Modern poetry about the future 1. Modern poetry about our future
Believe in the future
The author's index finger
Poetry from the forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I want to hold the sun in my hand,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
I believe that people's eyes in the future-
She brushed away the eyelashes of history,
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies,
Those lost blues, the pain of failure,
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost roads, failures and successes,
We will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Believe in the future and love life.
1968 Beijing
2. Modern poetry related to China's future.
look into the future
Deep dreams,
I shook it gently,
When I woke up,
Beautiful dream.
The silence in the room,
Look at the stars in the sky,
Distant,
Not just a dream.
The future,
In the dream,
As far away as the starry sky.
Looking to the future,
Not just love,
There is still hope,
And people's love.
With my poem,
It says mine.
Past, present and future ...
Is it?
I still have a bright future,
Like a dream,
It is worth looking forward to.
Looking forward to my future,
It says love.
A new era. ...
Gege's wings
3. What modern poems are about looking forward to the future?
Believe in the future (Author: forefinger)
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove,
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty,
I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment,
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn,
When my flowers cling to other people's feelings,
I still stubbornly use frosted vines,
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I'm going to wave the waves that rush to the horizon with my fingers,
I will hold up the sea of the sun with both hands,
The warm and beautiful pen flickers the morning light,
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
The reason why I believe in the future,
I believe that people's eyes in the future-
She brushed away the eyelashes of history,
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies,
Those lost blues, the pain of failure,
These are tears of emotion, deep sympathy,
Or give a contemptuous smile, bitter ridicule.
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine,
Countless explorations, lost directions, failures and successes,
We will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future,
Believe in indomitable efforts,
Young people who believe in overcoming death,
Believe in the future and love life.
Hope to adopt ~
4. Hope for the future of modern poetry
We believe
We will always be on the side of justice.
Say no to evil
We have been moving in the direction of happiness
Say no to difficulties
We continue to strive for better ideals.
Say no to the blow
We should firmly believe in life.
The road to justice
Will overcome all evil.
We should firmly believe in life.
The road to happiness
Will overcome all difficulties.
We should firmly believe in life.
Beautiful ideal
Will overcome all the blows
Let us firmly believe in the future.
From the Arctic King's Beyond Time
5. Complete works of modern poetry
1, "Shanghai-Hangzhou train"-Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a piece of pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague and obscure-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! 2. "First Love"-Shimazaki Tōson remembers the first meeting under the apple tree. Your dark hair has just been tied up and a carving comb is inserted obliquely on your head, which makes your face as beautiful as flowers and jade. You warmly stretched out your white hands and put the apple in my arms. The autumn fruit with a slight blush, just like the love we started, accidentally vomited a sigh and landed gently on your temples. The cup of happy love is full of your sweetness and gentleness. There is a natural feeling in that apple tree forest. The path shyly asked me who walked out first. 3. "As long as I loved once"-If Wang Guozhen had never met, maybe his heart would never be heavy. If he really misses it, I'm afraid it won't be easy in his life. A glance is enough to let the heart pass by the hurricane and get a deeper understanding of the scenery on the barren land. A long journey is enough to make a weak heart haggard. Whenever he looks at Qiu Shui, he wants to die in tears. How can he not be carefree and indifferent? Tagore traveler, do you have to go? The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake. Traveler, do you have to go? We didn't bind your feet with pleading arms. Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door.
If we try to stand in your way, it's only with our songs. If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes. Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes? What restless fanaticism is running in your blood? What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky? Does the night enter your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information? Tired heart, if you don't like happy parties, if you must be quiet, we will put out our lights and stop playing our harp. We will sit quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon will shed pale light on your window.
Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight? 5, "Love Poetry of Tea" Beauty Zhang Cuo If I am boiled water and you are tea, then your fragrance must rely on my tasteless to dry you up, spread gently on me, relax, and let my infiltration stretch your face. I must be hot, even boiling, to be compatible with each other. Before we decide to turn into a color, we must hide in the water and try to have a cup of tea. No matter how ups and downs you can't control, you will eventually slowly (oh, gently fall and gather in my deepest place. At that time, your bitterest tears will be my sweetest sip of tea. If I don't meet you in this life, Tagore, if I don't meet you in this life, let me never forget it. Let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream. When I spend my days in the bustling cities of the world, with my daily profit in my hand, I always feel that I have got nothing-let me never forget that when I wake up from my dream, I will bear this sad pain in my dream.
When I'm sitting on the side of the road, breathing wearily, when I spread my bedding in the dust, let me always remember that the road ahead is long-let me never forget that I woke up with this sad pain in my dream. When my home was decorated, the flute was playing and the laughter was so loud that I always felt that I didn't invite you-let me never forget it, and let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
7. "Tie a Heartstring" Tagore The music of your lyre is fluctuating. The strings quietly tied a heartstring to me.
From then on, my heart jingled with the music you played all year round, and my soul curled up with your melody. Your eyes shine with my lamp of hope, and your flowers blend with my desire.
From then on, day and night, between your peerless beauty, my heart shines, blooms and rocks, and the shadow of my soul looms on your face. 8. "My Love" Dai Wangshu Let me tell you about my love. My love is a shy person. She is shy, with a peach blossom face, peach blossom lips and a blue heart.
She has a pair of big black eyes, so she dare not stare at mine-no, because she is shy, and when I lean on her chest, you can say that her eyes have changed color, the color of sky blue and the color of her heart. She has a pair of delicate hands that will comfort me when I am worried. She has a clear and charming voice. Only gentleness and gentleness can melt my heart.
She is a quiet girl. She knows how to love someone who loves her, but I can never tell you her name because she is a shy lover. 9. "Well, we won't wander together" Byron Well, we won't wander together and spend this deep night, although this heart is still infatuated, although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can pierce the scabbard and the soul can pierce the chest, this heart has to stop breathing and love has to rest. Although night comes for love, it will soon be day, but in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together.
18 17.2. 18 translation 10 When you walk under my window, Shu Ting, bless me when you walk under my window, because the light is still on. The light is on-like a fishing fire drifting in the dark.
You can imagine my cabin, like a boat driven by strong winds. But I didn't sink, because the light was still on.
The light is on-when the curtain shows a shadow, it means that I am an old man without unrestrained gestures, and my back is more hunched than before. But it's not my heart that is aging, because the light is still on.
The light is on-answer questions from all directions with such a hot relationship.
6. Write a modern poem about the future.
My future is not a dream.
I want to pick the stars and give them to you.
Think of the Moon Palace in the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.
Want to blow the wind at the seaside
Want to climb Xiufeng in the snowy area
Think about it,,,,,
My future is not a dream.
I want to pick the stars and give them to you.
Now I have a new wish.
I wish the four seasons bud fragrance.
I hope it's full of rosy clouds.
I wish couples love music and singing.
I long for the years to flow forever.
There will always be sunshine in my future
It is my wish to realize my dream.
I really want to pick a star for you.
Willing to follow people's dreams
I have many, many dreams
7. Modern poetry about "Efforts can change the future"
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Grasping today is the beginning of success.
Anything, as long as you take the first step,
And then step by step,
You will reach your destination, and success is no exception.
No one's life is smooth sailing.
As long as you work hard, it will be wonderful!
Be optimistic when you meet anything.
Keep a normal heart.
Just remember: if you don't give up this second, there will be a miracle in the next.
Life is doomed to fall and wait.
Look up bravely.
Sunshine is always after the storm!
Finally, I wish you a happy life every day! ! !