Modern Rain Poems in the Twenty-four Solar Terms

Peach blossoms are brighter when eaten, and eagles become pigeons. ...

One,

After a brief warmth

Pears are flying in the air like snow under the rock city.

confound with

Who is whose shadow

Enter the field of vision without background color.

It's peaches and plums bursting in the garden.

Who is calling my name?

The eagle turned into a pigeon, and I seemed to smell the yellowbird.

Sing a song, a prelude to spring.

Second,

Spring Festival, the best blessing.

Nothing is more greasy than a spring rain.

Loose soil

With the moisture of rain, grass seeds expand rapidly.

Like weeping willows for etiquette, like two rows of welcoming guests.

Put on a bright green new dress.

Some dreams sprout in the soil.

Open the earth cap and pierce the hard one.

Reach out and accept a ray of sunshine and warm breath.

Third,

grass

Wake up from a lonely dream

Gengxiang

Enough to get drunk in the tinkling stream.

Rasty. Plough and run to the fields.

Bugu is covering a familiar ballad.

Open a page of reincarnation memory

Melting stream, gurgling sound of running water

Enough to support me for a childhood.

Dream of youth, just like

A drop of rain flower is swaying among the branches.

Rusty plowshare, rushing to the field.

Bugu is covering a familiar ballad.

Open a page of reincarnation memory

Melting stream, gurgling sound of running water

Enough to support me for a childhood.

Dream of youth, just like

A drop of rain flower is swaying among the branches.