Modern Long Poem 1 I like your silence by Nie Luda.
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
It seems that your eyes have flown away, like a kiss, sealing your mouth.
When everything fills my soul,
You emerged from all things and filled my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams. You are like the word melancholy.
I like your silence, as if you had already left.
You sound sad, like a sad butterfly.
You hear me from a distance, and my voice is not as good as yours;
Let me be silent in your silence.
Let me talk to you through your silence,
Your silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with loneliness and stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars, far away and bright.
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
Distant and sad, as if you were dead.
At that time, a word and a smile were enough.
I'll be happy because it's not true.
Modern Long Poem 2 "Answer" North Island
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it!
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
Dragon Modern Poetry 3 "Believe in the Future" Index finger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
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.
I believe in the future.
Yes, 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 ways, failures and successes.
I 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.
Long Modern Poetry 4 "Prophecy" He Qifang
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
The footsteps of the sighing night are approaching.
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound made by elk when they galloped on the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell.
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How the swallows fell madly in love with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop and stop your long journey.
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Fire will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Half-dead vines and pythons are intertwined,
There is no place for the stars in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? When I walk with you,
My feet know every safe way,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I will give it to you, I will give it to you.
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, disappeared your proud steps.
Ah, you are finally as speechless as you predicted.
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
Modern Long Poem 5 "The Happiness of Snowflakes" Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I must know my direction clearly.
Fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't go to the deserted street to be disappointed.
Fly, fly, fly,
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Wait for her to visit in the garden.
Fly, fly, fly,
Ah, she smells of cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart
-disband, disband, disband
-Into her tender heart.
Long modern poem 6 "I don't know the wind" Xu Zhimo
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
In my dream,
Dimness is the glory of dreams!
Dragon Modern Poetry 7 Four Sisters Haizi
Four sisters stood on the desolate hill.
All the wind blows only to them.
All the days are bad for them.
A wheat in the sky
Hold it high above my head
I am on this barren hill.
Miss my empty room, full of dust.
Four lost sisters I loved.
The radiant four sisters
At night, I put my head on scrolls and porcelain.
Think of the four sisters in the blue distance.
Four lost sisters I loved.
I like the four poems I wrote.
My beautiful four sisters walk together.
One more than destiny.
Driving beautiful pale cows to the moon-shaped mountain peak.
Where did you come from in February?
Where does the thunder rolling in the sky in spring come from?
Don't come with strangers
Don't come with the carriage.
Don't come with birds.
Four sisters hold the tree.
A wheat in the sky
Holding yesterday's heavy snow, today's rain
Tomorrow's grain and ashes
This is desperate wheat.
Please tell the four sisters: this is the wheat of despair.
It will always be like this
Behind the wind is the wind.
Above the sky is the sky.
Road ahead or road?
Long Modern Poetry 8 "Not Far in July" Haizi
July is not far away.
The birth of gender is not far away.
Love is not far away.
Mabi Xia Zi
Lake salinity
Therefore, the sea is not far away.
Bundles of beehives by the lake
Makes me look sad and charming:
The grass is full of flowers.
Qinghai Lake
My fox is as unique as a horse in heaven.
Therefore, the horse in the sky is not far away.
I am that kind of love: the wild flowers sung in the poem.
The only poisonous wild flower in the horse's stomach in heaven
Qinghai Lake, please put out my love! )
Wild flowers are not far from green stems, and the ancient surname in the medicine box is not far.
Another prodigal son was cured.
I have returned to my hometown, and I want to see you. )
Therefore, it is not far away to die by wading.
Bones are all over my body.
Like branches on the blue water.
Ah, Qinghai Lake, the lake in the twilight.
Everything is in sight!
Only the birds that live in May have flown away.
Only the first bird that drank my jewels has flown away.
Only Qinghai Lake is left, the body of this gem.
Twilight water.
Dragon Modern Poetry 9 "History Museum" Xi Murong
-can a person's life be like a museum?
first
Only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning
Scattering of clouds
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
Put love and faith
Leave an indelible impression.
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
at that time
All the stories
It all started with a fragrant river.
Wade across the river
Furong qianduo
Poetry is also simple.
The heart is very simple.
two
Wild birds fly fast.
Seasonal fluctuation
I slowly looked south along the river.
There are woodcarving Guanyin round hands.
It is also carefully carved.
hill
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
After smashing the essence of flight,
Gradually present
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Generation after generation
Repeated tracking
three
but
What the hell went wrong?
why
In the reincarnation of thousands of generations
I always miss the moment of hope.
Before the sandstorm came.
I made it for you.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
After the sandstorm
why
There are always some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home
On a moonlit night
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa.
Rush you to get on the horse
at that time
A world that was once rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth
Only left
Withered red willows and poplars
Wan Li Huangsha
four
Back and forth.
seem
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of unsolvable tenderness.
Endless spring days embroidered with colored silk thread
The farther away.
The clouds are getting thicker and thicker.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cabinet.
I'm already in the cupboard
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
Between mistakes
You seem to hear something.
Of course, you can't believe it.
All the silk here
All the silk
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
This is all my love for you.
are all
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
six
You turned coldly in the twilight.
Slowly disperse
The corridor was silent.
The gods were silent.
I finally made a stone out of wood.
Just like in previous lives.
Langwai
There are thousands of hibiscus flowers
Gently open in the water
light purple
Soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
The dots slowly dye in time.
Slowly disappear