Country Summer Modern Poetry Urgently Needs !!!!!!!!! Be a little na ve I m in 4th grade .

Summer breeze and white clouds.

Carrying a heat wave churning in the air.

Spin on a green stage.

Shoot a brilliant color map of the city.

The streets and alleys are full of golden tassels.

Spread a layer of golden light veil in the countryside.

In the field, a wave of wheat rolls.

The sweetness of autumn is brewing.

It shows the warmth of summer.

Summer dances with the winds of maturity.

A march of life was sounded.

The rain beats the drumbeat of banana leaves.

Play a rich symphony.

Mixed with thunder birds to call people.

Shake off the budding spring hearts of boys and girls.

The willow branches on the moon are about after dusk.

Among the flowers under the trees by the river.

Filled with the romance of summer.

Summer is a red sun, a green field.

The sun burns with a touching scorching heat.

The eyes are full of vigorous green onions.

The wind weaves through the golden light.

Dye a pale yellow mood.

The rain swam in the greenery.

Plated with a rich green ethereal.

Colorful and bright.

fluttering - the colors of summer.

Summer is the season of life.

All things grow jointed.

Make the final sprint to the maturity of autumn.

Wrapped in a rich aroma of rice.

Whisk out a hint of mellow fruit acid.

Slowly emanating in the air wilderness.

There was also a faint sound of rain.

is pulling a colored thread in the sky.

Drifting out - the dream of summer.

Summer thunder thunders in the sky.

Flowing water sings and murmurs on the ground.

Birds sing in the greenery.

Praise the magnificent scenery of nature.

Knowing that it is melodious and long singing in the branches.

Unleash the endless enthusiasm of life.

The frog drum beats frequently in the moonlight.

Spread the beautiful notes of life.

Echoed - Natsu's voice.

Summer day to receive the gentleness of the scorching sun.

Show off its unique charm.

Wonderful, abundant, unrestrained and erect.

The rich connotation is warm and abundant.

Strands of gold and silver threads were drawn.

Lift pages and pages of pleasing poems.

Under the sun of generous giving.

A fiery melody rippled.

Pregnant with a splendid world.

Summer poems The rain washes the midsummer sky.

The slight blue reveals the loneliness of the place.

Pencil notes the story of that year.

Farewell scenes are played back like old movies.

You say I'm sorry, I love you, and then cry.

I don't know what to do, and I can't let alone dream and be sad.

From the first summer after you left.

I'll try to write about me and you in the most beautiful verses.

Helpless, the fingertips are cold.

Can't write warm words.

Oh baby, but I still don't get it.

I don't understand why you chose to leave or not, whether I continue to wait.

The sycamore leaves on the side of the road drifted and the moonlight lingered outside the door.

One day, the lost heart will return.

Summer Night Blister" holds a penny, wanders towards the greener grass, loads a boatload of starlight, and sings in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

The summer worm is also silent for me, and silence is a blister tonight!

Summer hasn't had time to put on a dress for you, the sun will scorch your heart, carrying the entrustment of spring, and you carefully guard the first promise. In the afternoon, the dark clouds swept across the clear sky, and then, with a tear of emotion, washed away the tired dust from the shoulders of the peasants. At this time, the buds that have just withered on the branches have given birth to new life, and in the chirping of crickets, the figure is slowly elongated and ...... elongatedThe people in the fields, wielding the sickles and hoes that have been gnawed by the years, write some distant hopes with the pen of poets.

Summer cool. What is summer?

It is more enthusiastic than spring.

More splendid than autumn.

It's a season that's even more lively than winter.

The creek is full of small fish.

The trees are calling for the arrival of summer.

The fragrance of lotus flowers.

Obsessive, intoxicating.

Country roads.

Hidden – the tranquility of summer.

Only know how to sing in the bushes.

Know, know".

I'm also in the fourth grade, and I'm asking for this answer, and I'll be told if I have the answer.

In the afterglow of the Star Burial.

The light blue night overflowed into the window, and the summer was too full.

The firefly's small palace lamp is dreaming.

Dreaming of the Tang Palace Dreaming of a chasing light Luo fan.

Dream of another summer night The funeral of a star.

Dreaming of the extension and extinction of a flash.

And your exclamation in my review and a moment of bewilderment.

Summer sun.

Summer sun.

Sunburned my a**.

It's like some bleak past.

Stabbed me, but gave me warmth.

The summer sun walks in the sky.

Such as a monk walking on his feet.

A dervishes. Just understand the taste of life.

Summer sun.

Shine on our woods and houses.

Warm and hearty.

It's like the beautiful old days.

Shine on our whole life.

Shallow singing, midsummer light years.

Memories are like a book, when you want to remember.

I opened the book and stroked the imprint engraved in my heart.

The idle past turns over the mountains and seas.

Take a closer look. It turned out that the book was incomplete.

What exactly have been forgotten?

I struggled to recall.

I can't grasp the slightest clue.

I think what I've forgotten is the promise made in the middle of the summer light years.

Empty the future. But I forgot to grasp the blue sky in that good time.

So. I'm singing.

Singing that is late and beautiful.

It's simple.

That our sincere and plain happiness.

Flip through the past.

In the middle of summer light years.

Under the shade of trees. A vague shadow.

All of them make me feel calm.

With a mysterious time.

Time flows through the story.

Look at the sunset in light years.

Is it also written in the sunset.

Your story. A story that we spend a lifetime interpreting.

In the journey of going with the flow.

I want to sing shallowly. Sing the beauty of our efforts and perseverance.

Don't spend all your time now reminiscing about the beauty of the past.

There's no going back. Then let it pass.

Pain and tangle.

Throw it all away.

The spring is silent and the water is soft.

The little lotus showed the sharp corners of the chaos, and there was already a dragonfly standing up to answer the head.

The explanation is as follows: dew drops wet the sand wall, twilight and loneliness. The mud is not fragrant, and the fertile grass is drowning in the horse's nose.

This poem is so good that Wen Qiao couldn't help but translate it into modern Chinese by himself:

The dew soaked the sandy walls. Whether it's dusk or dawn, it's quiet and lonely. The earth doesn't seem to be able to penetrate even the aroma. The fertile weeds are dense and deep, drowning the horse's nose.

It looks like an ordinary poem, but it has a unique charm when you taste it carefully.

The first sentence of the poem cleverly borrows a "dew drop on the sand wall" to fully express the humidity of the air. According to the principle of physics, sand and gravel have adsorption, and if water splashes on the sand wall, it will penetrate inside, so it is difficult to form dew on the sand wall.

However, why is there a scene of "dew drops on wet sand walls" now? It turned out that because the sand wall had reached the level of saturation of water absorption, the sand wall was completely wet, so the water that it could not adsorb condensed into dew outside the sand wall.

In this sentence, the author skillfully grasps the special natural phenomenon of "dew drops wet sand wall" to profoundly reveal the humidity of the air.

The second sentence, "Twilight and Dawn, Loneliness", uses the rhetorical method of intertextuality to fully express the tranquility of the environment. For example, the famous poem "Out of the Stopper" by Wang Changling, the "Seven Absolute Holy Hands" in the Tang Dynasty, has a sentence "Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shiguan", which actually says "the bright moon in the Qin and Han dynasties, and the guan in the Qin and Han dynasties". In this poem, the author carries forward this rhetorical device, using the few words "twilight and dawn are lonely" to convey the meaning of "twilight and dawn are quiet, all lonely", that is, "both day and night are quiet and lonely", which fully reflects the author's literary attainments.

Let's look at the third sentence, "The mud is not permeable". This sentence is simple and simple, which translates to "the earth does not seem to be able to penetrate even the aroma". We note that the word "if" means "as if", as if it were, suggesting that the author was speculating.

But we can't help but wonder why the author speculates like this? The suspense arises here, and we can't wait to read on.

The last sentence, "Fertile grass drowns the horse's nose". "Wo" originally refers to fertile land, but here the author uses "wo" to describe "grass", describing the good growth, dense and abundant grass, not only vivid, but also creative, reflecting the author's talent in word choice and sentence formation. The next three words "drowning horse nose" more vividly reflect the denseness of the grass and achieve an excellent artistic effect.

When the horse lowers its head to graze, the grass submerges the horse's nose, isn't it dense enough?

August sorrows.

There are white ducks swimming in the yellow pond, the sorghum stalks are just above the head, how to insert this beating heart, a narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?

The day was washed by the rain last night, the hills.

Shine on the sun and leave another shadow;

The sheep followed the herder into the village, and the well was covered in the shade of a large tree, like a heart!

No one has ever said anything about August, summer has passed, and autumn has passed.

But I looked at the ridges of the fields and the melons on the earthen walls, and I still didn't understand how life and dreams were connected.

Praise plum blossoms. Dad told me.

The tree in front of the door was an apricot tree.

I always thought it was an apricot tree.

Waited all the time. Wait for it to grow.

But I graduated from elementary school.

It still hasn't grown sour apricots.

Just silently.

Beautiful flowers bloom every year.

Fragrant. I finally got one day.

I know it's plum blossoms.

I broke off a branch.

Come to Daddy.

Didn't you say that I could eat it when I grew up?

I'll show you!

I took a hard bite of that.

Fragrant flowers. Wow, it's bitter, it's bitter.

This is the most bitter and bitter flower in the world.

Praise the Lantern Festival. It's my favorite food.

A food. Because it's round.

Like the moon. Take a bite.

That sweet syrup.

And it flowed into my heart.

I saw. at home and on TV.

Dusit.

Everyone was smiling.

I guess this is reunion.

Zanxue. Snow is the most commonplace.

Usually like the ice cream I eat.

But this year. It hasn't snowed in a long time.

I came to the cold drink shop.

Asked for a lot of ice cream.

Give it to mom and dad.

Everybody says. It's so cold, it's going to snow.

However, there was no snow.

Spring is coming.

Still no snow.

I bought a dictionary.

Hand it over to the school.

It is said to be given to children in the mountains.

I thought, if it was my ice cream.

It would be nice to give them a share of it.

They ate my ice cream.

Will definitely say. It's cold, it's cold.

It's going to snow.

I thought so.

Laughed out loud. Wait for me to get out of school.

It was really snowing.

I thought, it's cold, it's cold.

Well, that's all my writing is, but 100% original!! (By the way: I'm also a drop of the first drop).

a) The branches are adorned with pale yellow flowers.

Driven in the snow and ice.

So delicate, so chaste.

It seems that there are elves on the branches.

Not afraid of the cold of heaven and earth.

Tease the sun.

Ah, they're laughing.

Smack—"I fell into the crystal snow.

Inhale and sniff, it is so fragrant and fragrant.

Who told me.

It's the most beautiful winter bloom.

It's called Lamei, isn't it?

b) round and white.

What a cute Lantern Festival.

There are lanterns on the streets.

And the smiling faces of the people.

Use chopsticks to gently pick at the white skin.

The stuffing that is so sweet that it flows out.

Hmmm is my favorite sweet taste.

Hehe, this festival of reunion.

It's really good. (c).

Look out the window.

A white expanse.

It's snowing. Another one.

Peaceful and holy winter.

It's snow. I remembered the little girl who sold matches.

That warm little candlelight.

Does she like snow too.

Yes, right. Warm stove.

Fragrant roast goose.

Beautiful Christmas tree.

And the kind grandmother.

It's still snowing.

It seems that all of a sudden there are no distractions.

The world is much whiter.

When. I can go back to that time.

It's as pure as snow.

You're sure it's the first year of junior high school.

1) Snow and Doll (2) Dongmei (3) Lantern Festival No.

The snow has been falling, like withered clouds, like branches, like teeth.

From the hen to the shelves, thousands of miles of silver sea to pan red sand.

To the chirping of the little finches, a branch is proud of the snow.

Until the sun comes out, the wind comes to the nine trees and becomes a family.

Grabbed him.

Hear. A burst of laughter haha.

Shook the snowflakes off the trees.

See. A row of feet nearby.

A few dolls in the distance.