Modern poetry

Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application. It completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry, which is "gentle and sincere, sad without complaining", and puts more emphasis on free and open, straightforward statement and communication between "feeling and invisibility". The following are three modern poems for your reference.

Chapter 1: Author/Haizi in Spring, Ten Haizi

In spring, ten Haizi

In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.

In the bright scenery

Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi

Why on earth did you sleep so long?

In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.

Dance and sing beside you with me.

Tear up your black hair,

Ride on you and fly away, dusty

The pain of your division is all over the earth.

In spring,

A savage and vengeful Haizi

This is the only one left, the last one.

This is children of the night,

Immerse yourself in the winter and die.

Cann't help myself,

I like the empty and cold countryside.

The grain there was piled high, covering the windows.

Half of them are used in the mouth of a family of six.

Eat and stomach

Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.

The wind blows from east to west,

Blow from north to south, regardless of night and dawn.

What exactly do you mean by dawn?

Chapter 2: Author/Xu Zhimo of "Traveling in the Clouds"

That day, you wandered in the air,

Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.

On the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth,

Your happiness is unrestrained,

You are more casual on the humble ground.

There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.

Dye him ethereal when crossing the street,

Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.

He clung to deep sadness,

Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;

He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,

Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!

He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,

In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back.

Chapter 3: The author of Fantasia of Life/Gu Cheng

Put my fantasies and dreams

Put it in a long and narrow shell

A sunshade made of willow branches

Still circling the long sound of Xia Chan

Tighten the mast rope

The wind blows the sails of morning mist.

I sail a sailboat.

Have no purpose

Ripples in the blue sky

Let the waterfall of sunshine

Wash my skin black.

The sun is my tracker.

It pulls me.

A rope with strong light

brick by brick

After 12 hour journey.

I was pushed by the wind.

From east to west

The sun disappeared in the twilight.

Night comes.

I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way.

Thousands of stars look at me.

I stayed.

Crescent-golden anchor

It's dark.

The ocean is full of muddy icebergs.

meet by chance

"rumble"-thunder and lightning

where am I going?

The universe is so boundless.

With golden straw

Weave into a cradle

Put my inspiration and heart

Put it inside.

Button wheel

Let time delay.

Welcome the world.

The wheel turned over.

Between thyme and wild chrysanthemum

Crickets welcome me.

Shake the strings

I melt my hopes in flowers.

Night is like a valley.

Sunlight is like a mountain peak.

Sleep! Close your eyes.

This world has nothing to do with me.

Horse of time

weary

Yellow-tailed Taiping bird

Make a nest in my car.

I still have to travel around the world—

Deserts, forests and remote corners

The sun scorched the earth.

Like baking a piece of bread.

I walk.

bare feet

I put my footprints

Like a stamp printed all over the earth.

The world will blend in.

My life

I want to sing.

A human song

Thousands of years later

* * * In the universe.

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