The famous foreign modern short poems are as follows:
1. "The Last Poem"
I dream about you so often, and dream about me leaving like this I have walked so many roads, said so many words, and loved your shadow so much that there is nothing left for me from you. What is left to me is a shadow within a shadow, a shadow that is a hundred times more than that shadow, a shadow that will come and come back to you in a life full of sunshine.
2. "May it live forever"
This kingdom is just a spiritual will, a digger of holy graves. In my country, the tender witness of spring. and flocks of scattered-feathered birds as distant targets. Beloved. Truth waits for the morning light beside a candle. The window panes were shabby. Be diligent, and in my country people never question an excited person.
There is no sinister shadow on the capsized boat. Pain is unheard of in my country. People will borrow what will grow from it. Leaves, many leaves on the trees, in my country the branches are free because they bear no fruit. We do not believe in the beliefs of our conquerors. In my country, people are grateful.
3. "May"
Riding on the Rhine River in the bright May of May, the beautiful women looked up from the heights of the mountains, how beautiful the people were, but the boat has sailed away, what a boat You make the willows on both sides of the river weep and mourn. However, the bustling orchard appears behind, the cherry blossoms in May are all red, like my sweetheart's slender fingers, and the withered petals are like her eyelids.
The gypsy people walked slowly on the road by the river, leading a bear, a monkey and a dog, gradually drifting away in the grape fields of the Rhine, following the caravan pulled by the donkey. The bright May of May adorns the ruins with the soft tombs of grapes and roses. Willow silk, reeds and grape blossom branches on the shore are swaying and whispering in the breeze of the Rhine.
4. "The Sorrow of the Moon"
Tonight, the moon enters an infinitely lazy dream, like a beauty lying on Chongman's mattress. Before falling asleep, Using her hands, she casually caressed the outline of her breasts. On the back of the avalanche-like soft satin, the moon was dying and in a coma. Her eyes looked at the white illusion rising into the blue sky like flowers in full bloom. .