Five pieces of modern poetry appreciation

The meaning of prose is often not directly revealed, but often attached to some specific things, and the author's feelings often constitute the profound meaning of prose. The following is the appreciation of modern poetry I brought to you for your appreciation.

Appreciation of Modern Poetry 1 Seeing is believing Cangyang Jiacuo

Have you seen me?

Not sad or happy.

You can either read me or you can't read me.

Love is there.

Don't come or go.

Do you love me or not?

Love is there.

Neither increasing nor decreasing.

Are you with me or not?

My hand is in your hand.

Never give up.

Come into my arms

or

Let me live in your heart

Silent love

Silence and happiness

Appreciation of Modern Poetry 2 "Answers" North Island

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.

Appreciation of Modern Poetry Chapter 3 Four Sisters Haizi

Four sisters stood on the desolate hill.

All the wind blows only to them.

All the days are bad for them.

A wheat in the sky

Hold it high above my head

I am on this barren hill.

Miss my empty room, full of dust.

Four lost sisters I loved.

The radiant four sisters

At night, I put my head on scrolls and porcelain.

Think of the four sisters in the blue distance.

Four lost sisters I loved.

I like the four poems I wrote.

My beautiful four sisters walk together.

One more than destiny.

Driving a beautiful pale cow to the moon-shaped mountain peak

Where did you come from in February?

Where does the thunder rolling in the sky in spring come from?

Don't come with strangers

Don't come with the carriage.

Don't come with birds.

Four sisters hold the tree.

A wheat in the sky

Holding yesterday's heavy snow, today's rain

Tomorrow's grain and ashes

This is desperate wheat.

Please tell the four sisters: this is the wheat of despair.

It will always be like this

Behind the wind is the wind.

Above the sky is the sky.

Road ahead or road?

Appreciation of Modern Poetry Chapter IV Haizi in Tibet

In Tibet, a lonely stone occupies the whole sky. No night can make me sleep. No dawn can wake me up. A lonely stone filled the whole sky. He said: in this thousand years, I only love myself. A lonely stone filled the whole sky without a tear, and no king made me a throne.

Appreciation of Modern Poetry Chapter 5 "July is not far away" Haizi

July is not far away.

The birth of gender is not far away.

Love is not far away-under the nose of a horse.

Lake salinity

Therefore, the sea is not far away.

Bundles of beehives by the lake

Makes me look sad and charming:

The grass is full of flowers.

Qinghai Lake

My fox is as unique as a horse in heaven.

Therefore, the horse in the sky is not far away.

I am that kind of love: the wild flowers sung in the poem.

The only poisonous wild flower in the horse's stomach in heaven

Qinghai Lake, please put out my love! )

Wild flowers are not far from green stems, and the ancient surname in the medicine box is not far.

Another prodigal son was cured.

I have returned to my hometown, and I want to see you. )

Therefore, it is not far away to die by wading.

Bones are all over my body.

Like branches on the blue water.

Ah, Qinghai Lake, the lake in the twilight.

Everything is in sight!

Only the birds that live in May have flown away.

Only the first bird that drank my jewels has flown away.

Only Qinghai Lake is left, the body of this gem.

Twilight water.