Modern poetry reading 1 1, winter poetry
Author: Chen Zheye
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I was drinking with the snowman the night before yesterday.
Celebrate the arrival of winter.
After the banquet, I was sent to a milky white hotel.
Before going to bed, I saw an angel outside the window.
Shake off the snowflakes on the branches.
two
Get stuck in the mud in winter.
All the water gathers at the end of the world,
They enclose themselves behind a thin layer of ice.
The earth printed horses on the horizon.
soliloquy
The sky is as far away from us as a ship that unties the cable.
three
When the clouds are completely frozen,
Our winter is coming.
It was our pure white age.
The crow flew away,
The shadow is forgotten in the sky.
I went to the drifting island to probe the depth of the snow.
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The north wind roared with the highest sound.
I heard two instruments playing together,
Like two sleeping people talking in a dream.
Finally, we went out,
Watch the snow scene together.
That night, we walked a long way.
2. A bowl of happiness
Author: Haruko Wisteria
Only water and oases remain on the barren land.
You fold up a handful of years of dry wood.
Light fireworks to illuminate the poor and twist them into light.
The flame climbing to the stove warmed mother's smile.
The roaring bellows blew out hope.
Mom, your little feet have flattened the mountain road.
That mountain full of rice is porridge cooked by you.
A pair of children grew up in your reproach.
Your rough palm soothes the pain.
The broken wall of the old house is written with the folds of the times.
A piece of white cloth will always be the ornament of your youth.
Sweat-soaked stains turn the years yellow.
The candy in the broken jacket supplemented the hungry childhood.
Let sweetness still quench thirst.
Mom, braised pork with plum is just one of your listeners.
Lotus leaf steamed bread is your golden calcium tablet.
Your thin figure has stirred up the beam of half the mountain.
Send the children out of the Great Wall.
When I miss you, I will see clouds of smoke coming out of the kitchen.
There are only children in your little skylight.
That bamboo thermos bottle knows your heart best.
From beginning of autumn to East, cook a pot, etc.
My eyes wandered on the elevated bridge.
I know you can't walk out of the mountain. Put down the bamboo basket.
That shovel is your crutch forever.
Trying to shovel the curved mountain road straight.
I will drink a bowl of happiness on the fast track.
3. I should forget myself.
Author: Yang
Climb into the future like a baby.
My soul
Touch your hand
You said your hand hurts.
That's what fascinates me.
dream of doing sth.
Be your next scene this month.
Like a casual drop.
Fall into the shadow of leaves
It should be the trees that are melancholy.
But my heart hurts more.
Leaves used for shipbuilding
Whose heart is this?
Loneliness and vagrancy
At first I yearned for the blue sky.
Now it is the dream of sea breeze.
This may not be love.
But I'd rather
It is your family who accompany you on your long journey.
Dandelion blooms in dew.
Lou is more like an eye.
Look at your hand.
Turn off my crystal.
That is the symbol of my life.
I'm sorry
I should forget myself.
It shouldn't hurt your heart.
It's a deliberately blue corner.
Artistic conception of painting
Happiness is not longing.
That's a thousand miles away.
Sails are thicker than leaves.
At first I thought
Now this is a kind of
You don't want love.
I am even more helpless.
spring dream—short-lived good times
4. "I shouted at the mountain"
Author: sunny autumn day
I shouted at the mountain.
Shout out another self
Shout out the stream
Shout out the wind in the deep mountains of Tibet
Shout away the hay
Gradually reveal
Sleep stage of Saussurea involucrata
This happy little woman
I shouted at the mountain.
Speak fairy tales out loud
Shout out rosin explosion
Shout out the echo
Endless happiness cycle
Spring in full bloom
I shouted at the mountain.
Shout out the stubbornness of life
Shout out unyielding rocks
Shout out a depression, 100 meters deep. water
Call two more dragons.
Let the people have a good weather.
I shouted at the mountain.
I am dumb and deaf.
Hair is white, and the sun and the moon are thick.
Shout old.
I also shouted at Dashan.
mood
5. "Father's hand"
Author: Jindalai in winter
( 1)
Grandpa said that you can't eat the sky by yourself.
Create life with both hands.
Father said, come into this world
You can't count on anyone.
I said to my son, just lift you to the wall.
Behind the house is a mountain. There is water and mountains beyond the mountain. ...
Be brave and use your steps.
Use your hands.
(2)
With a thin blade
Clean the dirt on palms and soles.
With the dim light
smile
(3)
Gloved children, sacrificed generation.
The day I put down my plow and hoe, I began to move mountains.
For this family, your strong backbone began to bend.
The erosion of time has created your bronze face.
It's already full of wrinkles
Thin wind and rain, gaunt sun and moon
But the enthusiasm for life has not diminished.
You still like a little leisure.
whistle
How about this piece of music?
Deep and gloomy
(4)
When crossing the ferry of love, when passing by
Gray years, when you meet the cliff of life.
You're still holding on. Try to hold on.
This world
Modern poetry reading 2 1, the father of cutting rice
Autumn sunshine
Hover over the rice.
Father and village and yearning mood
The sound of rice grains expanding.
Itchy
all
Swallowed by sweet silence
No one will.
Break this calm
Walk into the golden color of that meal first.
finally
Father couldn't help it.
Came to peace and prosperity.
Holding a silver sickle
Put on a gesture
That expression
It's like preparing for slaughter.
a piglet
Facing golden rice
As shy as a virgin rice
Father's hands and feet
Very fast
The sound of sweat falling to the ground
Singing my father's sunshine
Gasps.
In my father's heart
Weave a rainbow
Rice man
In the cry of sickle
Lie down in happiness and pain
As neat as a field.
like a song
Ancient ballads ...
sunset
Wrapped in sweat
From my father's back
Money flows downwards.
When the moon rises,
Father took the hidden man away.
The sickle of the story
therefore
A ditty that is not completely out of tune.
An endless night of joy
2. Fatherly love
Hours later
Fatherly love is majesty.
I am naughty and disobedient.
Often beaten and scolded by his father
go to school
Father's love is the back
My father helps me every month.
Send clothes and food on time
Worked.
Fatherly love is steamed bread
It's nagging, it's the house, it's the grandson
Every day in my mouth and heart.
But now
Father loves the sea and mountains.
Fatherly love is silent concern.
Fatherly love is a sincere expectation.
Father likes cold sideburns.
This is my endless concern
3. Father holding hands
I know my father will always be in your heart,
He is a mountain, a tree,
Is to hold your daughter's hand warmly.
Spend a hard and strange loneliness.
Your father's death seems to have hit you hard,
This scar cannot be easily touched,
And I, because of you,
Since I met you, ordinary things have become extraordinary.
I feel blue flying among the clouds,
Just like a father's love opens a sky,
Sunlight penetrates the clouds and falls on health.
The smell of my father,
I want to take over.
A pair of little hands loved by your father will feast your eyes.
The joy of recovery,
Or a drama that regains life.