Modern poetry protects eyes.

1. Modern poems about eyes

2. Modern poems about funny eyes

Modern poetry about eyes 1. Modern poetry about eyes

eye

I can't see black and white clearly

between right and wrong

Fengfengli

I can see the color of the sea.

I can't see clearly.

Unable to clear corners.

In the sky

I can see white clouds floating by.

I can't see the future clearly.

Inner loneliness

wasteland

I can see flowers in full bloom.

I complained with tears in my eyes.

Silent loneliness

Under?the?sun

I can see the wasted time.

I twinkle in the dark.

The sustenance of dreams

A very short time.

I can find happiness in life.

2. A modern poem about eyes

Ten modern poems worth reading-in front of these works, I realized what it is to stay at the top of the mountain.

Whether you like poetry or not, as long as you speak Chinese as your mother tongue, these works are worth reading carefully. Any wonderful language will turn pale in front of these works, and I can only strongly recommend them: the first and tenth songs, Waiting for You in the Rain by Yu Guangzhong: Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain, cicadas sink and fall, frogs raise a pool of red lotus like red flames, and it doesn't matter whether you come or not in the rain. I think every lotus is like you, especially through the dusk, through this drizzle forever, instantly, instantly. Outside of time, in time, waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus flowers. In the martial arts palace, this hand should shake the cinnamon pulp. In the Mulan boat, there is a star hanging on the cornice of the science museum, like a Swiss watch. You came out of a love story. You have read a lot of comments about this poem from Jiang Baishi's words. What impressed me the most was a wonderful passage about the Science Museum and the Swiss Watch, saying that it was a combination of classical and modern. However, personally, the appearance of these two images may be the only failure of this poem. The combination of a suit and a melon hat makes people feel uncomfortable.

Second, the ninth song, Lin's "Laughter": Laughing is her eyes, lips, and the circular vortex of her lips. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth.

That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear.

Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.

It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.

Third, the eighth song, Fei Ming's "Star": The stars in the sky are said to be eternal spring flowers. There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon.

Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream. Last night, the stars in the middle of the night were as clean as a clear net, and so were the spring flowers and the autumn moon.

Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.

Fourth, the seventh song, Bian's "Broken Chapter": You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.

This one is the most famous among all the works with the theme of broken chapters. But many authoritative critics' explanations are different from the author's own.

Fifth, the sixth song, Zheng Chouyu's "Wrong": I walked across the south of the Yangtze River, waiting for the emergence of the season, such as lotus flowers blooming in the east wind in the future, catkins not flying in March, your heart is like a small lonely city, like the silence of Qingshi Street at night, and the spring curtain in March did not reveal your heart. Dada's horseshoe covered me tightly, which was a beautiful mistake. I am not a returnee, but a passer-by ... Maybe this mistake is not just for the people in the window. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially Mistress.

Sixth, the fifth song, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water": This is a desperate stagnant water, and the breeze can't blow at all. Why not throw more rubbish and throw out the leftovers?

Maybe copper should be green to emerald, and a few petals of peach blossoms should be embroidered on the tin can; Let greasy weave a layer of Luo qi, and the mold will steam out some clouds for him. Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like foam; The laughter of the little bead turned into a big bead, and it was bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.

Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water can be praised as somewhat clear. If the frog can't stand loneliness, it is stagnant water calling for a song.

This is a backwater of despair, which is definitely not the beauty. Let Ugly take it back and see what world he has created. Only such a person can write such a work.

Seven, the fourth song, Feng Zhi's "Snake": My loneliness is a long snake, too cold to speak-girl, if you dream of it, don't be completely afraid! He is my faithful companion, and his heart is full of homesickness: he is thinking about the dense grassland and the thick black silk on your head. It is as light as moonlight, sneaking past you; Keep your dream for me, like a crimson flower.

Feng Zhi is called "the most outstanding lyric poet in China" by Lu Xun, and only he can write such works. His southern night was too good to say anything.

Eight, the third song, He Qifang's "Prediction": This heartbeat day has finally arrived. I can clearly hear your sighing footsteps at night. It's not the whisper of leaves and night wind in the forest, but the hoof sound of elk crossing the moss path.

Tell me, tell me with your bell, were you predicted by the young God? You must come from the warm south, tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there, and tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.

A modern poem about funny eyes 1. A modern poem about eyes.