Modern Poetry on Acacia 6 1. Modern acacia poems
Acacia's modern poems;
Poetry 1:
Missing in autumn
The chrysanthemums are in bloom again.
Can you find everything that is gone in the yellow flowers?
Do you still feel it?
It's so sad not to put chrysanthemums in your temples.
Autumn wind rises and flowers fall.
The falling yellow flowers took my thoughts away.
Missing is silent, but it has turned against my dry Kun.
All my troubles are buried at the dim end of the moon and stars.
The song I sang softly at midnight
But you're gently talking to
Away from people's hearts
The sorrow of this life is already in my heart.
Poetry 2:
A faint desire
Deja vu. Between networks,
A greeting moistens the heart;
The breeze and the bright moon have no common thoughts,
Slightly concerned about the drunken days.
A string thousands of miles away,
Two people are playing in the mountains and running water;
Although there are few intimate friends in the world,
The spring breeze melts the rain and passes through the mountains.
Poetry 3:
Miss like a flower
curtain of night
Such as fertile black soil
miss
Bloom for you
Lying in the middle of the night
Flowering around
It's beautiful.
full tear
Drive in rows and columns.
Poetry 4:
miss
Go through four seasons
Missed stops in autumn.
Lonely eyes
When looking at the red maple.
These geese are flying far away.
The sun shone on the twigs.
Frost was moved to tears.
Facing the white clouds in the distance
There is a flute deep in the mountain.
Long ring
Shangguli
The ground is littered with fallen leaves.
Red, yellow
The wind is crying.
I sat at the foot of the mountain.
It's a little too late to see the time.
ramparts of metals and a moat of boiling water―impregnable city
My log cabin
Poetry 5:
miss
It's gone!
Draw the outline of your bright smiling face
Let me indulge in the happiness of getting along.
It's the wind
Send your message gently.
Let my heart protect you with the wind.
It's night!
Describe a story about you.
Makes my heart as anxious as a group of Ma Benteng people.
The above is for reference.
2. The Complete Works of Modern Acacia Poetry
One of my thoughts about missing (two poems) is that I miss you at night, but I don't want to leave you, but I have traveled with your love. I miss you at night, but you didn't give me any direction. Because you are too greedy, I always know that sincere people are deeply hurt, but I wait and turn all my concerns into silent pain. I can be indifferent and gentle to you, but I can't escape the taste of care-not for anything. Reward for being so concerned-not for tomorrow, so I look forward to when you start to leave me, but I am helpless. What I am worried about is the dribs and drabs that I can't let go after leaving. I miss you separately. Do you know that this is a night full of longing colors and pale pull? I really miss your fate. There is always some sudden love. Second, when you left, my mind was blank. Although the breeze is light, it can still carry fragrance. Although the sky is empty, Wei Yun is still leisurely, and you are gone.
Maybe it's fate that we can only meet each other and not go the same way. Maybe we missed our love in the marriage book of previous lives. Even so, you go your way and I'll go mine. Why am I so obsessed with this? Why is my heart blank except my thoughts?
Just because our meeting was so beautiful, it made me despair. I'm afraid to say goodbye to you when you leave, or even meet you in a narrow way. When you left, my heart went blank.
Now I don't know whether you are happy on the other side of the wind or whether you are warm and happy on the other side of the cloud. Without news, I can only try my best to hold up endless thoughts and entrust Qingfeng and Wei Yun to bring them to you quietly, so as to empty my heart and let myself fall asleep in the blank.
It is only because the meeting is so beautiful that I have the pain of missing. 1. Actually, I can wait for you, but if I wait, I can't wait for others.
-"Morning dew is like a face" 2. If that person has ever appeared in this world, others will be reconciled! I don't want to settle. -"Why Shengxiao Mo" 3. I can't give you the whole world, but I will give you my whole world.
-"Never forget" 4. The first step is to look up. Step two, close your eyes.
In this way, tears will flow into my heart. I remember that I never disliked you. Those things that make you sad are all lies.
-"Time is a flower with two flowers" 5. Don't forget your way home without me at home. -"Ten years is as warm as a word" 6. Never give up! You are mine ... I am yours.
I know what she wants, but I can't give it to her. I gave it to you, and I can't give it to anyone else.
-"Too late to say I love you" 8. I have a crush on him for a long time. If I don't walk in front of him, he will never see me. -"The Secret Buried by Time" 9. Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away.
-Summer before the Solstice 10. Years are long, and the white heads are not separated. -Sauvignon Blanc 1 1. If happiness is not in Paris, it must be somewhere else.
But there is no Paris in my world, only you. -There is no Ferris wheel in Paris 12. You like me because I am a good person, but you love him, even if he is a wrong person.
-Let me see you 13. When I met you, I opened a door, and behind it was heaven. -The original love is very sad 14. Your heart is where I want to come back when I go to the ends of the earth.
-Warm String 15. It turns out that tears can last forever, but heaven can't compare with your smile on me. -How far is a light year 16. The moment you turned around, my depressed life.
-Why Shengxiao Mo 17. If I had been brave, would the outcome have been different? If I had persisted, would my memories be different?
-"There was once a man who regarded me as his life" 18. Obviously, it doesn't matter. Once you suddenly say you want it, over time, you really want it. I want you.
-The Burning Years of Pastoral Madness 19. Sometimes I hate you, and more often I love you. -"So you are still there" 20. Once we all thought we could die for love. In fact, love can't kill people. It will only stick a needle in the most painful place, and then we want to cry. We tossed and turned and became doctors after a long illness.
You are not the wind, and I am not the sand. No matter how lingering, you can't reach the end of the world. -"To the youth that we will die".
3. What are the poems about missing in modern times?
1. Missing you is the night I miss you. I don't want to leave you, but I accompanied you through the road under your distressed care. Missing you is the night I miss you, but you didn't give me any direction. You are too scheming, but I am too greedy. I always know that sincere people are deeply hurt, but I wait, but all my worries turn into silent pain. I can be indifferent and gentle to you, but I can't escape the taste of caring. -I don't care about anything in return. -I have no expectations for tomorrow. When you started to leave me, I was so helpless, so reluctant and so worried. Still the same sentence-I miss you, you know, it's a night, with a lot of longing colors and pale pulling. I really miss you, and fate is always a little sudden, and love can't wait.
I miss bitter coffee. I still remember that you and I happened to be sitting at a table by the window in a coffee shop, enjoying this full moon. We smiled at each other. Why are we alone on family reunion days? So you and I meet and come to this coffee shop every day to drink this bitter and sweet coffee. I can't remember the day when you and I stopped looking at each other on this table, but I still sat. Keep this habit, a person sitting on this table, a person drinking bitter coffee, looking out the window, full moon and sunny, people have joys and sorrows. At this time, the moon is not round, people are not full, but the habit is still there, and the memory is still bitter, but the memory is still sweet. I am still drinking this bitter and sweet coffee.
3. "You are my missing heartstring" Once upon a time, you appeared in my dream. At the moment of meeting, light the flame of love in your heart! Miss, in this way, bitter flow. Years of wind, memory, dried up in the distant sky. Seasonal rain makes each other's hearts suffer in the mud ... In life, the expectation of waiting is doomed to be an illusion. However, I can't get rid of my lingering thoughts. Heart, tangled, helpless pain. The clouds on the horizon lit up my makeup, and I was lonely all my life! Tonight, my tears are like rain. The drain is full, a swamp. ...
4. How have you been recently? No, I don't miss you, and neither do I. i care about you a great deal. Every holiday season, I miss my relatives more than ever, and a faint yearning will float in, and there will be unforgettable memories about you in the distance. So ... The sun also wants to cry. A gloomy breath. Like a thug, filled my heart. what can I say? There is no promise of love, and there is no expectation of life. But why, whenever I think of you, there will always be a heart rain, which will overflow my whole body and soak it, and it is another spring.
When I miss my mother, I burst into tears/I'm afraid that if this "comes true"/I'm afraid there will be no spring, summer, autumn and winter in my world/no light/no memories/because your mother is still young/you haven't kissed your grandson/you haven't brought reading glasses/you haven't sat in a rocking chair/because your father is used to your cooking/your brother's eyes are there. Mom, if you leave/the world will sleep/the white clouds will sleep/because they are all tired of walking with you/Oh, mom, if you leave/the grass in the yard will wither/the little white rabbits in the cage will be hungry/because they are unloved/at night, when you wake up from your dream/dial mom's phone/get busy/read, you are already asleep/but, really? .
6. After you left, my heart went blank. Although the breeze is light, it can still carry fragrance. Although the sky is empty and Wei Yun is long, my heart is blank after you left. Maybe it's fate that we can only meet each other and not go the same way. Maybe we missed our love in the marriage book of previous lives. Even so, you go your way and I'll go mine. Why am I so obsessed with this? Why is my heart blank except my thoughts? Just because our meeting was so beautiful, it made me despair. I'm afraid to say goodbye to you when you leave, or even meet you in a narrow way. When you left, my heart went blank. Now I don't know whether you are happy on the other side of the wind or whether you are warm and happy on the other side of the cloud. Without news, I can only try my best to hold up endless thoughts and entrust Qingfeng and Wei Yun to bring them to you quietly, so as to empty my heart and let myself fall asleep in the blank. Just because we met so beautifully.
4. Ask for a modern poem about missing.
Modern poems about missing are as follows:
Poetry 1: Missing in Summer by Jean Dong Qing.
Let me hold a summer rain.
Moisten your heart after a long drought
Let me enjoy the cool breeze.
Brush away your fatigue.
Let me have a look at the clear spring
Give you endless sweetness
Let me pick a lotus.
Warm your beautiful smiling face
Give you everything.
Let you have a refreshing summer.
My thoughts
Since the summer when I met you.
Inside the exhibition hall
pool
Meet in the rain and hold hands.
Your bright smile
Jade is like the moon.
Your white dress
Like a lotus or a cloud.
Your beautiful voice
Such as string playing.
Since then, I have asked for it thousands of times.
everlasting
Poetry 2: Wu's "Thinking of Old Friends on a Moonlit Night"
this evening
When the moon rises,
The bright moon in Tang dynasty
Still in the window
Visit me and study tirelessly.
You recognize me by my birth name.
This moment, the door of memory.
Never closed again.
That year, Na Yue, that man.
And those memories of youth.
Unlike cigarettes.
Those seeds sown in spring
The sound of green
As soon as it is called, the picturesque countryside will be green.
The vast plains and the hometown of the sea.
The swaying poems are accompanied by the fragrance of laurel trees.
That's my home, my lost youth.
In the deepest part of the world of mortals, you are
An irreplaceable orphan in this life
I am willing to wait
The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem.
Poetry 3: Bai Yanyan's Missing
On a calm day.
I only long for one touch.
But all expectations
After all, it is extravagant hope.
I used to laugh like the wind
I used to cry like rain
All the hearts of bloom fall.
Inexplicable thoughts are as rich and fragrant as flowers.
Blooming in the branches of the years
It smells good every season.
Looking back on yesterday's dribs and drabs
Who will stay for me?
Even a shallow smile.
It will also make my whole heart throb.
Now hovering on the horizon.
Missing is precipitated by years.
There are no more days of high tide.
I have to stand on the edge of time.
Wait patiently for your news.
Poetry 4: Xiang Xue's Shadow of Classmates
All the days
There is a shadow of classmates.
Gentle eyes
Based on my shyness,
The shadow of classmates is ethereal.
recently
The shadow of my classmates disappeared,
It's hard to forget the scene of getting together.
The Eye of Silence
Leave the camera,
The classmates left.
The farther you go, the closer you seem.
When I prayed a thousand times
All along,
accidentally
Everyone has a classmate's shadow.
Poem 5: Xu's Forever Missing
Time flies.
Through the time and space of history, I left my thoughts.
It's late autumn and early winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival again.
October 1st of the lunar calendar.
Caring and missing haunt traditional folk customs.
Burn a piece of paper, send food, drink and cold clothes.
Entrust the souls of distant ancestors.
Every household is no exception, as everyone knows.
Sacrificing ancestors to burn paper and send cold clothes to show their hearts.
Moisturize things quietly and stretch your bones and muscles.
The call of the soul
Become a custom of the Chinese nation
Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren
hand down from generation to generation
Memories, worries, new memories, infinite worries about our distant ancestors.
Kindness of relatives.
Forever miss
5. Modern poems about missing lovers
1, teach me how to think about her?
Author: Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
2. Think about it.
Author: Ao Xuefeng
Really want to
Become your mobile phone
We can be together every day.
Put me in your palm.
Put it in your trouser pocket.
Never leave.
Really want to
Really want to
Become your mobile phone
Love and know each other
Let the years pass like paper
You're crazy about me, crazy about me.
Endless.
Really want to
Really want to
I really want to be your mobile phone
Keep the beauty of the world of mortals
Share warm memories
Each story
Has become poetry.
Do you remember that winter?
Author: Hong Yi
Do you remember that winter?
Snowflakes are flying in Shanghai
have a dream
Decorated the memories of two people.
Standing in the south of the world
Watching you from a distance
Carefully carved handwriting in the snow
Moistened the eyes locked on the screen.
time
Stand quietly waiting.
How many winters have you been through?
But your footprints are gone.
Always think that distance
Cann't get rid of infatuation
time
Can't dilute the memory.
finally
Or did you miss season after season?
probably
Missing is the most perfect.
4. Monolingual language
Author: Qin Zihao
I said to the ocean: I miss you.
The ocean responds to me.
Accompanied by the gentle tidal sound
I said to the forest: I miss you.
The forest came back to me.
Accompanied by sweet birdsong
I said to the starry sky: I miss you.
Emptiness and harmony
Accompanied by the sound of quiet night
I said to the valley: I miss you.
The valley came back to me
Accompanied by the murmur of the stream
I pour out my thoughts to you.
You are like a stone statue.
Silence should not be
If silence is your sorrow
You know this sadness
It hurts me the most.
5. When I miss you.
Author: Xiao Feng
With my deep thoughts
Holding a ray of sunshine
Store it gently in your heart.
When the spring breeze shakes the leaves
When melodious notes float.
I will bring you the happiest song.
On a windy and rainy day
I will build a rainbow of seven colors.
Keep out the rain for you
On a snowy day.
I will quietly put the sunshine
All over the body.
Warm your memory of winter.
When I think of you
I just look up at the blue sky.
Put your thoughts in the sun.
No matter where you go,
I always get hope.
I want the sunshine to accompany you forever.
Even in the boundless darkness
I will also pick a ray of sunshine to shine on you.
In your life journey,
Sprinkle warmth and light all the way.
6. Ask for a modern poem describing lovesickness.
You may not be with me when I need you most. ?
When I want to rely on it, you won't appear at the right time. ?
When I need comfort, your voice can only be on the phone. ?
When I am lonely and helpless, your figure will only appear on the horizon ...?
Falling in love with soldiers is a typical platonic spiritual love, romantic but unrealistic. If you want to find a rely on, a backer, a support, soldiers are undoubtedly the worst choice! However, it will be unforgettable to fall in love with a soldier, because this relationship will never be ordinary! ! ! ?
Still the same place, the same season, the same faint wind ~?
I was disturbed by this weak wind, blowing my young mind. ?
The faint wind blew away my tears, my sadness, my scars, my memories and worries?
…… ?
What should be left is gone, what should be left is not left ...?
I gave up everything with a young heart-
Continue my lonely life journey ...?
7. Ask for a modern poem about missing.
Missing with your mouth is not missing, and it can't be expressed in words. Missing is a bird that flies higher and farther than us. Missing is a fish that swims deeper and farther than us. Missing is always separated and connected. Missing is always associated with dreams. Missing is a poem that makes you understand the rhythm in ordinary days. Missing is a ray of sunshine, which makes you clear and hides your unhappiness on a melancholy day. Hide your sadness, hide your pain. Smile more. The world will become more wonderful. Hide your troubles and blues. The dream of the future is more worth looking forward to ... Maybe tears can be vented temporarily, but laughter is a brilliant and great life forever. I asked the wind of freedom what is the great wind of life. Answer: Like me, it is light. I asked the mighty sea: What is the roaring sea of great life? Answer: Like me, it will always roar loudly! I asked my noble grandson: What is a great life? The sun didn't answer, but I clearly heard two words: burning! One and two people's eyes are juxtaposed, so we should look at people equally; People's two ears are opposite and can't listen to one side; A person's nose has two holes and can't vent through one nostril; People only have one tongue, so they can't say two words; People only have one heart, so we can't choose between childhood and childhood. The choice is lollipop. I'm choosing. The choice is mine.
When I grow up, I choose to go abroad by air ticket. I want to choose, choose to want me. Later, the choice was a tree with rings. I want to choose, just like me.
Now, choice is the driving force for progress. I love choice, and choose to love me. Being ugly once does not mean being ugly forever. With the light makeup of time and the heavy touch of years, the ugly duckling will become a beautiful swan.
Once weak, it doesn't mean always weak. After being washed away by wind and rain, small trees will grow into towering trees. Once abandoned, it doesn't mean abandoned forever. With the oppression of rocks and the burning of ground fires, dead branches will become dark coal.
Once you slip, it doesn't mean you slip forever. Sweat irrigates fertile soil, love nourishes life, and those who slip will also be the legendary swordsman. The sky with one wing doesn't understand my endless vicissitudes, and the lonely autumn has grown thin wings. I wonder how far it is. There is only a wing between the heart and the soul. Because the past is like the wind and the white clouds are lonely, migratory birds who doze in winter forget the bright blue sky and fly with the idea of standing on tiptoe. So when spring begins to wake up, you just walk quietly across a river and lose your gentle and beautiful flowers. Thank you. You were too busy to notice. It is a loss if the best friend leaves without leaving a farewell; It is a loss not to appreciate the elegance of life in a dreamlike day.
There are too many losses in this world, but we only want to have them because of them, and we only know how to cherish them because of them. Poetry belongs to youth.
China is a country of poetry, and as a member of the nation of poetry, we must have an indissoluble bond with poetry. But what is poetry? How to write poetry? However, it has become a mystery that we can't open, especially young friends, who are full of yearning for poetry but are often rejected by it.
So how can we approach poetry and how can poetry embellish youth? This is exactly what I want to talk about next. First, what is poetry? If someone asks me now what is poetry? Perhaps I can only answer this way: "I know what kind of words can be regarded as poetry and what kind of words are not, but I don't know what poetry is."
Poetry has no definition. But at least have a general idea! Yes, actually, poetry is not mysterious. Everything that is affectionate and beautiful is poetry.
Simply put, psychological image (emotion)+physical image (beauty) = poetry. Such as: twigs, like wires; Small yellow flowers, like bright lights; The earth is like a power plant in spring.
In this poem, "branches", "yellow flowers" and "earth" are psychological images, while "wires", "electric lights" and "power plants" are physical images. This wonderful poem is because after seeing the green flowers in spring, I have a good impression on the spring of the earth, and then compare the images in my mind with things through imagination. Of course, this is not a fixed pattern of poetry. Poetry is free and diverse.
To really know and understand poetry, we still need to understand it through long-term reading and creation. Second, the basic characteristics of modern poetry For the creation of modern poetry, we must first understand the characteristics of modern poetry, which is extremely important for us to learn the creation of modern poetry. Only by knowing yourself can you win every battle.
Modern poetry is the modern emotion that modern people feel in modern life, and it is a set of sentences arranged by modern words. Therefore, modern poetry is about the feelings of our times, and it is written in modern language (that is, modern Chinese, not classical Chinese)-this is the most basic feature of modern poetry.
In addition, compared with junior high school students, modern poetry has the following important characteristics: 1, content: beautiful imagination, extraordinary in ordinary; 2. Ideologically: Write touching feelings. In other words, personal feelings and experiences should be added; 3. Format: If you want to branch, you can branch by sentence or by content.
After understanding the basic characteristics of modern poetry, you can start to try to create, so what must be paid attention to in creation? Third, how to write a poem? Poetry is beautiful. To make ordinary things shine with beautiful light, we must imagine. Imagination is the source of beauty and the storehouse of poetry.
A good imagination is a poem in itself. Open your mouth and serve the people.
(He Zhou's scissors). Only by exerting imagination can we create a vivid image. Imagination endows poetry with vitality. Without imagination, the poems written are dry.
Imagination can make a little thing show amazing charm. For example, if you appreciate the flowers in the corner, the world will become smaller.
(Bing Xin's star) It's common for flowers to grow in corners, and it's easy to be ignored. If we only appreciate our own beauty, it will become smaller. Here, the poet draws an extraordinary truth from an ordinary thing by imagining and comparing people and flowers.
No imagination, writing.