A modern poem describing the lake 1 Lake.
My footprints overlap on the lake.
Butterflies are flying leisurely and quietly.
The lake crossed my smile lines.
Grass grows with natural dreams.
Birch tree engraved with love poems
The wind gently sings my dream.
Lake, lake, my favorite lake.
The spirit body formed by Xuelian Waterfall
A transparent mixture of tears and sweat
Profound life, eternal expectation
Pure perfection is the crystallization of beauty.
I love you, Hu.
A child in a boat.
Bibo's string missile rang with laughter.
An old man is fishing.
Liu Jiao melted his green figure.
Embrace each other's sweetness
First love has a tremor of happiness.
Couples with children
The prototype of life is revealed in the eyes.
I love you, Hu.
I am the blue brick on your pavilion.
How much joy and tenderness shook hands with me.
I am an aquatic plant in your heart.
How many smooth skins are dating me?
I am a small fish in your transparency.
Race with a junior canoe.
I am your heartbeat.
And the desire for a bright life.
I love you, Hu.
Many beautiful people, blue sky and how bright.
Your deep blue is no longer shadowed.
There will be no painful explosion.
You are a lake.
You reject the hypocrisy and madness of the sea, the cruelty and tyranny of the sea.
You are hypocritical, rebellious, crazy, awakened and tyrannical.
You are the childhood of the sea, a drop of crystal in the sea.
You are harmonious, you are quiet, and you are the ideal dream of mankind.
You are profound, you are profound, and you are the ultimate awakening of mankind.
A modern poem describing the lake 2 "Fingering the lake to the night"
Wuzhi Lake in Winter
Your smile
Raise the level of waves
In Jiangnan, in Meihua Mountain.
This season, the lake is still warm
Moisten my heart
The jungle by the lake
Wide blade flutter
Burning red leaves
Reflect the green water and decorate the green hills.
Whispering bird
Touch my heart and forget everything.
The flame of dusk shines in my eyes.
The sunset glow burns on your face.
I vaguely heard a kind voice echoing.
The paradise I yearn for
Blue, rose
Are displayed on my surging and happy chest.
A modern poem describing the lake 3 "Ode to the Lake"
There is a beautiful mountain city called Taishun.
There is a beautiful water town called Baizhang.
There is a mysterious legend called Lake Feiyun.
The lake is quiet and elegant in spring.
Walking by the lake, the lake is full of charm.
Beside Xiange, surrounded by green hills, butterflies are flying in pieces.
Begonia blooms, flute and piano play lightly.
The lake in summer is cool and real.
Twilight is reflected and swaying gently, and egrets fly in summer.
The fish in the lake tell beautiful legends.
I feel sad and beautiful in the lake in autumn.
Leaves falling on the lake
Scattered in the water, rippling layers of waves.
The lake is proud and beautiful in winter.
The mountains stand proudly, and the birch columns stand proudly.
A lonely boat stops at a lake stream, and the old man takes hemp fiber to go fishing.
Melt into ink and wash mountains and rivers
Drunk and crazy, my god of love
My Fairy Tale Lake-Feiyun
Modern poem 4 "Lake in Summer" describes this lake.
There is a kind of happiness called being conquered.
There is a feeling called walking on the road.
There is a season called summer.
There is a beautiful lake called summer.
Lake in summer
Quiet is almost silent.
Lake in summer
It's beautiful and almost looks up.
Take a walk by the lake
The lake is rippling in various ways.
swim in the lake
Like stroking your skin.
summer
Make the lake mysterious
Swimming with some talking fish.
summer
Let the lake grass flourish
Breed some desires
And desire.
summer
Make the lake charming.
Women are swimming by the lake.
Like a fairy from heaven.
summer walk
The light is moving forward
Light attracts light.
Another lake overflowed.
Constitute another kind of beauty
in fact
Something that is deliberately pursued.
Has long since disappeared.
Whether it's summer
Or winter?
A modern poem describing the lake 5 "For the coolness of the lake"
What should I write? The coolness in the depths of the lake
A gurgling sound, a clear spring that spits
Over the years, inadvertently dispersed.
Scattered, the fallen dead leaves buried me.
Sinking into the water, I heard the rustling of the lake.
It's the rain flower that we missed in the fleeting time.
Wandering in my wrinkled memory
The heart of the rain flower, Didi opened its eyes in my lake.
I saw the moon under the starlight, a moon lake.
The green hills and trees reflected by the lake
Waterbirds are overhead and white clouds are floating in my heart.
The green lotus with my lake painted on it.
I wandered deep in the clear pupil.
The fog on the water comes from layers of shadows.
Layers of collision and swallowing.
I'm blind, and my lake is caught in a gray fog.
I turned into duckweed in the dust.
Floating alone, like a ship with broken sails
I am looking for sailing sails among the debris in ship wood.
What can I write in my lake diary?
Just write a deep and calm, mumbling poem.
Modern poem 6 "Blue Lake" describes this lake.
you
Wise and calm,
Seemingly ruthless, but in fact the heat flow is undercurrent.
you
Calm and indifferent
Despise all domineering.
But occasionally
Will also show a childlike smile.
You hold the sky in your arms,
Let Baiyun listen to you
An ocean-like pulse.
You let Qingshan rest in your arms,
Appreciate your inner self.
Extensive and far-reaching
Trek thousands of miles
Just for the pilgrimage,
Thousands of years of dreams
Only meet each other.
When you caught my eye
At that moment,
My heart trembled for you at once.
Marvel Comics,
You are my dream.
That touch of blue.
A modern poem describing the lake, 7 "Looking for Dreams in Dongting Lake"
The current is the cry of the baby landing.
A tempting dream came, so
In March, peach blossom water searched for dreams and lost souls.
Reed turned white in his dream.
Sail for the dream, the sky is blue.
Gong Fan's Dream Seeking and Lake Pillow
Light a lamp in the middle of the night to light the fire
There are waves on the paper.
Don't take the old road to find your dreams.
Take a boat and salvage it with a net.
This is just a fishing net for carrying water.
Trekking along the backbone of the coast
You can smell your mother's sweat.
Now let's explore the roots of the lake.
The lake bed cracked into a fish-shaped handwriting scrawled on the lake.
Like a mother's wrinkled uterus
Endless voices of life and winter winds
The snake got into a black clay pot in the ruins.
Ring the bell of the years, and the evening is filled with smoke.
Pieces of broken boats spread out and willows spread out.
We are also expanding to the giant claws.
Reach for the first sunset of dreams.
The blue curtain is ready for the lake.
Expose an underdeveloped body
Maybe the dream of Dongting Lake has no exit.
Feather wheel feeling of migratory birds
Generations of dreams are coming here.
A modern poem describing the lake 8 "Ancient Poems of Yanzi Lake"
Ganghedu
The prince is gone.
Leave a pile of selected works
And a flock of birds whispering to each other
The misty lake disappeared.
Turn into a palace
The ruins of the palace
The emperor who filled the lake also left.
Collect soil to form a mausoleum
Always guard this side
Feng shui in my heart
Plum blossoms bloom and fade.
When the vegetation dies, it will flourish again.
Those myths and legends
Meet again
It's next to the Ming wall of Zijin Mountain.
Turn into a few tears
Recall like meditation
Never exhausted
Oh! The morning breeze blows the willows.
Chu Chu yi ren
Late waves and sunsets
Wandering soul
Hongbo is far away.
No idea of sacrifice
I would like to pay tribute to this article.
Fallen leaves are butterflies.
Late autumn stroking your fluffy hair,
Shy setting sun urges lazy dusk to knock on the window,
No one can keep the lost youth,
Let the years stumble in their brow.
Who remembers what he said to the moon many years ago?
A faint crow living in a birch tree,
Do you smell the cold and manic Siberian high?
Take your lover back to the warm home on the cliff,
Makes him thin and lonely,
Vaguely guarding the stormy branches!
The creaking sound image slows down the rhythm of ups and downs.
Watching you throw yourself into the arms of the earth,
Colorful butterflies dance wildly,
Roar and throw away the complicated vagrancy of the world,
Turn into a beautiful and broken glow in the afterglow of the sunset.
A modern poem describing the lake 9 "I want to talk about a love affair with the bright moon"
Ignore the date of birth.
Peach blossoms are contemptuous, and the wind blows the petals.
The fish jumped out of the water and spat at me.
Birds are worse. Some bird droppings fell from the air.
Obviously, what's wrong with love
You hold me so close.
Even the matchmaker is a little jealous.
Do you still need a matchmaker for such love?
It's not just flower pickers who see it.
There are ferrymen and literati.
They seem to be booing and sighing.
Bright moon, bright moon, is it so cheap?
Your neck is a little tender and dry.
Your figure is a little thin.
You are a morbid beauty.
Don't I deserve to be a seven-foot man?
Spring gives you a pink face.
Don't waste rouge.
It is because of the Lins' blood.
Cry and bury flowers, tears in my heart
Xu Niang, your waist is very thin, and you are middle-aged.
Clear-cut, both fat and thin.
I want to lie on those hills in my dream.
Play a joke on the pig chasing Chang 'e.
You can use a spoonful of spring water.
Just, to the clouds and the wind.
They took back my eyes mercilessly.
Close to you, just to miss your moisture.
You are a bit like Yang Guifei, and I am not Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty.
You said I was Li Bai, and I couldn't see that you were thinking about clothes and flowers.
You don't belong to me.
It's just that I have wishful thinking about you.