Introduction to poetry:
Poetry comes from life. Poetry is the flash of the sea of life. If we separate poetry from life, we can't understand the essence of poetry. Many poems have emerged in ancient and modern China and abroad. "The scope of poetry is all life and nature; The poet looks at all kinds of things, and his views are as varied as thinkers' concepts of all kinds of things. " Where there is life, there is poetry singing. The field of poetry is as vast as life.
Modern poetry:
1, homesickness, Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I am here and my bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside, and so is my mother. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am on this continent and on that continent.
2. The market is in the sky, Guo Moruo
The street lamp in the distance is very clear, as if there are countless stars shining. Stars appear in the sky, as if countless street lamps were lit. I think there must be a beautiful market in the empty air. Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe is definitely not very wide. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the river will surely ride the cow. I think they will be wandering in Tianjie at the moment. Don't believe me, please look at that meteor, even if they come with lanterns.
3. Farewell to Cambridge, 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 born of 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? Hold a long pole and walk deeper in 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.