A long recitation of modern poetry.

First, "Farewell to Cambridge" Author: Xu Zhimo Full text: I left gently, 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. Second, "Answer" Author: North Island full text: meanness is the passport of the despicable, noble is the epitaph of the noble. Look, in the gilded sky, there is a distorted reflection of the dead. The ice age has passed, why is there ice everywhere? The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered. Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea? I came to this world with only paper, rope and pictures, so that before the trial, I could read those condemned voices: Tell you, the world, I-don't-believe! Even if there are 1000 challengers under your feet, count me as the 10 1 th. I don't believe the sky is blue, I don't believe the echo of thunder; I don't believe that dreams are false, and I don't believe that there is no retribution for death. If the ocean is doomed to burst its banks, let all the bitter water be injected into my heart; If the land is destined to rise, let mankind choose the peak of survival again. New opportunities and twinkling stars fill the unobstructed sky. This is a hieroglyph of 5,000 years, and this is the eye that people will stare at in the future. Third, "To the Oak Tree" Author: Shu Ting Full Text: If I love you-never show off your tall branches like climbing the camphor tree; If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron shafts, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a hero's torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. Fourth, "This is everything" Author: Shu Ting full text: Not all trees were broken by the storm; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of human heart; Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. No, not everything is like you said! Not all flames will only burn themselves; Not illuminating others; Not all stars only indicate darkness, but do not report dawn; Not all songs just pass by and won't stay in my heart. No, not everything, just like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all souls can step on the mud under their feet; Not all the consequences, but tears and blood stains, not showing a happy face. All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows in yesterday. Hope and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders. Five, "Believe in the Future" Author: forefinger full text: When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighed the sadness of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write down on the desolate land with frosty vines: Believe in the future. I want to command the sky with my hand, I want to hold the sun with my palm, and I want to write with my warm and beautiful pen with my child's pen: Believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future, because I believe in the vision of people in the future; She has eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and she has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. Whether people send us emotional tears and deep sympathy, or give us contemptuous smiles and bitter ridicule of our rotting bodies, those lost sorrows and the pain of failure. I firmly believe that people will give us a warm, objective and fair evaluation of our spine after countless explorations, losses, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments. Friends, firmly believe in the future, unyielding efforts, youth who overcomes death, the future and love life. Guo Moruo's Goddess, Shu Ting's To the Oak and Haizi's Messiah (a very long poem) can only enter 100, so I will only tell you the name and author of the poem, and you can find it yourself. "This is everything" Shu Ting-Answering a young friend's "Everything", not all trees were broken by the storm; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of human heart; Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. No, not everything is like what you said, not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs pass by my ears and don't stay in my heart. No, not everything is like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all souls can step on the mud under their feet; Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains, not smiles. All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows in yesterday. Hope and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders. You can only write 100 words, and you can't put particularly long poems. In the century, the winding path leads to a secluded place, and the shackles on both sides of the strait are lifted. Recalling Wuchang's first righteousness, anti-imperialism and feudalism, warlord melee, and difficult democracy. The country has been unified, the workers and peasants have awakened, and the revolution has flooded in. Join hands again to fight the Japanese aggressors and restore China. Joy is the post of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that when you are in a heavy mood, the best gift is to send you a quiet sky, you will be confused, awake and feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you dry the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly.