Simple modern poetry in grade three

The simple modern poems in Grade Three are as follows:

1. Lin's "smile": it's her eyes, lips and the circular vortex of her lips. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth.

That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear.

Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.

It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.

Second, the Fei Ming's "Star": The stars in the sky are said to be eternal spring flowers. There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon.

Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream. Last night, the stars in the middle of the night were as clean as a clear net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon.

Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.

Third, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter": You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.

This one is the most famous among all the works with the theme of broken chapters. But many authoritative critics' explanations are different from the author's own.

4. Zheng Chouyu's "mistake": I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, but I looked like a lotus falling in the east wind in the season. The catkins in March didn't fly. Your heart was like a lonely small city, like a quiet bluestone street at night. The spring curtain in March didn't show your heart. The small sash tightly covered my horseshoe, which was a beautiful mistake.

I'm not a passer-by, I'm a passer-by ... Maybe this mistake is not only aimed at people in the window, but also at passers-by, because it's not him waiting in the window. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially Mistress.