Modern poems, 4 less, thanks

Serenade -- That night the wind blows away the sun's rays I will come quietly to you and put the black gown on your shoulders Gently place the stars and the moon on the shore of the Milky Way Let the moonlight like water sprinkle on the surface of the lake Let the shadows of the trees in the water ripple with the breeze When the east reveals the white of the fish's belly I will go to another place to take the sun. (Childe Linze original).

The Snowflakes from Heaven -- The Snowflakes Must Be from Heaven Otherwise, why is she so exquisite, so clear? Why.

Take the infinite beauty and hope of the world with you? Snowflakes come to the world with the wind and flutter one after another Fill the whole sky And also permeate the whole cold winter She must be an angel in winter With her, winter is no longer lonely Snowflakes must be from heaven Otherwise, why is she.

Quietly come, quietly go from beginning to end, quietly? Why is it so mysterious? (Childe Linze original).

Farewell, My Childhood" -- Flowers Bloom, Flowers Fall It's another year Childhood, what a bright word But it can't stand the test of time.

In the passage of time bit by bit A beautiful yesterday is getting farther and farther away from me Intoxicated, heartbroken Another day Wave your hand and say goodbye My childhood You and I have to meet in a dream Fairytale beauty Drifting away with the wind In the helpless sigh All the good things are diluted by time Gradually fade away from the past glory I have to, say goodbye: Farewell, my childhood I hope that my youth is as beautiful as you make people nostalgic! (Childe Linze original).

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"Ride the train" Dad took me on the train, and when the train started, the things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......

Wow! Everything went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

Aunt Qiu" We think of Aunt Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu's face.

It's red, it's round.

Chubby I haven't seen Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu.

is a painter.

Aunt Qiu came.

and to the fruit trees and the crops.

Smeared with a golden one.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu: I'm busy.

She gives all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded with plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

Make an observation

The basket is too small to fit!

Aunt Qiu, she's so nice.

She sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that for the village to see the yard.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Autumn came draped in dewdrops.

Stepping on the frost flowers, he quietly walked away.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

I learned to write" When I learned to write "little sheep", all of a sudden, the trees, the houses, the fences, everything I saw with my eyes was bent and rolled up like wool.

When I took the word "river" and wrote it in my little exercise book, a splash of water splashed in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.

When I finished writing "meadow" with my pen, I saw bees busily among the flowers, two butterflies whirling, and I could put them all in the net with a wave of my hand.

If I write "my dad", I immediately want to sing and jump a few times, I'm the tallest, I'm the best, I'm the best, I can do everything.

Take me with me, my kite, take me to the blue sky!

I'm going to fly in the sky, I'm going to hover in the sky, I'm going to fly like a bird, I'm going to fly over the sea, I'm going to fly over the ocean.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

To see how wonderful the world is in the sky, to see how good the children are in the world, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

Is it shorter and more famous?

Looking back, if I'm really tempted

1 out of context. You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery.

People watching the scenery are looking at you from the bridge.

The bright moon decorates your window.

You decorate other people's dreams.

2. Mount Emei. Mount Emei, Mount Emei, I will write a new chapter for you today.

Mount Emei, Mount Emei, you can eat everywhere.

There are four seasons in Emei and ten miles of different days in Emei.

Mount Emei, Mount Emei, the ice is clear and jade, and it is like Chanjuan.

There are thousands of Emei styles, why guard Xichuan alone?

Mount Emei, Mount Emei, Emei has no beacon smoke for thousands of years.

Do not compete with the peaks, only to ensure the safety of the social rental bench.

Mount Emei, Mount Emei, between the ethereal world and the world.

After 30 years of traveling all over the world, I know that the world is wide.

3 Watching the sea In the morning, the birds in the trees chirp:

Let's go and see the sea! ”

The sea is our dream.

The heart of the sea is so big-minded.

Our sea is so abundant.

Seeing the sea is like walking into a treasure trove.

We are in the bosom of the sea.

The sea laughs in our arms.

Let's go and see the sea! ”

Whenever the tide rises and falls.

The sea has beautiful songs.

There are 3 songs in total, and they are not so long.

Parting thoughts.

a) Before, go out.

It's a family ride together.

Later, a long journey.

It was my sister who sent me on my way.

Now, dreaming.

It was you who accompanied me to the station.

2) The year before last, the New Year.

I went home to see my grandfather.

Grandpa sent me away.

Last year, the Chinese New Year.

Grandpa waited for me to come home.

I sent my grandfather away.

This year, the Chinese New Year.

Let's go home together.

Grandpa hung on the wall.

I had two best friends, one master and two arts, the best master, the worst art, because art is too selfish. That's why I don't follow him.

I'm writing ancient quatrains, do you want to? You can give a few words, I'll help you write, do you like it or not, look at yourself I'm an occasional vassal elegance, o( o

The heart is sorrowful.

Eliminate the purple rain and clear sunshine.

Gu Yu in pairs.

Leisurely in the world.

The sunset wind and flocculent in Pingyang are lonely and lonely.

It's another night of flowers, and I will stay until the Ming Dynasty to read the remnants of red.

Two texts of modern poetry, "Wind" and "Clouds".

1, "Paper Boat".

Bingxin: I used to do it for fun.

Fold over many paper boats.

Put them in a dead pool with no way out.

No complaints, I still have origami boats.

In the lonely night.

Prepare a warm harbor for them.

No complaints. I have no way out, I have complaints.

Who can give me a harbor.

Let me complain too.

2, "Out of Chapter".

Bian Zhilin, you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

That far away. It was the wind that was swaying, with the slightest raindrops, trembling slightly.

Near. It's the wildflowers that flutter in the wind, as if they are pouring out their hearts.

In the distance is the lights are shining, and the peach blossoms are beautiful in the distance.

It's still beautiful, it's still beautiful.

I'm a man in the scene.

I dressed up the scene, and the scene embellished my dreams.

Overpass. Once you showed up there.

What a splendid splendor.

How dazzling.

Oh! My dear flyover.

If, I'm you.

I will not exist for glory.

It will turn the world into heaven.

Once you were there to sell money for cash.

How lonely and lonely it was.

How sad and desolate.

Oh! My dear flyover.

If, I'm you.

I will not grieve for what you feel.

There will be a lot of magic going forward.

Once you showed up there.

What an anxious wait.

It's a lot of speed.

Oh! My dear flyover.

If, I'm you.

I'm not going to rush by.

You'll smile for a second longer.

Once you were out there.

How exciting.

How resilient and strong.

Oh! I personally guess the flyover of love.

If, if I were you.

I don't change my interests and personality.

It will surely shine brightly in life.

Xu Zhimo's "The Conjuring".

You went, you went, Shima, the thick fog of the day, covering you to that side, between the moon and the stars, the reckless long distance that never came again.

No, I didn't go, I saw you, in the water before the wind, dressed in a ruined and faint morning sun, across the floating clouds of the vehicle, suddenly appeared, and suddenly hidden.

Come back quickly, a million brilliant, the delicate reeds dot the deep blue, the place is terrifyingly dark, and the cold wind there is too great. A lot.