Modern poems about the beauty of the eyes, modern poems about the eyes

The eye is an organ that can perceive light. The simplest structure of the eye can detect the light and darkness of the surrounding environment, and I have collected modern poems that describe the eyes, welcome to read.

"Excited Eyes".On days when the flowers are noisy.

Say goodbye to the spring breeze season in June.

All of them are crystal clear.

The heart of incomparable purity blooms.

The emerald green curtain slowly opened.

The little angel with pink and heavy makeup on the stage.

Babbling and whispering.

The trees are full of colorful stories.

The sky was as blue as water.

Who is with a moistened red handkerchief.

Cover your eyes with excitement.

"Eyes".**Put it a little far away.

The window pulled the clouds very close.

Have a pair of eyes that will miss.

Look at the sky. Even after the daytime.

Look at the somewhat lonely stars.

Every star smiled.

Somewhat clunky night.

So black and black like a pair of bright ones'"Eyes".

Mom's eyesMom has a pair of kind eyes.

The crooked Danfeng eyes are always smiling.

When I was a child, it was the deep sky that fascinated me.

During the day, the sun shines warmly.

Stroking me, jumping and growing.

There will be a fairy-like moon at night.

Holding twinkling stars.

Plunge me into the sleep of Princess Pea.

When I was a girl, it was the candlelight of the engine I walked forward.

Pat off the grit and look for a pearl.

Let the spring flowers and autumn moon follow each other.

Take the Lan boat of Tang poems and Song poems to travel far away.

in its world.

My immature paintings can be collected in museums.

A little poem actually flies with wings.

It will happily squint in a line.

It's April on earth.

The gentle breeze and drizzle are bathed in scorching fragrance.

It's going to flicker.

Gentle waves gently spread across my sleeping forehead.

Cinderella's dream burst out laughing.

It will weep in pain.

Drop by drop soaked the wound I accidentally fell.

My heart senses the heat of the July fire.

It used to stay awake all night on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Light up my already dim hope to sew New Year's flower clothes.

A flower butterfly dances with a snowman on a snowy field.

When it got married, it was red with tears.

Strip your former self from your life.

I wipe your reluctance.

Your wrinkles, sculpted by the years, eroded by the wind and rain.

Stand as an old locust tree in your hometown.

The leaves are swaying and full of advice.

"Two Pairs of Eyes".Each of us has two pairs of eyes.

A pair of naked eyes grow on the body.

A pair of heart eyes in the heart.

The eyes of the body and the eyes of the heart.

The same brightness, the same pure beauty.

It's the pair of things that are different.

Angle and depth of perception.

The eyes of the body are intoxicated.

Sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom.

The eyes of the heart are pensive.

The red dust is warm and cold, and the right and wrong are straight.

The eyes on the body - simplicity.

The eyes of the heart - deep.

This simplicity and profundity are combined.

The beauty of our humanity.

Let our lives be filled.

Endless flavors.