Modern Poems about Beauty 1. Modern Poems about Beauty
Poems about Gu Cheng!
far and near
you
look at me for a while
look at the clouds for a while
I think
you look at me far
you look at the clouds very close
------------. I'm stuck with countless pebbles
that can't hatch.
Blue rivers and streams crawl
engulf us
and spit it out quietly
There's nothing else
I just hope the grass can prolong
its shadow
-------------. -------------------------------------------------------a generation gave me black eyes in the dark, but I used them to look for light. It can't be washed clean
We opened our umbrella
We simply blackened the sky
There are two pairs of binary stars
It seems that they don't have fixed orbits
It's just that when they are far away, they are near ...
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Bubble
Two free bubbles
rise from the depths of the dream sea ...
The misty silver fog
dissipates in the breeze
I hold on to you like a child
in vain to bring the bubble
back to the land of reality
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I feel
the sky is gray
the road is gray
the building is gray
the rain is gray
among the ashes.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
After the rain
Author: Xi Murong
Life can actually be a poem
If you can let me move forward slowly
Quietly looking forward to searching
With the deepening dusk in my arms
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
I finally shed tears for all the encounters that I
missed or didn't miss.
My heart will be cleaner after the torrential rain
If you are willing to wait
all the floating clouds
will eventually converge into a river
Shu Ting's <: & lt； To Oak Tree > >
if I love you-/I will never learn to climb the campbell flower,/I will show off myself with your high branches;
/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
/It's not just like a fountain/bringing cool comfort all the year round; /it's not just like a dangerous peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /Even sunshine/even spring rain
/No, these are not enough/I must be a kapok near you,
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clasped in the ground;
/leaves, touching in the clouds. /Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other,
/But no one understands our words/You have your copper branches and iron stems,
/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,
/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, thunder and lightning;
/We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow; /It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life
/This is great love,/Faithfulness is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/But also your persistent position,/The land under your feet.
I hope to adopt it.
3. What are the beautiful poems of modern poetry?
Invitation, curtain, curtain, etc.
Shall we go to see fireworks?
How to reproduce flowers among flowers
How to reproduce dreams above dreams
Let's walk side by side through the desolate river bank and look up at the sky
The ecstasy and stinging of life
are all like fireworks
in this instant. It was only yesterday that the woman picked the hibiscus
on the river
and the thousand-year-old floating clouds
on the river only left a few anonymous poems
So
what happened to me today
What made me cry
In retrospect
was just <
When the moonlight covers the mountain path when you come,
I hope you can believe
I've recovered my idea of running away
I'm self-disguised, I'm easy to hide my name, and I'm on the verge of all kinds of desires
I'm self-confused, I'm self-pitying, I'm self-changed, and it's also unsustainable
I'm absolutely gentle and absolutely sharp in this world
If Qiu Lai is said, no one can Some sparse forests will leave all the leaves
Some dreams will be buried from now on. Some lives
Insist on changing colors and textures in the shadows alone.
I will remember your warning
From now on, I will strictly observe the distance between watching and imagining
Never enter the depths of events again
The river without sorrow will not pick the fruits of regret
When the moonlight covers the mountain path when you leave again
. I believe
but I have really recovered and learned to
stop defending the truth and let it disappear like a fallen leaf
and constantly abridge those redundant worries
(redundant dead branches that prick people's skin in vain on the road ahead)
In the years after Qiu Lai, I can almost be mistaken for
a hopeless optimistic woman
4. The most beautiful.
far and near, you look at me for a while and the clouds for a while. I think you look at me far away. When you look at the clouds, the alleys are long and curved. There are no doors or windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall, dreaming a lot of dreams, and I was booing at dusk.
when the former dreams crowd out the former ones, the latter dreams drive them away. The dream before going is as black as ink, and the dream after going is as black as ink; It's like saying, "Look at my good color."
the color is good, but I don't know it; And I don't know, who is speaking? I don't know, I have a fever and a headache. You come, you come! A clear dream.
It is predicted that this heartbeat will come at last. Your sighing footsteps approaching at night, I can clearly hear that it is not the whisper of forest leaves and the night wind, but the fine hoof sound of elk and deer passing through the moss path.
tell me, tell me with the song of your silver bell, are you the young god predicted? As soon as you come from the warm and gloomy south, tell me about the color of the moon and the sunshine, tell me how the spring wind blows away a hundred flowers, and how Yanzi is infatuated with the green poplar. I will sleep with my eyes closed in your dreamlike songs, and I seem to remember the warmth and forget it.
please stop, stop your long-distance running, come in, and sit on this mattress with tiger skin! Let me burn the fallen leaves that I pick up every autumn day, and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice, which will make the fire light look gloomy and high, and the fire light will tell the life of the fallen leaves. Don't go ahead, there is a borderless forest in front, the ancient trees are dotted with wild animals, the half-dead vines, pythons and snakes are intertwined, and there is not a star in the dense leaves. You will be afraid to let go of the second step, when you hear the empty echo of the first step.
are you sure you want to go? When I walk with you, I know every smooth road, and I can sing the songs that I am tired of without stopping, and then give them to you and give them the warmth of your hands. When the darkness of night blocks us, you can look at my eyes without turning your eyes.
You didn't listen to my stirring songs, and your feet didn't stop for my trembling, like a quiet breeze floating through this yellow mist, and lost your arrogant footsteps ... Oh, did you finally come and go without words as predicted, young god? The breeze bursts with a person's endless loneliness and drizzle. God is crying for me, perching on the edge of drunkenness and dreams, perching in the abyss of love and hate. The sad heart of glass always doesn't want to be touched until it starts to stay away from everything. Don't blame me for not being active. In fact, I can't afford to play with the lonely wandering person. The dream of glass thinking is far and near, and the love that emerges is empty. The love of the lurker always doesn't want tears. The indulgence after lingering is doomed to have a beginning and an end. Waiting back and forth at the end only hurts yourself. Only one person wanders back and forth, wandering alone, watching your back every day, always silently waiting for you to turn back. There is no reason to pester you, and there is no small luxury. I just want to accompany you, no matter how long it takes, even if it is just a friend who listens to the freedom she gives you, it is enough. I like these songs very much.
5. Modern beautiful poems
1 There must be something in Mr. Murong's Andante as a Song that I can't understand, otherwise, plants and birds will grow in sequence and fly back to their hometown. There must be something that I can't do, otherwise, how can day and night alternate so quickly? All the moments have passed away, and there must be something in my heart that I must give up after the leaves fall. It is at the age of sixteen. My diary is still the beautiful secret like a mountain and lily that I have hidden all my life. 2. How did a flowering tree let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been praying for Buddha in front of Buddha for 5 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha. So I turned into a tree that grew in the sunshine along the road that you must pass, and it was the hope of my previous life. When you approached, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves were the enthusiasm I was waiting for. Finally, I walked past a friend who fell behind you. That's not a petal, that's my withered heart. 3 Xu Zhimo accidentally I am a cloud in the sky, and occasionally I am projected on your wave heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
You and I meet in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, and the direction; It's better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light that was released at this meeting! 4 "To the Oak" If I love you-never like a climbing campbell, show off by your high branches: If I love you-never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like a spring, but also brings cool comfort all the year round; It's not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even daylight.
even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree.
roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands our words.
You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, and I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt. We * * * enjoy the mist and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is the great love, and here is the firmness: not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on and the land under your feet. Hope to adopt ~.
6. Modern Beautiful Poetry
1 There must be something
that I can't understand in Mr. Murong's Andante as a Song
Otherwise, the plants and trees will
grow in sequence
and the birds will fly back to their hometown
There must be something
that I can't do
Otherwise, how can day and night alternate? There must be something
I have to give up
after the leaves fall.
Is it the diary when I was sixteen years old
or those beautiful lilies
secrets I have hidden all my life
How did a flowering tree
let you meet me
at my most beautiful moment
for this.