Write modern poems about rain scenes.

In our daily study, work or life, we always touch or use poetry. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement, concentration, distinct rhythm and rich rhythm. What kind of poems are good? The following are the modern rain poems I compiled for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

A modern poem about the rain scene 1 Rain Scene

Cloud aggregation

Is it destined to be cold?

It is raining.

There is a stream in front of us.

Cotyledons are clean and green.

Aromatic mud

Stumbling, caressing back

This is the continuation of love.

Listen to your voice.

Forget the crying rain

Awaken the soul

Cold thoughts

Au sud des nuages

The petals of a blooming daffodil

My heart has cleared up.

Freeze friendship in the rain

seek

you and I

Rainy Scenery of Modern Poetry Writing Part Two "Rainy Scenery of Small Bridges"

a fine drizzle

Countless tears fell on the bridge.

Willow branches fluttered in the wind.

Shake my heart with unforgettable memories.

It's beautiful here, and the oath is eternal.

Is spring here yet? I'll walk with you.

Yan Shuangfei, the bridge is still there.

But what about you? Where are you?

Modern Rain Scenery Poems Episode III "Summer Rain"

hurried

It is raining in the sky.

wet

shade of a tree

Wet cities and villages.

moonlight

hurried

You also had a rain.

Got wet by mine.

Atrium and direction

Infiltrated by secular customs

sight

Maybe it's a rain that shouldn't have rained

It shouldn't rain in an impetuous summer

If it can flow back

Affectionate season

I will hold up a small umbrella.

Wandering in the wind and rain with you

Modern poem 4 "A Rain" is about the rain scene.

The rain this autumn is very annoying.

How much disturbed the human mind?

Over and over again.

The world will disappear layer by layer.

The woman looking at the window

She quietly watched the drizzle falling all over the sky.

Have you ever thought that on the day when he touched the piano under the eaves, I could put on ten miles of red makeup one day without a curtain call?

Ruthless wind and frost

I just can't remember the year and month

Let the years bear the scars.

Changed face

Shaoguang went to Wan Li.

Enchanting is not there.

time flies ...

As sharp as ever

People returning from Hakodate looked at her portrait.

Xuan paper is yellowish.

Suddenly I can't remember when I made a promise, and it's hard to say goodbye.

Like a flash of light.

All my hair has turned white.

Who can keep it?

The past Yiyi Liu Yang

No, there is sadness, rain and snow now.

Dreamers say dreams.

Dream in a dream

But when I saw her, I married someone else's wife.

It can be said that this is causality.

It can be said that this is a mistake.

Only hate fate affectation.

A person who doesn't agree with others in his heart.

What she has been looking forward to all her life.

The red makeup is miles, but he didn't design it for her.

The autumn rain is more and more continuous.

Who is singing the song of everlasting regret?

Acacia close at hand

Oh, my God, is this a poor man?

Look at her makeup.

Look, she's still smiling.

Missing is far away.

A modern poem about the rain scene, 5 "Rain"

Flower flower

You haven't waited for me to guard against it

It fell into my heart with a bang.

At first you were like a thin needle.

Slow down, slow down.

I can hear you clearly.

You walk along the shallow eaves

Humming happily music that I can't interpret.

Rain, you

What a hothead.

I haven't decided yet.

That's what you have to do.

Can't wait to hug and kiss the night.

I have read your book in the past few years.

You "escaped" from the nib of countless literati and poets.

Someone turned you into a parting.

Someone took you into the rain lane where the girl with an oil-paper umbrella walked.

Some people even call you a demon.

Praise you for being a flower needle

Maybe you are tired in the end.

That I slept in a book.

I can still hear you sobbing tonight.

I think you are sleeping on the vibrant skin of the earth now.

I'm not afraid of loneliness.

Listen to the tireless singers in that field.

Excited applause.

Don't be afraid at night.

I will turn on an immortal lamp for you.

Keep your fragile heart.

A modern poem about the rain scene 6 "Rain"

hurried

It is raining in the sky.

wet

shade of a tree

Wet cities and villages.

moonlight

hurried

You also had a rain.

Got wet by mine.

Atrium and direction

Infiltrated by secular customs

sight

Maybe it's a rain that shouldn't have rained

It shouldn't rain in an impetuous summer

If it can flow back

Affectionate season

I will hold up a small umbrella.

Wandering in the wind and rain with you

A modern poem about the rainy scene 7 "Summer Rain"

Xia Yu

There is always a preference

The rut is separated

Get off here and forget there.

The beans here are overgrown.

The one over there is not ripe yet.

It makes people sad and happy.

It is difficult to take advantage of the wishes of a hundred people.

Xia Yu

Always moody

A dark cloud appeared.

A violent, a gentle.

Three days of drought and five days of drought without you

After a few days, it became a flood disaster.

I really love you, miss you and fear you.

You are a hooligan.

Xia Yu

You gave love to the crops.

Wash the clothes of the tree.

And washed the cicada's vocal cords.

Crush the dust in the air.

Keep the road clean and free of dust.

Drive away the impetuous heat

Fresh and cool, suitable for expressing feelings.

A modern poem about the rain scene 8 "Rain"

Last night, the rain cried and fell.

Your garden, it got you wet.

The pot of canna in the garden

And wet the white orchid.

A lotus flower cried excitedly.

I'm in her tears.

Found you, and your appearance.

Same as last year.

My body was wet by the whole rain.

Together with crape myrtle blossoms.

Also, the red of the lonely rose.

But I can't hear any birds singing.

And the rain is long.

The voice is crisp, do you hear?

A modern poem about the rain scene 9 "Splash"

The pale sky is not blue,

The dazzling sun of the past has disappeared.

There is a chill in the air,

It will rain.

Dada, dada

It's raining drop by drop.

My head is buried under the leaves,

Flowers and plants bend down,

Pedestrians on the road hurried home,

The pond ripples in circles.

"Vujacic, Vujacic"

The drizzle was mixed with light smoke like a mist.

Come to pick up the rain.

The buildings in the distance become blurred,

Flowers and trees are looking for sweet rain and dew,

The children stepped on the rain happily,

Splash a piece of water.

"Hua Hua, Hua Hua"

The heavy rain came with Lei Gong Dian Mu.

The "splash" sound of rain, the "rumble" sound of tripterygium wilfordii and the "click" sound of Dian Mu,

Composed a special piece of music.

The rain has stopped! It's sunny.

It is wet everywhere.

On leaves, grass and petals,

Leave raindrops and dewdrops.

I opened the window,

Fresh air pavement.

But unforgettable,

Or that rain indicates the coming of autumn.

A modern poem about the rain scene 10 "Heart"

In that distant dream,

It's vague,

It's raining,

It's raining,

Watering,

be down in spirits

Dry my accustomed heart.

In my,

In that distant dream,

Once,

Once softened,

Soft but hot,

Walk past a girl.

My hands are gentle,

Touch her gently,

Shocking,

Unfortunately,

Pity her, but it's like a cloud,

Spread out.

Since then,

There is a shadow,

Touched me deeply.

Ancient,

An old and broken heart.

Is it really sunny?

Let me see,

See that girl's pretty face?

I think,

She must have a pair,

With a pair of hopeful eyes,

Look,

Staring at the colorful distance,

Like a dream.

Suddenly,

It was just a muffled thunder,

Heavy and heavy

Mourning thunder,

Ruthless lightning,

Down,

Destroyed my concentration,

It also covers,

Her hopeful eyes.

I haven't been awake for a long time,

In this ever-changing,

In the mist,

Heartstrings,

Was gently pushed away.

This is a heavy rain,

It's like a galaxy,

Rainstorm,

Only the cowherd is left,

Sadly,

Looking sadly at the Iraqi people in the distance,

Silently,

Silently injured.

In that distant dream,

A hazy,

It's raining,

In the dark,

It's getting worse,

I

Secretly,

Secretly unable to turn his eyes.

Love hurts.

Is it really sunny?

Let me see,

The person who saw that girl.

Pretty face?

A modern poem about the rain scene 1 1 "Lawn"

drop from the sky

Only then did I know my initial behavior.

Funny enough to kill me.

No one came to salvage it.

I am a sculpture made of clay.

Because the world is full of selfish eyes.

You can fly.

I will only watch you cry.

Even with a little kindness

Will also be buried with rubble

You can go to the street.

The crime of disturbing a pen is like spitting your tongue at the sight of your stomach.

But I can't feel the sincerity in my heart

A bright colored flag

The nerve we converted to.

Too lonely.

The long river gathers our ups and downs.

The morning dew is just a lone star you see.

Judging from the background of Christmas

Can't find a good gun

Optical fiber cable to break the world's glory

Run to the only pear blossom peach garden

A clear statement

Just a lot of mouths to spare.

There is no real impression when you get to the water cloud.

Let all the backbones carry moonlight.

land

The heart buds are bulging.

Twisting the fresh cocoon of spring

The love of the elderly

They all went to the lawn.

Copy with old dreams

Children also fall in love.

Let spring be completely naked.

I cann't wrap it up

The entanglement of ivy

My hometown is in a dream.

Hang a red lantern

Miss your eyes

As opposed to the classic ear of spring.

When will you give me one?

Red candle

Rekindle the drunken smoke of the heart and moon

Is pear flower crying for Xiaozhuang?

Make an admonition to the ancient temple

This is the unique Jin Dian this season.

Let the phoenix lose

A place without buttonwood trees.

When peach trees are drunk

Beauty should treat flowers tenaciously in old age.

The little girl in the street

In contrast, China's opening to the outside world is rampant

Give your confused tribute to God.

Want to be alone.

With the flowers of spring

Come around and talk to me.

Before the night comes, the years are old.

My heart is black.

The flower branches are also broken one by one.

Invisible face

Never ending fireworks and empty buildings

Who else is there?

When I break the wings of my dream, I will go home.

Go home well.