But I dare not give up easily, because I don't want to give up any chance to climb.

Senior two, what a distant word, now appears clearly.

It's time to fight.

Look at the people around you, their ideals, Fudan, Zhejiang, Beiwai.

How far is it for me?

Maybe this is the gap.

I have never obeyed the rules and refused to admit defeat.

Now he bowed his head in front of reality.

Too many, but they still evaporated in July in this hot summer.

I hope August, the August I yearn for and the August I like will bring me new touch and new hope!