The poem about breaking up is modern 1. Modern lovelorn poems
Your topic reminds me, hehe, what I wrote when I was lovelorn, take it out and share it. Absolutely original.
I'm walking.
I was walking,
There must be dawn ahead.
The night is not terrible,
The terrible thing is that the heart is darker than the night.
There are thousands of roads in the world,
Wherever you go, it is an irresponsible void.
Choice is another kind of giving up.
Giving up is another kind of persistence.
Persistence is another kind of helplessness.
Helplessness is another kind of waiting.
Waiting is another kind of wandering.
Wandering is another freedom.
Comfort is another kind of forgetting.
Just forget your own shadow.
As a result, the image in the mirror is getting blurred.
As a result, people in life are becoming more and more clear.
So, stop looking in the mirror.
So, put away the dresser.
When everything starts from where it happened
When everything goes back to where it happened
Origin, point, edge point. far point
The logic of a madman is reasonable,
So the world went crazy.
When the sun burns the earth,
So the earth accepted the setting of the sun.
Light, as unreliable as language,
How can you tell the feeling of nothingness?
The wind blew away the sand.
The sand took me away.
What did I leave behind?
What, me again?
2. Modern parting poems
leave
When the last moment of happiness comes
When I woke up in tears in the abyss
With great excitement, this is the last time
Kiss your jade hand gently
Yes, I remember everything. My heart is pounding.
I suppressed the unbearable sadness.
I said, "It's not forever.
Now bring all the happiness to the distance.
We will forget, and the pain will sink into fantasy.
Fatal boredom and depression
Will not visit the hermit's seclusion
Muse will come to comfort my melancholy.
I will be happy-friendly and gentle eyes
Will light up the cold darkness in my heart. "
How ignorant I used to be about love and my heart!
Every moment, day after day.
But it didn't bring happiness to misfortune.
I didn't bring a cup to forget my troubles.
Ah, dear, you are with me.
But I am depressed and secretly sad.
Whether the day after the castle peak is sunny or not
Whether the autumn moon rises in the dark or not
I am always, my lovely friend, looking for you.
Whether I am asleep or not, I only miss you.
Only you appear in my illusory dream.
I'm addicted to daydreaming-I can't help calling your name.
I listened attentively-I heard your kind voice.
I sat absently among my friends.
I can't hear their noisy conversation clearly.
I looked at them with dull eyes.
Cold eyes can't recognize them.
You also follow me, ah, Guqin, sad together.
A bosom friend of my painful heart.
Your melancholy chord is so sad.
Only the voice of love, you have not forgotten. ...
Faithful friend, grieve with me.
Let you sing at will
Pour out my inner pain
Let those unhappy girls
Listening to your piano hurts.
I will keep silent.
I want to keep silent! However, if this string
Can I sing in a low voice when I am sad?
If there are young men and women listening to me silently
I once lamented the long-term pain of love.
If you are deeply moved by yourself,
I can whisper my sad poems.
Like the warm words in my heart ...
If you love me ... Oh, dear friend.
Please allow me, in the sacred name of infatuation and hatred for women.
Let the last song of this guqin be full of tenderness.
So, when the dream of death hangs over me, I can't sleep.
You can say sadly at my tombstone:
"I love him and I inspired him.
Let him have the last love, the last song ... "
autumn
Night is a stagnant time.
Time is a flowing night.
You stopped at the door.
Turn around and give me a short glance.
Is this parting?
Will everything be forgotten?
Just like a gorgeous autumn in the past,
It should be covered with cold snow everywhere.
I cherish fruit.
But I'm not afraid of this empty refusal
As long as the heart is still sucking blood
There will be no withered season in the future.
The autumn wind shakes the stars.
Oh, this is eternity writing in the sky.
Yes, a glance is enough.
I should thank you deeply.
3. Modern poems about lovelorn.
1, I once loved you Pushkin, I once loved you: love, perhaps, has not completely died in my mind, I hope it won't bother you again, I don't want to make you sad again.
I once loved you silently and hopelessly. I put up with shyness and jealousy. I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. May God bless you to find someone who loves you as much as I do. 2. I will be silent. Author: Pushkin I will be silent! However, if this string can sing in a low voice when I am sad; If there are young men and women who listen to me silently, they have lamented the long-term pain of my love; If you yourself, while being deeply moved, can quietly whisper my sad poems and like the warm words in my heart ... If you love me ... Oh, dear friend, please allow me to make the last song of the harp full of tenderness in the sacred name of infatuation and resentment! ..... So, when the dream of death covers my deep sleep, you can say sadly at my grave urn, "I love him, and I inspire him to have the last love and the last song."
3, it's all over. Author: Pushkin, it's all over, and it's not broken anymore. I hug your knees for the last time and say this heartbreaking sentence. It's all over-I've heard the answer.
I don't want to chase after you who I loved, and I don't want to deceive myself again; Perhaps, the past will eventually be forgotten by me, and I will never have a chance to love again in this life. You are young and naive, and many people will love you.
4. My lovelorn Lu Xun, my love is on the hillside; I want to find her. I bow my head and cry when the mountain is high. My lover gave me a hundred butterfly towels; Give her back what: an owl.
From then on, you turned your back on me, and somehow I was scared. My love is in the city; People who want to find her are crowded and can't cry when they look up.
My lover gave me a map of Shuangyan; Give her what: sugar-coated haws. From then on, he turned his back on me and confused me inexplicably.
My love is by the river; I want to find her in the depths of the river, tears can't touch my eyes. My lover gave me a gold watch; Give her back what: antiperspirant.
From then on, he turned his back on me and made me nervous for no reason. My love is good at home; I want to find her. I don't have a car. I can't shake my head and cry.
My lover sent me roses; Give her back what: practice the snake in red. Turn your back on me from now on.
I don't know why.-Let her go! 5. Why are roses so pale? Dear Heine, can you tell me why roses are so pale? Why do tribal violets wither in the valley? Lark, why are you singing so sadly? Why does the loveliest Xiang Lei smell of death? Why does the sunshine on the grass frown so coldly? Why does brown land rot like a grave? Why have I become haggard? My dearest person, why did you abandon me? .
4. Parting sad modern poems
say goodbye to
How many farewells does life have?
Only under the Tianshan Mountains, how urgent it is.
I ride horses.
Do you ride horses, too
I'm going after my horse.
You must catch the last bus.
Give you what?
The ice and snow are too cold.
The hot sand is too hot.
Weeds wilt easily when picked.
The stream dries up easily for you.
The sunset is so poetic.
But it's a little too much like blood
People always leave others.
Clear sky Wan Li, Tianshan moon.
Only the heart likes this grassland.
One year old and one glory, the residual snow has disappeared.
Everything on the earth is the center.
You can say goodbye anywhere.
No, don't ride this horse.
On the same drum surface
Beat the drums.
To connect future ideas.
Give you a background.
5. What are the classic poems describing lovelorn?
1, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone unconsciously.
From the original poem "Jinse" by Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a flowery interval, representing youth. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Why do exquisite musical instruments have fifty strings, each of which makes people miss the good times? Zhuang Zhou danced in his sleep and turned into a butterfly, hoping that the emperor would entrust his hatred to Du Fu.
Things change, the bright moon is in the sky, and Jiao Ren's tears are beads; Lantian is sunny and warm, and you can see good jade and good smoke. The feelings of joys, sorrows and sorrows cannot be recalled today, but they have been inadvertently long ago.
2, lazy flower evaluation, half-edge repair half-edge Jun Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote the original poem "Five Poems Thinking Four", which was once difficult for Yong Po.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. After the magnificent sea, the water elsewhere is not worth seeing.
I am intoxicated in Wushan's dream of sex rain, and the scenery elsewhere is not called sex rain. Even among the flowers, I am too lazy to look back; This reason is partly due to the abstinence of monks and partly because you have had it.
There are two or three trees in Jiangtou now, which are pathetic and lingering in spring. From the original poem "Five Poems of Lisao" written by Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, the self-love mirror is full of hair.
Soon the rising sun shone on Rouge's cheek, as if a red flower had come back to life, as if to be changed. The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain. Dahongluo always pursues fashionable and popular patterns, and the embroidered yarn is as tender as the patterned yarn dyed koji.
Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best. Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, and I just picked a white flower for you, a woman with white skin.
Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me. I love to appreciate the residual makeup in the mirror in the morning, and the hairpin is full of hair.
In a short time, the rising sun shone on the rouge cheeks, as if a red flower was waking up and blooming, as if to melt. The mountain spring flows slowly around the street, and the small building is hidden in thousands of peach blossoms.
I did nothing (upstairs) reading Taoist books, didn't get up, and watched (you were in front of the dresser) combing your hair through the crystal curtain. Luo Hong, a knitting technique, always pursues fashionable and novel patterns. The tulle embroidered with Qin Jilie (a parrot-like bird) is dyed as smooth as a wine song.
Don't think that the material of the cloth is too weak. A little silk with sparse warp and weft is the most pleasant. Once you have experienced the boundless sea, you feel that the water elsewhere is dwarfed; Once I experienced the clouds in Wushan, I felt that the clouds in other places were eclipsed.
Even among the flowers, I am too lazy to look back. Maybe it's because of the monastery, maybe it's because of you. At that time, a hundred flowers were blooming, but I just picked a white pear flower and gave it to you, a fair-skinned woman.
Now I stand quietly by the river like those two or three trees, but only a green leaf accompanies me through the last spring. 4. Li Yuan's disciple Bai Fuxin and eunuchs are winking at her pepper garden; .
Excerpted from the original poem "Song of Eternal Sorrow" by Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty; Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..
Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.
The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
The singers and dancers in the pear garden have snow-white hair, and the beauty of the ladies-in-waiting in the pepper room has faded. At night, fireflies danced in the palace, and Xuanzong quietly missed the imperial concubine, but the lights were still hard to sleep.
The louder the slow bells and drums, the longer the night, and the milky way will light up during the day. Who sleeps with the king in a cold jade quilt? Yin and Yang are separated by one year. Why have you never appeared in my dream? A Taoist priest came to Chang 'an from Lin Qiong. It is said that he can attract the soul of the imperial concubine with his heart.
He was moved by the feeling that the king missed the imperial concubine, so the Taoist priest tried his best to find her soul. Walking like lightning, I search the sky and the ground.
5, wait and change, but it is so popular, but it is easy to change. The word "Magnolia" originally came from the poem "Magnolia, Antique and Defined as Friends of Cambodia" by the Qing Dynasty poet Nalan Xingde. Life is nothing if it is only the first time.
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. If we all get along like we met for the first time, how wonderful life would be, and there would be no pain of parting and lovesickness now.
It's easy to change your heart now, but you say it's easy to change your heart in this world. I think, the vows of eternal love between the Tang Emperor and the imperial concubine are still in my ears, but there is finally a decisive difference. Even so, there is no resentment.
The unlucky Jin Ichiro who is with me now is not as good as the wish made by Emperor Tang Ming.
6. Ask for a modern poem about parting and parting.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
The Dynasty is Modern by Xu Zhimo.
I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
Extended data
First, the creative background
This poem was written by Xu Zhimo on his way home after his third trip to Europe. The time is1928165438+10. The place is China. One summer at the end of July, after staying at the home of the British philosopher Russell for one night, a man quietly came to Cambridge to find his English friend without any notice in advance.
Unfortunately, none of his English friends are here, only Cambridge, which he is familiar with, is waiting for him silently. The scene of his past life reappeared before his eyes ... because he was in a hurry to meet another English friend, he didn't record this emotional activity.
It was not until he left Marseille by boat on his way home, facing the rough sea and the vast sky, that he unfolded the paper and wrote down his personal feelings about returning to Cambridge this time.
Second, appreciate
This poem "Biekangqiao" consists of seven sentences, each with four lines and two or three sentences. It is eclectic, rigorous, rhyming with two or four rhymes, cadence and catchy. This beautiful rhythm ripples like ripples, which is not only the voice of pious students seeking dreams, but also conforms to the ebb and flow of poets' emotions and has a unique aesthetic pleasure.
The seven verses are strewn at random, and the rhythm spreads slowly in them, which is quite a poet's temperament of "white robe and thin suburban island". It can be said that it embodies Xu Zhimo's poetic beauty thought.
Farewell to Cambridge is a lyric poem about scenery, which expresses three emotions: nostalgia, farewell and disillusionment.
"I left gently, just as I came gently, and I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky gently." This poem can be summed up in a few words: slow rhythm, light movement, affectionate, and at the same time with a touch of sadness.
The final "Clouds in the Western Sky" laid a splendid color for the following description, and the whole scenery was reflected by the sunset. So this poem sets the tone for the whole poem.
This poem shows the poet's superb artistic skills. The poet combines specific scenery with imagination to form a vivid artistic image of poetry, and skillfully blends atmosphere, feelings and scenes into the artistic conception to achieve the feelings and scenes in the scene. The structure of the poem is rigorous and neat.
The whole poem consists of 7 sections, each with 4 lines, forming two parallel steps; 1 and 3 lines are slightly shorter, and 2 and 4 lines are slightly longer, ranging from 6 to 8 words per line. It seems that the poet intends to combine the forms of metrical poetry and free verse, making it a new form of poetry, full of nationalization and modern architectural beauty.
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