Free verse is a major form of modern China's new poetry. It is written in modern vernacular, free from external rhythm and syllables, and its verse is not bound by any frame, and paragraphs, lines and words are not fixed. This is the embryonic form of free poetry that first appeared in the new literature movement. Therefore, although free verse is called a form, it has no specific poetic form, but it is just a general term for this kind of free verse.
Free verse, also known as free verse, refers to a relatively free verse in poetic language that is not limited by metrical forms. There is no fixed format for the number of words per line, the division of each poem and the rhythm of each poem. Generally speaking, it arranges the rhythm of poetic images and poetic language according to the ups and downs of the author's inner feelings. Ai Qing's Ode to Light and Shu Ting's Motherland, My Dear Motherland are both excellent works of free verse. This freedom, which is not bound by the form of poetry, makes it the most popular poetic style in contemporary times, and it is also a poetic style that poetry lovers are more willing to accept.
During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, due to the advocacy of Ai Qing and others, free verse flourished. Free verse has been the main form of new poetry creation for more than 70 years since its birth.
Free verse songs are very famous.
The heart is slow. Xu Zhimo bid farewell to Cambridge. Shu ting's oak tree. Yu Guangzhong's nostalgia. Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane and so on.
0 1 used to be slow.
Remember earlier when I was a teenager?
Everyone is sincere.
A word is a word.
Chen Qing Railway Station
The long street was dark and empty.
The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot.
In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.
Cars, horses and mail are all slow.
Love only one person in my life.
These locks used to look good, too.
The key is exquisite fashion.
You'll understand when it's locked.
02 Zaibiekang Bridge
I left quietly,
When 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? Holding a long rod (3),
Return to greener grassland (4);
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.
03 homesickness
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
04 Go to Oak
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 also love your stand, the land under your feet.
05 Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
1 as cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Sigh 3 big horizons,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
When we reached the destroyed fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is 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.