Yu Shui's Modern Poetry

This water is very common. It has neither the grandeur of "flying over the eaves and climbing over the walls" nor the quietness of "opening a square pond for half an acre". It just flows year after year, unhurried, indifferent and peaceful ... Let's look at some modern poems about water!

Rainwater circulation. The rain is on the blue dome.

Aggregation rotation

Finally, one drop after another.

Such as curtains, silk and flowers.

Petals hang down.

Fly in the wind

Break up the rain and fly away.

But I can't resist his progress at all.

Rain is naughty like a stubborn child.

Play here for a while.

And then wander there

Extended wetland

A clump of fresh grass spread out.

There are waves in the lake.

He struggled in the lake.

Turn into thin water vapor

Dancing towards the boundless clouds

As light as smoke.

The gesture of swaying green willows

Skew and twist

Soaked the blue sky

Condense into white clouds

He doesn't know where he comes from.

I don't know where to go.

But it left water stains in the air.

Be kind to a flower, a grass, a tree, a grain of sand and a stone

Fall into the wheel of reincarnation

Never stop using it.

Grind out colorful rainbows

The heart of water is not so chaotic, so dull.

Whose clogs got wet by accident?

Keep all the storms in your heart.

The past sinks and falls again and again, without a sigh of moss.

The most helpless life also has its secret yearning.

No matter how big the gap is, I will not be discouraged.

Listen to the water dripping from the mountain like a piano.

Looking at the returning birds skimming over the water in a low voice, they gave a gentle cry.

Mottled night lights flow to your own details.

Qian Fan has drifted across the coast, and his brown skin is still brown.

The heart of water is not complete.

Daughter, who can compare with Cao Xueqin's Water?

I know my daughter is made of water.

Wu Cheng'en said there was a girl country.

All daughters come from a mouthful of clear water.

That's my daughter's country.

A daughter made of water is not made of skin for nothing.

Good skin, the temptation of eternal life spreads.

Demons can't help drooling.

The beautiful king couldn't help it. What?

Didn't you look back when you went west?

Water is rippling in those big eyes.

Clear and pure tap water runs dry.

About water coming to the edge of water countless times.

I stopped.

Because I know there is water there.

It should also be the place where water lives.

The water overflowed my knees.

I can't help laughing.

Because the stone under my feet

Tickle her.

The laughter of the water flowed away.

The new water splashed with laughter again.

Don't complain about fish buried in water.

Because she uses water as a quilt.

The wind injury outside has nothing to do with her.

Because fish's dream is to have water all over the world.

Aquatic plants and parts of water

With the help of the horizontal lifting of water.

However, everything on the water is above him.

He tried to delete it.

Because he is close to the water.

The shadow in my water

I spilled water on me.

Ha ha! I have my sky.

There is no water.

Hard eyes of river pebbles

Keep a close eye on the sky

Because he left a dictionary in the sky.

The love of water has not been poured out, and it is clear and yellow.

The flame of reincarnation kisses the mantle.

From then on, I said joys and sorrows, regardless of people.

Without entering Buddhism, flying flowers roam the world of mortals.

Fog reduces agarwood, and the raindrops that lock tonality become empty pillows.

Xiuwu kissed Tianjiao and hid in a pure land.

Whose love will flourish and whose loneliness will become the root.

When the lotus takes off its bathrobe in the stagnant water

Eyes are no longer bright, and frost is no longer flying.

When the reed wind meets the crying pond.

I looked down and painted your hidden gentle picture.

Water goes against the current, and fish is descaled.

I'm three feet away from you. Look back.

Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.

At the water's edge, dusk falls like a hundred thousand western Western jackdaw.

Flying on the lake, the temperature drops,

To the nearby mountains, like a sunset.

Disappeared in the bushes.

I sing alone by the water.

Slap the water with your tongue and splash the waves.

Until the stars appear, in the lyrics,

Tears streamed down her face.

When new water has just melted from the glacier.

Be fascinated by freedom

Although he is the son of a mountain.

But to the sea.

Because the sea is-

Immortality of water

A big river flows happily!

The company commander can't see the source of its loneliness every day.

Whether it's cloudy or not tomorrow.

Or the howling sea breeze.

Today's waves

They all rush with jumps.

Show off its ownership

The flowing water vaguely remembers the flowing water of grandma's river.

That was my favorite photo when I was a child!

And the flowing water there is so crisp and isolated.

Every time I'm in a bad mood,

I'll go to the river and talk to her.

Listen, running water is so happy,

Carefree.

however

I may not really feel the running water.

The sound of running water,

The voice echoed in my heart.

It's like being in it,

Maybe it was a portrayal of the time.

Goodbye sea, free element!

For the last time, in front of my eyes

Your blue waves are rolling,

Your proud beauty shines.

Like a friend's melancholy whisper,

It seems that he said hello when he left.

For the last time, I listen to you.

Shouting loudly, your gloomy complaints.

The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea!

How often, on your shore?

I wander quietly and confusedly,

Think hard about my long-cherished wish.

Ah, how I like to hear your echo,

Mute voice, song of the abyss,

I like to hear your silence at dusk,

And your wayward temper!

Fisherman's sail

Your moody protection

Slide boldly between two teeth,

But if you get rough and can't overcome it,

Groups of fishing boats will be wiped out.

I can't leave until now.

I'm tired of this. Solidified stone coast,

I haven't embraced you warmly, sea!

Nor did it shake my poetry.

Take your ridge and run away!

You're expecting, calling ... I'm tied down,

My heart tried in vain to break free,

A stronger feeling attracted me,

So I stayed on the shore. ...

What is there to cherish? Where is it now?

It allows me to run on the open road.

There is only one thing in your desolation.

Maybe it excites me.

Cliffs and glorious graves ...

There, all kinds of good memories.

Sinked into a cold dream,

Ah, Napoleon put it there.

He was buried in misery.

Followed by him, another genius.

Like a storm passing in front of us,

Ah, another master of our hearts.

He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes!

He left his laurel to the world.

Make a hullabaloo about, angry at the bad weather,

Oh, the sea He used to be in song for you.

He is shaped by your essence,

Sea, he is your reflection;

He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you,

He is as stubborn as you.

The world is empty ... Oh, the ocean,

Where can you take me now?

Everywhere, people's fate is the same:

Where there is happiness, there is education.

Or tyrants are very heavily guarded.

Goodbye, sea! You are amazingly beautiful

I will never forget it;

I will listen for a long time.

Your rumble at dusk.

My heart is full of you, I want to put

Your rock, your bay,

Your light and shadow, the trembling of your waves,

To the forest, to the silent wasteland.

When I walked to the shore, the ebbing sea water

The sea will recede.

This unexplained phenomenon.

Coincident time

The tide is like a cow ruminating on food.

Go back to my stomach.

Just about to get angry, the flame has burned to the end.

Take the charcoal in your heart.

The waves in the distance are coming slowly.

Sometimes, I doubt a false power.

Like a fairy pusher.

Disappear in an avalanche

When you want to mention

With a few pounds of sediment in his hand, he lacks strength.

I think I have the power of Erlang God.

If you lose it, you disappear.

Just a few stones.

Stand there strong.

I know, it's hard, not plastic surgery.

Tell me what standing is.

I face the sky.

I always want to change back to my true colors.

Unlike the sea, it doesn't need a back.

But it often hangs in the sky.

Like men's ambitions, retreat to attack.

A cigarette will come back.

Think about yourself, have the illusion of ups and downs.

Is it a man?