Modern Poetry in Rainy Days

Lead: On rainy days, quietly hide on the sofa and write down these exciting words. Take advantage of the rain to make your tears unbridled.

We don't go anywhere on rainy days.

Cattle and sheep circle.

The rain fell on the upturned face of the yard.

Like a ceremony.

Father smokes under the eaves.

Silence.

Dry.

The world is far away.

My sister and I are busy mending my mother's hands.

The plot is broken.

It started and ended yesterday.

Fold it into a paper plane

Rainy days have been begging for countless days.

Because my garden is thirsty.

She'll get drunk at my hands once.

Holding a vibrant celadon bowl

Come on, sky, meditate in the corner of your eye.

So that the land can release the grass and flowers in the garden.

I sent 999 gifts.

Because my hometown is very old.

There she is. I was young once in my heart.

Let casual music and whispers

Splash into the field path and be eaten by mulberry picking women.

Make a living by baskets

Wear a sentimental silk skirt in Tang and Song Dynasties. ....

You came last night.

Avoid Leigong Dian Mu.

Gently reveal a thick emotional cloud.

Floating freely on my roof.

The whimsy of street lamps was washed warm and bright.

I kissed you affectionately along the trace of the glass.

Stand silently under the eaves, and then the palm of your hand is fragrant. .....

I have never had the courage to get wet in my life.

Because there are no bluestone alleys in Jiangnan.

Only homesickness and falling lilacs.

When it is difficult

This is a woven wet gerund.

Some want to talk about it in their hair, and some are kept in umbrellas.

I hope that name.

Come and go, don't fall on the water room and duckweed. ......

The alarm clock hasn't started on rainy days.

I'm awake.

It's better this way in the future.

There is no emergency call waiting for it.

I'll clean myself up.

Idle away a morning.

This morning is a little different.

I'm going out the door not far away

Hands and feet, skin, hair, and the acne I slept all night.

Put it on the road and ask the source of the wind.

If time permits, the weather will be fine

You can also watch the sunset.

The red scarf is wrapped in the color of egg yolk.

The warm light shines on the tree in front of grandma's house.

Seen from the right, the leaves are lush.

And the shadow is expanding year by year.

In describing these scenarios,

I don't know how long I have been riding.

Meet some sheep, some cows and some birds.

Grab the front of the car.

Half-shore grass and spring water shoot two boats.

Then take out your favorite poems.

Try to roar.

I seem to be in a poem.

It also expresses the feelings along the Yangtze River

What's wrong with it?

If the blindfolded solar energy leaves,

It will rain soon.

my feelings/how I feel

You can blend into the sea.

But it rained while I was taking a nap.

I chatted with girls in the rain.

I didn't expect the faded yolk.

The girl I am chatting with is probably purer than water.

She is a rain in itself.

So even if I don't go to the river to watch the sunset,

What are the insincere feelings?

Reach the sea from the eaves

Rainy morning

The morning light is thin,

It's easy to be pecked by birds.

The wind stirred a cloud.

Want to stop leakage, blue loneliness.

Quiet inside,

But suddenly he fell down.

There is too much sadness in the air,

Uneasy thoughts,

Break through layers of packages.

Tell me,

Did it rain there, too?

Look at Shui Bo on the ground.

But there's a couple, me

Miss your eyes.

afternoon

Have a beer,

Chew a poem for you.

Amber liquid,

My throat is cold.

The bubbling foam in the cup,

Could it be our fragile feelings?

I'm not drunk,

The beer in the bottle was drunk,

Bitter fermentation,

There is ambiguity.

Slowly flow into the cup,

Who is it,

Turbid tears?

dusk

Can't control the passage of time,

In the palm of your hand, only your name is left.

My poems are getting thinner and thinner,

A sigh in the sunset.

Miss you and get sick.

I miss you more when I am sick.

Take two amoxicillin tablets,

How about a cigarette?

The curl of the wind,

Very melancholy,

The best antidote.

late night

Darkness, like an endless sea,

You are the only candle on the other side.

Acacia ferry,

I still stay.

The reality is too far away,

I can only be the bitterness of my soul.

Throw cigarette butts all over the floor,

Finally revealed the waiting.

Smoke from the kitchen,

Or stop and walk in front of you.

Wandering wind,

At the last minute,

dry one's hair

Leave an excuse.

Outside the window, the rain is clear,

In my mind, I blurred your beautiful image.

Running in the rain with a lamp,

Put your hands together to meet the cold rain all over the sky.

Thunder roared,

The distant sky,

Whose voice came:

If you don't admire mountains and rivers, someone will.

Where oranges are in full bloom, you can hear the sound of the piano alone.