Take stock of my ten favorite new poems since the last century.
No. 1
Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
As I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Xu Zhimo is a gifted scholar and a prodigal son. He is versatile and affectionate. Zhang Youyi, the original wife, wept silently: Since you don't love me, why do you want to have children with me? He likes Lin and Lu Xiaoman, and Cambridge here refers to Cambridge University in England. I wonder how many affairs this restless man has had in romantic Europe. It is said that Jin Yong was extremely cold to his big cousin, and even named a big rascal "Yun Zhonghe" under the pseudonym of Xu Zhimo.
Reading this song "Farewell to Cambridge", we can read Xu Zhimo's mentality at that time. Finally leave, he needs to leave without attachments. The girl who once loved him deeply will choose to "wave her sleeves without taking away a cloud". Xu Zhimo enjoys the process of love, without thinking about the ending or taking any responsibility.
second
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
Sad and confused like a dream
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Dai Wangshu is known as a poet in Rain Lane. This song "Rain Lane" makes people have mixed feelings and heartache. It was only that time that Dai Wangshu passed by, possessed himself, and kept shuttling through the rain lanes in the south, hoping to meet the girl who was as bitter as lilac. Unlike Xu Zhimo, Dai Wangshu's love is implicit, deep and powerless. If it is Xu Zhimo, I'm afraid I made up my mind to win at the first sight. There are two uncommon words in this poem, which mean to walk slowly.
third place
Shu Ting's To the Oak Tree
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
Shu Ting's poems are also about love, but they are brave and heroic. This is a woman who can give everything for love. For love, she is willing to be a foil, just for life and death. Love is to shout out, it is a kind of passionate love, asking for nothing in return, just being with the person you love. He can even tolerate everything about his lover and love the land under his feet.
fourth
Xi Murong's "Qilixiang"
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Xi Murong used to be a painter, and writing poems was just her business hobby. Since the first book of poetry was published, it has been out of control. At that time, I was still in school, and Xi Murong's poetry anthology Li Qixiang, Youth without Complaints and Nine Articles of Time were very popular, which was simply too expensive. Many of her classic works were copied by her classmates. Just like A Flowering Tree, in order to meet the person she loves, she begged for 500 years in front of the Buddha. It is said that Xi Murong is a Mongolian, a descendant of Genghis Khan. It turns out that rough Mongols also have such delicate feelings.
Fifth place
Kitajima's answer
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
North Island was nominated by Nobel Prize in Literature, so I won't comment. I like this poem very much, especially the sentence "meanness is the passport of the despicable, nobility is the epitaph of the noble", which is absolutely incisive!
Sixth
The forefinger believes in the future
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
1968 Beijing
The forefinger is the representative figure of China's obscure poem, but I don't think this poem is obscure. This is a poem with positive energy. What's more commendable is that it was written by Teacher Guo in 1968.
Seventh place
Haizi faces the sea, and spring blossoms.
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Every poem that Haizi can touch the soul contains indelible sadness. I also like his diary written in Delingha. Reading this sunniest "Spring Blossoms" carefully is actually with a touch of sadness. Because the tomorrow in the poem is an afterlife that is difficult to reach.
No.8
Gu Cheng's Far and Near
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
And his "generation"
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
Both of Gu Cheng's poems are very short, but they are very intriguing. The first is the dialectics of distance. If the heart is far away, the physical distance will lose its meaning. And "The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light. "It's amazing. Only a madman like a genius or a genius like a madman can write such a sentence.
Ninth place
Bian's "Out of Chapter"
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
A really good poem needs to be read slowly, not by the length of the sentence or the floweriness of the words.
In fact, in addition to the above ten modern poems, there are many good works. For example, Nostalgia, Lin's You are April Day, Feng Zhi's Snake and He Qifang's Prediction. ...
Just now, it's hard to see a really good poem. Some published in "authoritative" journals are not poems at all strictly speaking. Like the famous "pear style" and "shit style", it is simply an insult to poetry.