The poem is as follows
1, mosquito
When did you come?
I don't know
My leg was cut by blood this morning.
I didn't know you were here.
I don't want to keep scratching.
But I scratched it.
The blood keeps flowing, flowing.
But why are you torturing me?
Silence again.
Left quietly again.
…………
I didn't understand until I was hysterical.
The biggest contradiction in life is to find.
I believe you love me.
You came halfway across China to sleep with me.
Also experienced the wind and rain outside.
But, honey,
I am really tired.
Let me have a good sleep! !
Analysis: Mosquito is a short poem. Humorous and expressive. It is the author's expression of love. Love really makes people love and hate, have helplessness and so on, which are all reflected by a "mosquito" in life. Poetry is everywhere, as long as you observe it carefully.
2. My epitaph
My epitaph
What was I afraid of?
Now it's all over.
What am I afraid of now?
It's not worth mentioning now
What am I afraid of in the future?
I know it will pass, too
Dear you
This is my epitaph.
I am a living ghost.
I am a dead god.
I am afraid of you.
Afraid of what we shouldn't be afraid of.
Appreciation: My epitaph is obviously an inspirational poem. The language is simple but profound.
3. "If I were a lamp"
If I were a light
My idea may not be equal to zero.
I won't cry like a child.
I will be admired and admired by all of you.
My only second is eternity in your eyes.
I can dream far away.
Whether it's cold or hot time and space.
If I were a light
My love will never stop and cool down.
It will always illuminate itself.
It's always on the road to travel.
But if I were a light
I'm afraid I don't know the meaning of time and feel bored.
I'm afraid I'm lonely, because I don't know the direction of my travel.
I'm afraid I'll be gone before you see it.
But I still want to be a light.
Even in an empty space, broken bones will dissipate.
Can also come back from nothingness again
Even if it is billions of years, billions of years of waiting.
I can't even kneel.
Absolutely not
This is what I want to exist as light.
You just saw me.
But you'll never catch my footprints.
4. "Be quiet"
Dunzhe Ling
The fog is getting thicker and thicker in the morning
The mountain goes deeper and deeper.
"Shh-shh-"
Be quiet.
Appreciation: silence is short and refined. The last sentence: don't make any noise. It seems that the reason will be explained later. There can be a thousand reasons, but don't underestimate the imagination and judgment of readers. This is the associative charm of poetry, which is full of words and meanings. The mystery of nature, the beauty of nature, let readers experience it personally is the real beauty.
5. "I want to live this life, too."
Dunzhe Ling
In the endless green grass
My children play carefree.
My lover
Lock the moment when I fly
Then I picked her up
We play in the clouds.
The sky is softer than any quilt.
The laughter must come from the honey pot.
Bees, butterflies, flowers, strangers
Stop for our happiness.
Yes, I used to want this life.
From night to clear morning
But life extends like rust.
No one thought of this.
The soul of this abandoned ring
In this happy green field
More shivering
Before anyone sees it
I better get out of here!
Appreciation of Poetry: This is a beautifully painted poem. The poet sees the happiness of others and himself. In stark contrast. But the things in the picture will still remain in our minds and become the pursuit of each of us. The title "I once wanted this life" itself reveals that it will be an incomplete beauty, especially as a human being.
6. "It's too late"
On the green playground
Sit and whisper.
Running and listening to music
It passed before I saw it clearly.
When I go again now
I found that the sunshine yesterday was different from today.
You can't explain it with knowledge.
You can't hide it with tears.
You can't pretend to know this place.
All you have to do is admit the past.
Peace here will forgive you.
But don't mention that ridiculous. It's too late! [ 1]
Appreciation of Poetry: Too Late is obviously a nostalgic poem on campus. He expressed his nostalgia for campus life and lamented the passing time. And all this we can only admit, and only admit, can we grasp the present and cherish it. No: it's too late. Prose net
7. leftover women
Hear the word leftover woman
I do not panic.
I am a leftover man
Appreciation of poetry: "leftover women" is only a dozen words, short and pithy. This is the charm of poetry. As a kind of existence in the present society, "leftover women" exists objectively. Corresponding to it is the "leftover man". "I don't panic as soon as I hear the leftover women. I am a leftover man. " It is an answer to the leftover women, a waiting for the leftover women, and an ironic interpretation of the leftover women. There will be a thousand feelings. However, this social problem is vividly manifested. , China Writers Network
8. "The poet is singing"
That color in the dusk.
Like fluctuating music.
Every cell of mine trembled for it.
I should be a musician.
Beautiful fingers can wake up the world or fall asleep.
It sounded like a wolf howling under a full moon.
Full of penetrating power and vicissitudes.
I should also be an artist.
Even leonardo da vinci is crying in his world.
Sadness or meaninglessness will certainly flow out at dusk.
Please believe that this is not human greed, but children's curiosity.
Now I'm typing some words called poems.
I tell you a poet who can't be a musician or a painter.
How despicable it is to move forward.
He raped the last glory of the sky with words.
He used the night to cover up shameless obscenity.
Come and see, this is my poem.
He was doomed to be lonely from the day he was pregnant.
He has no mother.
I am the first pregnant man in the world.
He has no brothers or sisters.
I have no money to buy him another one.
Before he was born
At least I didn't pour him down the toilet.
After all, he was born from my girlfriend's breasts.
Loneliness is also an art.
When dusk sinks into the ocean,
Cool water, soft beach
Is it like a story?
Yes, dear.
I still love the past.
But it won't satisfy you.
Baby, I'm going to be born.
Died before he grew up.
I didn't understand this poem called dusk until I grew up.
Even if poetry is silent.
Every inch of his skin is covered with goose bumps.
Appreciation of Poetry: The poetic imagination of The Poet is Singing is peculiar, and the use of poetic language has reached a climax. Can give people abnormal stimulation. "Son, I'm going to be born, and I have to wait for him to grow up when I die." This is the author's attitude towards poetry and life. This poem is also considered as one of the classic representatives of Dunzhe Ling. China Poetry Network
9. Bed
I slept in bed all night.
The weather is still very cold.
It is still difficult
So the bed is alive.
It knows its owner.
The owner has changed.
It naturally followed.
As for the newcomers,
You just got my body!
Appreciation: easy to understand. Dunzhe Ling has always used plain language to express his love.
10, my wish
Garbage is not necessarily shameless.
Shameless must be rubbish.
Garbage sometimes turns waste into treasure.
When did shameless become noble?
So someone jumped off the beach.
So someone shouted at high altitude.
So someone went crazy in the dark.
This also brought a group of numb onlookers.
I just hope
Leadership is not shameless.
What else can I do?
I'm just a worker
The poor who are led.
1 1 Teacher, I was wrong.
Teacher, I was wrong.
Teacher, is this our reunion after 10 years?
When I hold your hand
I find I'm not afraid of you anymore.
You're suddenly kind now.
But neither you nor I am surprised.
Teacher, I was a student more than ten years ago.
Stupid, stupid
Children who are often pointed by you with a ruler.
I'm afraid you'll be beaten for the first time.
Teacher, you must remember that I am your student.
Otherwise you wouldn't hug me so warmly.
Yeah, yeah.
This is a student who breaks your heart.
How many students are there like this?
Teacher, I'm glad I called you that.
Although I have been away from school for too long
You are not my only teacher.
You are the only teacher in my memory who wants to apologize.
Teacher, I was wrong.
I lied to get you to dial the wrong number.
I lied to avoid being beaten.
After that cowardice, I dare not be cowardly again.
You and that companion gave me strength.
Teacher, I was wrong.
I met you today.
I want to tell you that I was wrong.
You're still beautiful.
I already have a beard.
Teacher, I was wrong.
I know that textbooks are pale.
And you and my partner are bright red.
I know you will forgive me.
Just like you never remember many of my typos.
Teacher, I was wrong.
I met you today.
I write these confessions to you.
Mourn for my dead primary school.
Mourn for my dead companion
Congratulations on our meeting today.
You're still beautiful.
I am still alive.
12. Fear
I impulsively climbed onto a train.
There are many people in Beijing.
Many people get off at Shanghai.
There are many people in Paris.
…………
I don't know where to get off.
You can only go back and get off.
But I lied to them and said
I have been to many places.
These places have landmark buildings.
His name is-fear!
Appreciation of Poetry: Fear is a modern feature with no sense of belonging, security and warmth. Fear reveals this social phenomenon concisely and profoundly. This is the charm of poetry.
13, infinitely magnified
I passed the lottery station yesterday.
The room was crowded with people.
They have magnifying glasses in their hands.
Look at astronomical figures carefully
We said it would strengthen hope.
I went to have a look.
Sure enough, it can amplify hope.
I went again today.
They also said it would amplify hope.
Einstein, did you hear that?
Hua, did you see it?
Your IQ is simply weak
I hope now
Ten dollars can enlarge infinitely.
Light speed?
Haha, ftl is not limited to these numbers.
Relativity is out of date!
The poem is taken from Dunzhe Ling's poetry collection "A Thousand Pens Die"