100 modern poems, 100 short modern poems

Original limerick poem for Father's Day].

The guardian breaks the waves and travels through the wind and rain.

The heart-warming years are sung together.

Learn to repay the kindness.

Original children's poems on the theme of reading].

Books are like spring rain.

The earth that nourishes my spirit.

Often like thunder.

Swift and violent.

Beat the drum of thinking for life.

Swim in the ocean of knowledge.

It's a kind of happiness.

There is infinite joy.

Poetry of Spring.

Spring verses Spring rain.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.

Spring. - Melancholy a snow in the east column, life can be seen clearly.

Spring night. —Deeper moonlit night and half of the house, the North Dipper is dry and the South Dipper is oblique.

Spring. - The spring water is blue in the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain.

Spring breeze. —The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Spring scenery. - Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

Spring scene. — Try to see on the transcendent stage, half a trench spring water and a city of flowers.

Spring outing. —The east wind knows that I want to travel in the mountains, blowing off the sound of rain between the eaves.

Spring Thoughts. - Spring heart Mo Gonghua contends, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

Spring silence. - The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned by a boat.

Spring sorrow. - Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a spring dream of a river flowing eastward. - On the pillow for a while, in a spring dream, traveling thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

Spring hate. - Life is a lover, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Spring returns. - Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Tang He Zhizhang "Yongliu":

Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down.

I don't know who cut it out, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring Dawn" Tang. Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Spring Day" Song. Zhu Xi.

Shengri seeks the Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new.

- Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

Harukime I like it.

Put the dream in the spring.

It's called Spring Dream and I'm trying hard to dream of you.

But always in vain.

I like to wake up and turn my pillow over.

I heard that if you do this, your dream will come true.

In this spring, I want to be in trouble.

I'm turning over and over again.

I can't sleep alone. Forget about spring.

A deserted courtyard on a spring night.

The gentle wind sings in the dream.

Listen, the footsteps of someone going to the end of the world.

Someone has returned to his hometown.

If I had a piece of moonlight on my pillow.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.

It's just that there is still her shadow in the heart.

Dancing my lonely eyes.

Look up at the blue sky every time.

The clouds drift to the place where the sun sets.

Every time you embrace the dark night.

The stars are twinkling at the farthest distance.

Want to shed a few tears under the lamp.

I am afraid that tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak.

Leave the warm, soft bed.

But I don't know who spring is waiting for.

You're right under the bright window.

Thinking about the love of spring.

Thinking about autumn frost.

Think of all the sweet floral scents.

I'm on my way to wake up.

Crying secretly and laughing quietly.

Slowly forget your heart.

Forgotten to spring.

Forgotten candlelight for thoughts.

Or lonely hope.

In the afterglow - "Homesickness".

Haizi - "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

Shu Ting - "To the Oak Tree".

Gu Cheng - "Generation".

Xi Murong - "A Flowering Tree".

Guo Xiaochuan - "The General's Trilogy".

He Jingzhi - "Back to Yan'an".

He Qifang - "How Vast Life Is".

Smell a lot - "Water".

Wen Jie - "Under the Apple Tree".

Sleeping alone at home