Appreciation of modern short poems

Modern poetry inherits the characteristics of classical poetry that pay attention to artistic conception and verve, and the language is implicit and concise. The following is the appreciation of modern short poems I shared, I hope it will be useful to you.

Appreciation of Modern Short Poems: Facing Youth

Love follows youth.

Gone forever.

A bound heart

Stay in the most beautiful years

Protect the innocent

It took a long time.

Embrace love

With the hands of youth

Face time

Imitate the artist's handwriting

Constantly changing the color of the picture

Unique temperament

Youth exclusive

When it's here.

I am on the wall of years.

scribble

It was not discovered until it left.

I like it so much.

so that

Love died in its hands.

I only grieve for love.

I miss my youth.

Have some regrets

When you have it,

Didn't treat it well

Appreciation of Modern Short Poems: Spring News

After the fright

Suddenly opened the window.

Suddenly open your ears to the patio:

Eyes blown by the wind

She zhangyan

Grass opened her eyes.

Suosuodi is no longer lonely.

Yan Guichun.

The flowering dynasty is spring.

It rains occasionally, and it is spring.

The cheeks of children playing by the river are spring.

On one night,

Get over the cold.

The willows near the low wall soon sprouted.

Stand like a spring.

Walk past a dead tree

Walk past a dead tree

The moon will be very round.

The dark clouds have faded.

Someone came from the mountainside.

Sit cross-legged under the tree

Listen to cicadas singing in summer

The moon is round.

Walk past the dead tree again.

The moon sets.

Someone is counting rings.

Meet by chance fifteen times.

After the shower

Meet again fifteen

Someone walked past the dead tree again.

sit cross-legged

Just wait for the cicada to shell.

Appreciation of Modern Short Poems: Silence

Snow-covered moon

Concentrate me

Like condensate

Wan Li's cloudless, bare mountains on the ridge.

You live in the wind, right?

Even the wind can't blow down any pine tree.

Let me show you a little poem.

Because Cang Shu has turned into ice.

I don't know anything.

Or on the black plains.

Your songs are scattered in the desolate.