Fatigue with all the light.
Shake a star
Light up the heart of dreams
No more begging for scenery
Let silence live in tears
Tolerate the ugliness planted by light
Light a moon.
Mark the darkness of the world
Fill the storm of the past
Here's to loneliness in the light.
Collect light
He Shan is still very tired.
Wake up messenger
Please let the light circulate again.
be accompanied by
Fly away together.
Poetry 2: Singing the Night
The stars in the night sky outside the window don't twinkle
Listen to the loneliness of the Iraqi people
He Chenghuan missed each other.
Want to leave a wry smile.
This wish vanished with the spring breeze.
No, love and sadness broke the world.
The road to the end of the world is slow.
I only hate love.
Poetry 3: Night
outside the window
Crickets play divine comedy.
Arouse the loneliness of the night sky
But I don't know who it is for.
Who can understand?
Dark night sky
Without the embellishment of stars
There is no moon.
It's particularly deserted here.
who is it?
Since when?
Steal ornaments
But no one knows.
Tired grass
Surrounded by age-old ideas
Strong foundation
Waiting for the memory of the past
Yellow mottle
But I have broken my heart.
The dying dream was diluted.
In silence
calmly
Buried in the silent night sky
Poetry 4: Night Thoughts
I close the curtains.
Close the night outside the window.
Turn on the light, my world is in full bloom.
Illuminate a string of thoughts hanging on the wall
My hometown is too far away to go back.
I went back to my heart.
The world is empty.
Only the mind never gives up.
Left or right or backward
Right and wrong inside and outside.
The heart becomes suspended Tai Chi.
Only time is big and medium.
The process of measuring life
Without explaining their respective meanings.
It starts at each end.
Good is close to evil.
Love turns and hates shadows.
Indulgence or humility, silence or repentance
Only attitude is the original mother color, like light.
That night, my eyes lit up myself.
This night, the lights held me carefully.
Not swallowed up by darkness
Poetry 5: Night
Flowers bloom and fall,
Clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable.
On a hot summer night,
My heart is surging.
Thinking,
What kind of life path should I take?
Poetry 6: Nightdream
The stars are twinkling.
Smile in the gloom of the night
My thoughts are focused on looking out of the window.
Worry piled up into a residual letter.
Poetry was shattered into a dream in the dark.
Hanging in the night sky
The darkness of the sky wrapped me up.
Fluctuating emotions demarcate the night.
A faint scent woke up a dream outside the dust.
Tears are hidden behind the smile.
Cutting dust is endless sorrow.
Piece together a water lotus on the heart lake
Luo's skirt is swaying in the water.
Every point is my gentle talk.
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2. What are the modern poems describing the night? Modern poems describing the night include Serenade, Snowy Night, Long Night and Dark Night.
Modern poetry: also known as "vernacular poetry", is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, it is generally not constrained by format and rhythm. The discovery of modern poetry can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, some poems imported from the west began to be translated into vernacular Chinese, but these works were not very big, so little was known. 1953 used the name of modern poetry for the first time-it was established when Ji Xian founded the Modern Poetry Society. The main schools of modern poetry are Crescent School, kuya School and Misty School. The mainstream of modern poetry is free verse. Free verse is the product of the May 4th New Culture Movement, which uses vernacular in form, breaking the shackles of old-style poetry, and mainly reflects new life and expresses new ideas in content.
Modern poetry is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, modern poetry is generally not constrained by format and rhythm.
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation, and image management is more important than rhetoric application. Compared with ancient poetry, although they all feel things and reflect the soul, they completely break through the characteristics of ancient poetry, which are "gentle and sincere, with no complaints", and emphasize more on free and open, straightforward statements and intangible communication between reason and reason.
There are many ways to express poetry. The traditional way of expression that was first popular in China and is still often used today is "Fu, Bi and Xing". "Preface to Mao Poetry" said: "Therefore, poetry has six meanings: one is wind, the other is fu, the third is comparison, the fourth is pride, the fifth is elegance and the sixth is fu." In the meantime, there is a quatrain called: "Three lights, the sun, the moon and the stars, and four poems are elegant." In the six meanings, "style, elegance and praise" refers to the types of poems in the Book of Songs, and "Fu, Bi and Xing" are the expressions in poems.
3. Memories of night, a modern poem about night.
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
In ruins, ghosts are singing loudly.
Black rosemary blooms and vines are winding.
The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight.
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window.
The shadow of dead branches shone on her face as pure as a girl.
Her sad voice sang with the dead.
Honey, do you remember me?
Are you always sad the night I was buried?
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
The broken arm of the statue in the distance is hidden aside.
That's the fantasy of the goddess. Use the middle finger to indicate the direction.
Little red flowers bloom around her, which is heaven.
Ahead is an abyss and a river.
Blood-like rivers irrigate bloodthirsty desires.
That's the queen's soup plate, which contains spoiled thick soup.
She would break the flower's neck and ask if it was sad.
Love from afar, do you still remember me?
Are you always sad when I bleed?
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
In ruins, ghosts are singing loudly.
Black rosemary blooms and vines are winding.
The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight.
4. Modern poetry about the night
Modern locomotive
The night I touched
This is the whole body of a crow. those
Black brought by crows
The middle is covered with something.
The distance between things.
Like black in time and time.
How many years does a crow fly?
Tonight will suddenly appear in front of you.
Something that suddenly appears in front of your eyes
Just like the pain years ago
It slipped off the crow's back.
Like a heavy snow buried winter in advance.
Things got stuck too deep in the heavy snow.
It's like falling too deep into a crow at night.
From the body of the night
You can hear the avalanche in the distance.
Is slowly falling from the roof.
Walk into the life before your eyes
Help me to provide some modern poems about the night.
Who did I send away on a snowy night?
That white rose is scattered all over the floor!
At dawn, I finally found a hut to keep out the cold.
Soul mate, who is she?
The snow in the night wind has no regrets.
Blow it in my face and blow my name away.
When I went into the crowd to look for her, I was far from home.
All I have left is a stranger's face,
In the clang of wheels at night.
Last year's cold kiss whirled under the street lamp.
The girl's fingers are unfamiliar with the world, and she knows how to be grateful.
Hugs in the snow,
Retreat into the snow,
Retreat into crystal snowflakes and snowdrifts,
Retreat to a dark corner.
Who taught her, beautiful and frightened eyes?
Who suppressed her tenderness before dawn?
Snow flakes of pity beat against the window of the night,
Bite like a human, crazy.
Oh, what year was that? Where is it?
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Author: Yu Guangzhong
Works: Listening to the night in the mountains
Content:
Forever mountain night
Everything is like a dream.
What could be better than complete silence?
More resistant to listening?
No matter how long and busy the history is.
There will always be a moment.
There's no need to argue, is there?
But what about the wind? you said
Wind? That's the transit of time
Occasionally a little
A little echo
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Night Song
Please let me lie down somewhere else.
Accept the torture of the past
It is best to use a heavy tombstone.
Let me believe in my future.
Let me forget you sideways.
For example, the furniture in the room is too heavy.
Like a wild cat caught by a bachelor
Jump over the morning fog on the roof.
Oh, leave me alone. Please don't.
Once again, please put down your tears in the bouquet.
I looked down when I saw a teenager.
Mourn in your own name on the table
The starry sky twists and turns like water
Carrying a little skeleton
Bad luck is like a ring.
Put on your knuckles and mine.
6. A modern poem about dusk: The night bears all the fatigue of light, shakes all the stars to light up the heart of dreams, stops begging for scenery, lets peace live in tears, and tolerates the ugliness planted by light. A moon marks the darkness of the world, fills the loneliness under storms and lights, and cheers for the gathering of bright mountains and rivers. Arouse the messenger to invite light recycling to go together, flying far away together, still very tired. Poetry 2: Singing the night sky outside the window, the stars don't twinkle, listening to the loneliness of the Iraqi people and looking forward to it with a wry smile. This wish can't go with the spring breeze, but I can't help feeling lonely. Poetry 3: Crickets play divine comedy outside the night window to arouse the loneliness of the night sky, but I don't know for whom, and who can understand the dark night sky without stars. Without the moon, it is particularly deserted. Who stole the ornaments, but no one knows when the tired grass surrounded me with long-term thoughts? Strong roots must wait for the yellowing and mottled memories, but they have already given up their thoughts. Their dream of sticking to death has been quietly diluted. Quietly buried in the silent night sky Poetry 4: Night Thinking I drew the curtain to separate the night from the window and turned on the light. My world is full of light, illuminating a string of thoughts hanging on the wall. My hometown is too far away to go back, so I will return to my inner world. It's just that my thoughts will never leave my left and right, otherwise my right and wrong heart will become a suspended Tai Chi. Only time is big and neutral, but the process of measuring life cannot explain their respective meanings. It begins at each end of goodness and then turns to evil love. Physical hatred becomes shadow indulgence, humility and quietness, or penance. Only attitude is the original color, like light. That night, my eyes lit up myself. That night, the light held me carefully to prevent me from being swallowed up by the darkness. Poem 5: Flowers fall at night in bloom, and clouds are rolling and relaxing.
On a hot summer night, my heart swelled. Think about what life path I should take.
Poetry 6: Night dream stars blink and smile at night, and melancholy thoughts are concentrated in the overlooking window. Thoughts pile up into remnants. Poetry shattered into a dream in the dark, and the black hanging in the night sky wrapped my fluctuating emotions into a thick night, swaying a fragrance outside the dust, making a dream with tears hidden behind my smile, and my sadness pieced together into a lotus skirt on the heart lake, swaying in the water, and every thread was my gentle talk.