Ask Guo Moruo for two imaginative modern poems! ! !

Market in the sky

Guo Moruo (Guo Kaizhen)

Far away/street lights/clear,

It seems to be/flashing/countless/stars.

The stars in the sky/now,

seem to be/lit/countless/street lamps.

I think/that ethereal/air,

there must be/beautiful/markets.

Some/things in the market/on display,

must be/in the world/without/exotic.

Look,/That shallow/Tianhe,

must be/not very/wide.

That/Cowherd/Weaver Girl across the river,

will be able to/ride a cow/come and go.

I think/they/at this moment,

I'm sure/in/wandering around.

don't believe it./Look at that meteor.

It's them/carrying/lanterns/walking.

Tengu

Author: Guo Moruo

I

I am a Tengu!

I swallowed the moon,

I swallowed the sun,

I swallowed all the planets,

I swallowed the whole universe.

I am who I am!

2

I am the light at the end of the month,

I am the light at the end of the sun,

I am the light at the end of all planets,

I am the light at the end of X-ray,

I am the total amount of Energy at the end of the universe!

Three

I run,

I scream,

I burn.

I'm burning like a fire!

I scream like the sea!

I'm flying like electricity!

I fly,

I fly,

I fly,

I peel my skin,

I eat my flesh,

I chew my blood,

I bite my heart and liver,

I fly on my nerves,

I fly on my spinal cord.

four

I am me!

mine is going to explode!

Mother's love

Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: July 19, 24 16: 23: 2

Author: Bingjun Liu

There was a very hot night,

I woke up from my dream,

My mother was fanning me, but

Sweat soaked her clothes.

ah! Mother's love is a cool wind.

There was a very cold rainy day.

My mother picked me up from school.

An umbrella covered my head.

The rain hit my mother.

ah, mom's love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.

Once I was ill,

My mother carried me to the hospital.

Touching my very hot forehead,

Mom cried in a hurry.

ah, mom's love is a teardrop.

One day, I broke thermos flask,

lied to my mother again,

My mother's criticism made me blush,

I didn't dare to look up into her eyes.

ah, mother's love is a reproachful look.

once the teacher asked me to make a sentence with the word "most",

I said, "I love my mother best."

My mother told me, "What we should love most is the motherland.

The motherland is the mother of all of us."

(originally published in Children's Literature, No.2, 1982)

Dandelion doesn't say a word (composing poems)

Source: China Children's Literature Network Time: 12: 16, October 16, 25

Author: Wei Ya

Dandelion doesn't say a word

That's far and far

. Her tracks

fell all over the place

stained your eyelashes

touched my nose

and clung to my skirt

Never give up or leave

This little fluffy ball

This white miracle

Are you lovesickness in midsummer

or memories of cold winter

Dandelion doesn't say a word.

I can't see the path in the distant mountains.

Will all the small animals in the forest be asleep?

Is there another mushroom on the green grass slope?

The mushroom has a small round head.

Holding an umbrella and nodding against the big tree, it seems to send a fragrance.

. P > Will the old tree that walked through the green forest

become a mushroom

Open my little blue umbrella

The wind is blowing and the fog is coming

It's raining outside the window

Don't be afraid, don't worry

Open my little blue umbrella

Wow, it's another blue sky

On the blue sky, There's that

fluttering clouds

under the blue sky

there's my happy smiling face

the rain outside the umbrella is like an arrow

ticking

it seems that someone is speaking in class

under the umbrella, my heart is like a clear spring

tinkling

singing songs

Hey, I don't know

when the rain has already finished. Little poem

Everyone says that winter is ugly

lonely and without greenery

Little sparrow stands on the branch

Add a flying leaf to the lonely old tree

Will you wait at the window

Winter hasn't come yet

Little swallow is leaving

Standing at the window and chirping < Worried

The swallow is still chirping

as if to say

She will definitely come to catch up with the past in spring

Only then

Will I

still wait at the window

(originally published in Children's Literature, No.2, 1999)

Winter is coming

Winter is coming

. > two worlds, one mood

When time and space run counter to each other, life is so small

Winter is coming

It doesn't snow in winter on the southern seashore

It's snowing in my heart

Since I had that sparse coconut grove

The sunset has also added a long attachment

From my heart to yours. P > Bauhinia is also in bloom

In every dream

There are always petals weeping for blood falling

In every dream

There are always white silk scarves floating in the wind

In every dream

I can only be a bored and sad spectator

I can't walk and confess

I can only let the beautiful beautiful images drift < < Quiet night > >

The moonlight is faint,

The pine forest outside the village is shrouded.

clouds are gathering,

a few sparse stars are leaking out.

where is Tianhe?

the distant sea fog is blurred.

I'm afraid there will be Jiao Ren on the shore,

What about the moon?

< < Ji yue > >

faintly, the dim light bathes the forest at sea.

the forest is lonely and deep, and it is dripping with new rain at dusk.

The mica-faced poplars lead in front of me frankly, and

lead me to the silent seaside. Waves of Dimfragrance kissed me.

I feel a little cold, and you are wrapped in a cloud and clothes like that.

You have a beautiful moon. Please lend me a white dress.

There is no sleep in my eyes. You are so foggy and locked.

You are the silent silver sea of elegant and upright. Please mention your Boeing and me.