Brief Modern Poetry 1 Butterfly
I'm watching.
A bright moon is near the window.
Fly in
But it is a butterfly.
Brightly colored thin wings
Filled with joy
There seems to be a breath of love.
I spit in spring.
Modern short poem 2 "Silence"
late night
Silence to complete silence
have only
A person is singing softly.
dulcet
This is my breath.
Vaguely pass away
The message of love
A Brief Comment on Modern Poetry 3 "Yi Lian"
Thoughts cross the lake of the heart
Dangqi
One lake and one wave
I'm on this side of the coast
see
You're on the other side
seemingly
You're watching
The heartbeat of the moon and the lake.
A Brief Comment on Modern Poetry 4 "Temperature"
The cold wind came in
Trying to freeze my limbs
Wang Li
But there is fire.
Your cheek
Has been burned in Xia Hong.
I touched it.
Let your body temperature transfer
Modern short poem 5 "Flying Insect"
late night
The voice of dreams is calling.
One by one.
Soothe my soul.
What about you?
But fly in front of my eyes.
seemingly
And smart beauty.
Help you up.
Full of joy.
Modern short poem 6 "Colorful Clouds"
I saw it. ...
You fly in my eyes
In my heart.
Look at my stars.
Like a colorful cloud
Throw me a blue surge.
My coast
I hugged your flowers early.
Modern short poem 7 "Seeking"
Winter reminds me.
Have you ever walked?
In front of my eyes
I want to see you tonight.
There is no sign of you.
I want to know where you are hiding.
I see an autumn flower.
In early winter
Hidden in the soil in winter
Modern short poem 8 "Time flies"
The story of a season when the west wind blows down
Shadow stands on the edge of freezing, regretting yesterday.
No temperature, no sound.
There is only one heartbeat flashing in the air.
The wine of time overflows from the sad crystal wine cup.
It's heartbreaking but extraordinarily beautiful.
Who wove a sunset-like wedding dress with a spinning wheel?
Let you be the last bride
Send you a girl without sadness.
Let life rise and fall
The paper boat of childhood has long been stranded.
Looking for dreams along the dry river
We are wandering dandelions.
Dancing lightly towards sea and the sky.
All the stories
Just the beginning
No ending
A short modern poem 9 "Youth"
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smiling face is shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
On the night of forty-five.
Suddenly I remembered her young eyes.
Think of the summer when she was sixteen.
Walking slowly towards him from the hillside.
The sunshine outside the forest is dazzling.
Her skirt is so white.
Remember that hill full of tea trees?
A cloudy sky
And cicadas in my ears.
In the silent forest
I love tonight.
Look back at the mountain road when you come.
Only to find that our days are over.
In a completely different way
I have been here and gone.
A vision so enthusiastically planned.
Such a blueprint drawn carefully and accurately.
I was so eager for youth.
But always
Never been here.
A short modern poem 10 "Dedicated to Youth"
If I have to remember.
Those good old days.
Why so many years?
There can only be one direction.
Like bauhinia.
Have a short fragrance.
Memorizable and unrecoverable
It is brighter than yesterday's sunshine.
When I deeply understand
Can't catch the skirts of time
There is nothing to splurge on.
There are only empty bags left.
Spend the rainy season under an umbrella
Please let me look back again.
Take a look at the ferry of youth
That young face
A modern short poem 1 1 "A short passage for youth"
If life is a poem, then youth is a poem in a poem.
Poetry in poetry, meaning is the essence of poetry.
Yes, youth is a poetic season, and youth is the most classic poem.
Youth is beautiful and colorful.
Youth left tears and laughter, happiness and emotion.
Youth is a complex and enduring poem, leaving a page of deepest memories for life.
I don't want to say anything more about youth.
I just want to say that in the season of poetry, everyone is a poet and everyone should write down this wonderful time in the language of poetry.
At this point, I believe I have done it, although perhaps the language of the poems I wrote in class is quite boring or green.
I hope everyone will leave more true feelings and sincere words in the youth guest book.
Jane Modern Poetry 12 "Facing the Sea, Spring is Blooming"
lake
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
So happy. Lightning told me.
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
A Brief Comment on Modern Poetry 13 "Father"
One side is soil and water, and the other side is sky.
You are a symbol of the times.
Time is not suitable for you. We miss you.
Alas, how many wishes are there,
How many blueprints are still unfinished.
Your figure,
Like a majestic mountain peak,
As bright as the bright moon.
Oh, history doesn't drive you. Everyone is talking about you.
Modern Short Poem 14 "To Father"
They say it's the wind.
Can blow stones to pieces.
Said it was raining.
It will rust steel.
It's been said for years.
Will bend your spine.
Only your will.
Keep fighting despite repeated setbacks.
It's hard to change.
Incite the whole family
The weight of a lifetime
A Brief Comment on Modern Poetry 15 "Father"
Tender is water.
Race you.
An unsolvable mess after a thousand years.
For years you lured me across the river with respect.
I bet my youth that you will play.
Your car made a sharp turn left and right.
Sweep my defense
My horse moves step by step.
Go straight to your nest.
father
A discordant game.
I can't destroy your moat.
You can't break into my crystal palace.
A Brief Comment on Modern Poetry 16 "Father"
Father's road
tell me
Erected heart tablet
Will become a signpost for progress.
This road
Go on in my life.
Ordinary father
No ode
No feat
Only stories I miss.
I should have brave faith.
stand out
Go my father's way.
Show a brilliant tomorrow