Modern poems about the sky 1. Modern poetry about the sky
"Lonely Sky" Author: faint fragrant plum
When I am lonely, I always like to stare at the sky.
Cloudy days are always depressing.
Sometimes a lonely bird flies in the air,
Will also cause my * * * sound,
Where this bird will eventually go,
Just like my mood,
Lonely and sad.
The wind kept blowing,
The air is filled with cold breath,
I feel helpless.
The sky is still so gloomy,
When can there be warm sunshine,
Just like my heart, I only feel cold.
Bare trees in the distance,
So listless,
No charm,
They are also lonely,
In confusion, you can only endure it silently.
Cruel winter,
The alternation of seasons is silent,
Life is such a harsh winter.
People will sink with reality.
The sky is still smiling,
I can only wander in this loneliness,
The cold wind is still blowing,
The sky is still so gloomy,
I'm still me, just in the wind.
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Poet Zi Qiao's Sky after Rain
The sky after rain
This is a blue velvet sky.
Just like yours.
A pure heart
Clear as water and transparent as a mirror.
The sky after rain
This is a blue velvet sky.
Just like yours.
blue eyes
Blue as the sea and clear as crystal.
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"Looking up at the sky" by: Song of Starry Night
I put everything down.
Look up at the sky with white clouds.
I put the pain behind me.
Looking up at the sky, geese fly by.
I put the question down.
Looking up at the sky, the clouds are fluttering.
I draw a line to the sky at the origin.
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Haruko Wisteria's "Holding Up a Sky"
I have closed my autumn eyebrows.
Cover with yellow straw.
No longer picky about seasonal coats.
Even if there are only bones left.
As long as there is a grain of millet.
Will blossom on earthly wings.
Whether it's loess or valley
As long as there is a gap, it will get into the soil.
If you give me a cave, an iceberg
I studied the cold iron wall with soft water.
It is not blood that boils, but the coffin of poetry.
I will take my life to save the bloodless execution ground.
Autumn wind makes my lips tight.
I don't hurt my wings anymore.
Tear off the last hair
Let the cold wind and winter snow try visually.
Throw a tear into the wind.
Just want to tell everything, it is a transparent crystal.
Despair is not a window.
But the practice of refining steel
All I have to do is pick up my bag and lift a sky.
Blue is the future.
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"Send you a piece of sky" Author: Water Port
Send you a sky.
in the south
Legend has it that the ancient banyan tree grows in the place.
This bill is pure blue.
Like a rainbow in a dream.
Let me walk quietly
Meet or leave.
It is the process of one cloud drifting with the wind.
It's just that you should know
Many days passed.
There must be someone.
Looking back from the highest mountain.
This is generally inexplicable beauty.
With the seasonal wind gently take me away.
Leaving only the light of the stars
After sending you Qian Qian Que Song.
The memory of the bright moon
2. Seek a modern poem describing the sky.
Streets in the sky
Guo Moruo
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think that empty sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.
Even if they walk with lanterns.
How to write modern poems about the sky?
Lucky cloud
Blue sky, white clouds,
Gone with the wind to send my blessing,
These are six different sincere wishes,
Divided into six different clouds.
In that heart-shaped cloud is a blessing to parents.
I wish my parents good health and all the best.
In that long cloud of happiness is a blessing to the elders.
I wish them luck as wide as the East China Sea, and live longer than the South Mountain.
In that lovely cloud is a blessing to the teacher.
I wish the teacher a happy life and smooth work.
In that chubby cloud is a blessing to friends.
I wish them progress in their studies, get into a good school and find a good job in the future.
That cloud is a blessing to me,
I wish myself health and happiness forever.
The biggest cloud is everyone's blessing.
I wish all those who care about me and love me a happy life.
I hope the six white clouds in the blue sky float far away.
I hope those who see the white clouds can feel my blessing to them. (original)
4. What beautiful modern poems describe the starry sky?
Modern poems about "beautiful modern poems in the starry sky" are: 1. The street lamps in the sky are clear and seem to twinkle with countless stars. Now the stars in the sky seem to light up countless street lamps. I think there must be a beautiful market in the foggy air. Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world. You see, the shallow Tianhe River is certainly not very wide, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river can ride the cow. I think they will wander around Tianjie at the moment. Watch the meteors, even if they walk with lanterns. Describing and praising nature is a very important content in Guo Moruo's poems.
In this kind of poems, some are magnificent and some are fresh and beautiful. The market in the sky belongs to the latter.
The poet imagines the starry night sky as a sky market with countless street lamps, and also transforms the myth and legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, imagining the meteor in the air as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl wandering in the sky with lanterns, symbolizing their happiness and beauty. The author not only writes lifeless nature full of vitality and interest, but also entrusts his yearning and longing for beautiful things.
This poem has a strange imagination and unique images. The stars in the ethereal night sky are actually transformed into countless street lamps and even lanterns carried by the cowherd and the weaver girl, which makes the whole poem present a vivid and moving scene. It can be said that it is a romantic poem.
2. Variations on the Stars If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars, who will stare at the night to find comfort in the distance, who doesn't want to be a poem every day, and every word is a star that vibrates in his heart like a bee, who doesn't want to have a soft night like a lake, fireflies and stars swimming in water lilies, who doesn't like spring, birds fall all over the branches like stars, and the twinkling sound of the sky comes from a distance. The clouds of white lilacs are hazy. If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars, who will burn loneliness in the cold and look for stars and hope? Who wants to write poems about suffering year after year? Every capital is a group of stars trembling like ice and snow. Watching the night freeze like a piece of land, the wind blows off one thin star after another. Who doesn't like flying flags, like golden stars that spit out fire. When the stars in the sky are tired, they get up and light up where the sun can't shine. Appreciation: The theme of poetry is to deny the dark reality. Express the author's yearning and pursuit of ideals, but the author does not directly present his thoughts and feelings in the poem.
Instead, some images are used to imply or indirectly express experience, such as stars, poems, bees, fireflies, water lilies, spring, birds, cloves and so on to symbolize a bright and beautiful ideal world. The dark and cold reality is manifested in the dark night, ice and snow, frozen night, rigid land and stars blown by the wind, which makes the poem hazy and subtle and the artistic conception very beautiful.
The starry sky in summer night is for you, and I want to stay on the road of life. Take your time, take your time, take your time.
Take your little hand and take away all your troubles. Reading, parting letters, recalling the tenderness of the past.
On a quiet summer night, looking at the twinkling starry sky, you make a wish that you can stay with me for a long time. That night, you left quietly, taking away your good wishes.
Breaking the dreamlike dream, I want to step on the wind of time and follow in your footsteps. Appreciation: The author expresses his thoughts through poetry.
Through the summer night, the image of the starry sky creates a beautiful picture. 4. Night: The palm-sized village falls in lonely words, and the city swaying in the wind noisily retreats into the old color. Memory precipitates into a rusty coin. The cold night light dark bed and the fluttering red silk went away together. You shine with the leaves, gently rotating the ruins with repeated sighs, and the lonely land is shouting the word' autumn'. After that, their orgasmic souls fell asleep peacefully. Who will fly in their blood? On the dark platform of the spirit, the branches are separated, they shrink and jump, and you retreat fully until you calmly retain the appreciation of the past that rose from the land: this poem expresses sad feelings.
Through the image of villages, cities, coins, etc. A lonely world is shaped. 5. The nocturnal stars in the night sky are shining with warm light.
Just like the smile of the moon, a little light is enough to illuminate loneliness. This is a famous modern poem about the starry sky. In my memory, I stepped to pick up the forgotten tears and walked through an arc of rain curtain. The crystal shoes are dancing in place. The prince can't find the princess. Sunshine is infected with happiness. There are notes in the air, biting a piece of chocolate candy. The whole world is covered with sweet rain, purifying the sky. Rainbow smiles and butterflies dance. The petals are bathed in the rain. Angels hide in the clouds and dream of flying. The witch's moon pierced the night sky. Dream elves, rippling out the boundaries of little star dreams, continue to weave dream appreciation: the author uses short sentences, one image, stars, moon, princess and chocolate.
Beautiful as a dream.
5. Modern poetry describing the sky
"Lonely Sky" Author: Youxiang Mei always likes to stare at the sky when she is lonely. That cloudy day is always depressing.
Sometimes a lonely bird in the air will cause me to sing, and where the bird will eventually go, just like my mood, lonely and sad. The wind kept blowing, and the cold breath filled the air, making people feel helpless.
The sky is still so gloomy, when can I have warm sunshine, just like my heart, I just feel cold. The bare trees in the distance are so listless and have no lasting appeal. They are so lonely and confused that they can only bear it silently. The cruel winter and the alternation of four seasons are silent, and so is life. Yan will sink with reality.
There is still no smile in the sky, I can only wander in this loneliness, the cold wind is still blowing, the sky is still so gloomy, I am still me, just in the wind. As clear as crystal, it is as clear as crystal. Even if there is only a bare bone in the coat of the festival, as long as there is a millet blooming on the wings of the world, whether it is loess or valley, as long as there is a gap, it will get into the soil. If you give me a grotto, I will study this cold iron wall with soft water, and my blood will not boil. This is the coffin of poetry. I will take my life to save the bloodless execution ground. Autumn wind silences my lips. I will no longer be sad. I will tear off the last hair of my wings and let the cold wind and winter snow visually try to throw a tear into the wind. I just want to tell everything that it is a transparent crystal. Despair is not a window, but the practice of smelting steel. I just need to get my bag. Holding up a blue sky is the future! ! ! ! ! ! This general inexplicable beauty left me gently with the seasonal wind, leaving only a starlight lamp to send you memories of the bright moon after Qian Qian Quege.
6. Four modern poems describing the sky
Xinjing Pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple in Xiaolangdi
Liu Changqing
[Tang]
Recreation loves mountains and rivers for generations to come.
The lonely peak leans against the blue sky and is never poor. Treat guests on the stone moss, and treat monks on the cloud tree.
Looking at Cangzhou, the breeze comes from afar. Five horses stay at the mouth of the valley, and there is a rainbow of fine smoke.
The accumulation of agarwood is harmful to nature. If you go it alone, you will fail, and you will think of thanking the public.
Bettine Zong Yi said goodbye to her bachelor.
Cen Can
[Tang]
Everything is unpredictable. I sigh that you are in the army. You have read thousands of books. Why do you want to join the army?
He once chased Li without pomp, headed west from the Moon Cave in Taimenghoge, and captured the east of Kunlun.
Hu was defeated twice and used the court lightly. Ten years later, he has only one life, and Wan Li is like a flashy cover.
Chen Hu's beard was covered with dust, and his clothes were crisp and windy. Suddenly, he came under the wheel platform and met a heart.
Drinking is good for spring grass, playing chess is good for smelling the night clock. Now I'm going back to Qiuci with an ox horn bow.
Pingsha to the hotel, the horse flies with it.
It is cold in April and snowy in Tianshan Mountain. What do you mean by crying poor?
At that time, the whole six purlins will touch the sky in one fell swoop.
Deng Ci 'en Temple Tower with Gao Shi and Xue Ju.
Cen Can
[Tang]
The pagoda suddenly rose from the ground and reached the Heavenly Palace.
Climbing, we seem to have left the world behind us, and our overlooking steps are hanging in space.
It is above a holy land and can only be built by spiritual hard work.
Its four sides darken the bright sun, and its seven floors cut through the gray clouds.
Birds fly where we can't see, and high winds blow where we can't hear.
Mountains, facing the east, run as if facing the east.
Far away, green locust trees line the wide road, and Guan Gong He Linglong.
The colors of autumn come out from the west and go through the city.
In the north, there are five cemeteries, which are always quiet under the dew and green grass.
Those who know the ultimate meaning of life, this is what all mankind must learn.
From now on, I will put my official hat aside and find the eternal way is the only happiness.
Climb the Ci 'en Temple Tower with all the princes.
Du Fu
[Tang]
High standards across the sky, the wind never stops.
Denz turned all his troubles out because he was not open-minded.
You can only know the power of image teaching, and you can chase the ghost.
When you climb over the dragon and snake hole, you start to diverge.
Seven stars are in the North Lake, and rivers flow west.
Xi he whips by day, and Shao Hao walks in clear autumn.
Qinshan suddenly broke, and Jing Wei could not be found.
Bowing your head but getting angry, how can you tell Huangzhou?
Looking back at Yu Shun, Cangwuyun was worried.
It's a pity to drink in Yaochi, but it's a pity to drink in Kunlun Mountain.
The oriole has gone and gone. Why are you crying?
You see, following the wild goose, each has his own plan for food and beam.
It is strange to look at the mountain at the mouth of the canyon in the wind and rain, and it is a short song.
Lu you
Southern Song Dynasty
White salt is the best in the world, and the ground suddenly wipes the sky.
The awe-inspiring warrior caressed the sword, ethereal and heroic, elegant and elegant.
Don't let the weather be less, and always hate that the world is not complete.
Today, I suddenly realized that I began to sigh, and the beauty was in the misty rain.
The moon is murderous and bleak, and the meta-pervert is empty.
It's like a strange thing, just like ordinary people on weekdays.
Andrew Zhu Lou is high 100 feet. Look at this stormy wind.
Pick mulberry seeds
Ouyang Xiu
The painting boat and the West Lake carry good wine.
Urgent management and numerous strings, jade lamps promote transmission,
Smooth and smooth waves make you fall asleep.
The clouds are under the boat, and the water is clear.
Pitching and lingering, it is suspected that there is still one day in the lake.
On Zhang's Autumn in Country-specific Mountains
: Meng Haoran
On the North Peak among the white clouds, you found a quiet seclusion.
Try to climb the other side of the mountain, my heart flies with the geese.
If the weather in this autumn is not so fresh and clear, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad.
I looked down at the river bank, and the villagers who came home rested on the beach until the ferry came back.
There are trees on the horizon like a row of grass, and ships like the moon by the river.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
The bright moon burns nine times, and the cold color pricks the sky.
1; The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai: Guan Shanyue)
2. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: (Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain)
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . (Jia Dao: An absence note)
4. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are all bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. (Li Bai: seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry)
6. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
7. Say goodbye to Bai Di in the morning, and return to Jiangling in one day. (Li Bai: "Early Whitening City")
8. There are people in the depths of the white clouds, because the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is inclined.
9. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci)
10. The sand sea is deep with the ice, and the clouds are bleak, and Wan Li is condensed. (Cen Can: "A Song of Snow White Farewell to Wu Gui, Secretary of Tian") I finally vomited Xiangyun, and I was pregnant with strange smoke at night. Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly. When the half-acre square pond opened, it was full of clouds and shadows.
7. Beautiful modern poems describing the starry sky
The market in the sky
Author: Guo Moruo
The street lamp in the distance is very clear, as if there are countless stars shining.
Stars appear in the sky, as if countless street lamps were lit.
I think there must be a beautiful market in the empty air.
Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world.
Look, the shallow Tianhe River. Certainly not very broad.
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the river will surely ride the cow.
I think they must be wandering in the street at the moment.
Don't believe me, please look at that meteor, even if they come with lanterns.
Extended data:
Guo Moruo was originally named Guo Kaizhen, and his pen names are Moruo, Macon and Guo Tangding. 1982 was born in Leshan, Sichuan. He is a famous cultural scientist and historian in modern China. He is the first president of China Academy of Sciences and the first president of University of Science and Technology of China. Graduated from Kyushu Imperial University.
In this poem, Guo Moruo compares the stars in the sky to a market with countless street lamps in an imaginative way. Compare the meteor in the air to the cowherd and weaver girl wandering in the street with lanterns. It fully expresses the author's yearning for freedom and expectation for an ideal society.
The whole poem is desolate in style, expressing the author's ideal with short sentences and fresh and natural words.