The top and most beautiful modern poems include "Farewell to Cambridge", "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming", "In Front of the Door", "A Bundle", "Mistake", etc.
1. "Farewell Cambridge"
As quietly as I came, I left. I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset. The beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway oilily under the water. In the soft waves of the Cam River, I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky. Crushed among the floating algae, a rainbow-like dream precipitated. Looking for a dream? Support a long piece of wormwood and wander towards where the grass is greener. Load a boat full of stars and sing songs in the colorful starlight. But I can't sing, the silence is the shengxiao of parting. The summer insects are also silent for me, and silence is Cambridge tonight. Quietly I left, just as quietly I came. I wave my sleeves and don't take away a single cloud.
2. "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming"
From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world. Starting from tomorrow, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and the flowers are blooming in spring. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness.
What the happy lightning told me, I will tell everyone. Give every river and every mountain a warm name, stranger, and I will bless you too. May you have a bright future and may your lover eventually get married. I wish you happiness in this world. I just want to face the sea and have spring flowers blooming.
3. "In Front of the Door"
How I wish there was a doorway where the sun shines on the grass in the morning. We stood, holding on to our door, which was low but the sun was bright. The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and we stand without talking, which is very beautiful. There is a door, we don’t have to open it, it’s ours, it’s very beautiful. In the morning, we still have to wander in the dark, so we give him the six-stringed harp and we won’t leave. We need land, we need land that will never be destroyed, and we want to ride on it and spend our lives.
The land is rough and sometimes narrow, however, it has a history. There is one part of sky, one part of moon, one part of dew and morning. We love the land, we stand and dig in the soil with our wooden shoes. The door was also warm from the sun, and we leaned against it gently, which was very beautiful. The grass behind the wall will no longer grow. It only touches the sunlight with its fingertips.
4. "A Bundle"
Between me and the world, you are the bay, the sail, and the loyal ends of the cable. You are the fountain, the wind, and the crisp cry of childhood. Between me and the world, you are the picture frame, the window, and the field full of wild flowers. You are the breath, the bedside, and the night with the stars. Between me and the world, you are the calendar, the compass, and the light sliding in the dark. You are a resume, a bookmark, and a preface written at the end.
Between me and the world, you are the veil, the fog, and the lamp reflected in the dream. You are the flute, the wordless song, and the lowered eyes of the stone sculpture. Between me and the world, you are the gap, the swamp, the sinking abyss. You are a fence, a wall, and a permanent pattern on a shield.
5. "Error"
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and the faces waiting for the seasons were like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers. If the spring breeze does not come, the catkins in March will not fly. Your heart is like a small lonely city, just like the bluestone streets facing the evening. The heel tone is silent, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted. Your heart is like a small closed window, and my dada's horse's hooves are beautiful mistakes. I am not a returnee, I am a passerby.