Modern love poems

A family tree, homesickness, affectionate love, a mother who sent a paper boat, a mother, etc. 1, "The Tree of Love" Author: Nuria Roca is more like a camphor tree, living luxuriantly in the world. We live in a tree. My grandfather's life leaves fall, my father's life leaves fall, my life leaves fall, my life leaves fall. My son's leaves are green on the tree. The noble tree of love is evergreen. Leaves have multiplied for thousands of years, and the lush and wonderful world cognitive picture book is a set of books that teach children to recognize the world from the perspective of numbers. The concept is unique, which not only deepens children's sensitivity to numbers, but also helps them remember the corresponding themes. One family tree, two substances and three useful R's are connected in series with numbers, explaining the family history, natural substances and artificial processing, reuse, pollution reduction and other environmental protection themes. At the end of each book, there are interesting games and hands-on sessions, which are highly operational and enhance the appeal. 2, "Homesickness" Author: Yu Guangzhong childhood, homesickness is a small stamp, I am here, my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. Homesickness is a modern poem written by the poet Yu Guangzhong. Poetry expresses a kind of nostalgia for hometown. This poem also embodies the poet Yu Guangzhong's good wish for the early reunification of the Chinese nation. As a contemporary poet who has been away from the mainland for more than 30 years, Yu Guangzhong's works are bound to be deeply branded by the times. 3. "family"? Author: the moon is as bright as jade. I don't know the depth of maternal love, but the trickle of fatherly love. I dress my heart silently. Strolling, in the secret spring, into the blank, into the rubble, into the trickle. ? 4, "Paper Boat-Send Mother" Author: Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, always keep it-keep it, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea from the boat. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still keep folding them up every day, always hoping that one can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a very small boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. These are the tears of your beloved daughter. Qian Shan, please let him take her love and sadness home. Paper boat is a poem written by Bing Xin on her way to study abroad at 1923, with subtitle: For Mom. Praising maternal love, innocence and nature are the three themes of Bing Xin's early literary creation. Written on the boat, Paper Boat is a poem in which Bing Xin faces the sea and gives love to his mother with a pure heart. Although there are only three sections and eleven lines, the "three themes" are all integrated. In this poem, the poet sent away his thoughts of his mother by paddling on a paper boat as a child, creating a dreamy artistic conception affectionately and naturally, which could not help but make people cry. 5, "Mom" Author: Bing Xin Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. The poem Mother was written on a rainy day when I saw a big lotus leaf covered with a red lotus. The full text adopts the writing methods of "expressing emotion by borrowing scenery" and "expressing ambition by supporting things" to express deep affection for mother. At first, the author drew a picture of Yu He, in which the rain hits the red lotus and the lotus leaves protect the lotus. With affectionate brushwork, the author reminds her of her daughter's attachment to her mother and her mother's care for her daughter. The author expresses emotion with scenery, expresses ambition with things, and eulogizes great maternal love with lotus, which is natural, appropriate, novel and unique. When I was a child, my father was a mountain and I was a bird in the forest. When I was a child, my mother was a blue lake and I was a fish. Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake. The lake gave me a strong character, the lake gave me water, the laughing mountain evolved, and the feather lake I flew over faded all the scales I swam over. When I am an adult, I will read my father's book again. My father became a forest in the mountains, and I am tall and straight, and I will always be a mountain house. I can't answer Lin's kindness. When I grow up, I will look at my mother. My mother will become a water plant in the lake, and I will become a yellow water plant that will cover the waves of the lake forever. When my eternal mother opened her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing I saw was her extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy. Staring at you carefully, your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively but can't express your affection. You're only anxious about a flurry of limbs-you can't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, you finally sit up straight. After adjusting your emotional intelligence and IQ, your little body never waits, shouting the most precious first voice in life-mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one. Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mom, do you care about me? Mother looked at me anxiously. Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief. Listen to the sound of the train, the flute ... hold a pair of hands tightly through the window. "Remembering My Grandpa" (two songs) Author: You coughed loudly with that shovel in the northwest of Southwest China and finally piled up a grave on a strange hill, which became your home. My resting place stands in the sunset, I can sit here and overlook, but the heaviness of loess buries your sight, so I can only miss you across the distant horizon. The wetness of the soil was a tear on my pillow last night. I wanted to climb the ladder to make a fire, and then it would take a long time for you to stumble and warm your leg. Loneliness is like missing a few pear trees planted by yourself. The old house built by yourself is covered with snow and covered with dust. Grandma sighed and talked for a long time in the dark. My eager insomnia will follow your example and be a peaceful person with my parents on the horizon. For two years, you just lay quietly and let us guess everything in the blue sky, so I want to stand on the yellow land and say that when the dark clouds are full of tears, you'd better close your eyes. 3.4. 16 In the dream of Northwest Normal University, I will be caught in the rain and look around the streets of the city for the piles of fires that you once started together, which will dry up the moisture in our hearts. The parting of life and death three years ago was just a long journey, because I believe that one day you will come back and sit on the hot kang of the old house and chat with us. Maybe this is just a fictional event. I spent most of my time wandering outside, doing odd jobs for others, and never came back for several Spring Festival. Later, we got used to your absence, but we still couldn't face the portrait on the table. The grass on the grave is withered, green, yellow and wet. You will definitely let me bask in the sun with you. But after more than a thousand days and nights, I can't see your limping figure anymore, so I want to light a candle in my dream to dispel the darkness in our hearts. I will hold the remaining half box of matches high above my head as you did when I was a child, and I will cook all the villages. I believe you can hear the laughter of wheat ears, and another city will be full of bright sunshine. Grandpa Lanzhou, May 2004.13, I came to this world, you laughed heartily, and you left this world. I cried silently, and you smiled brilliantly, because your smile was accompanied by new life, and I cried sadly, because my crying could not prolong your breath by half an inch. You never hugged me when I was a kid. But I know you like me, and you can't hug me when I grow up, but I know I love you. Your father told me before you died that I wouldn't exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our life is a continuation of yours. You must forgive me for not remembering you all the time, but I promise I will never forget you. Even if I really forget the beating pulse, it will remind me that your blood is flowing in my body. Dayanhe, my nanny, is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended your son's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside, after you bandaged the hands of children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint, I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed, I just looked at the plaque on the eaves that said "Happy Family" I didn't know, I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes, I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms, I sat on the painted kang stool with a brazier, and I ate rice that had been studied for three times, but it was so embarrassing. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she used up the lotion, she began to work with the arm that hugged me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. She took out the wheat grain eaten by the pig by hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to dry those soybeans and wheat. Dayan River, for life, Dayan River, deeply loves her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent ceremony hall. The beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" .......................................................................................................... Dayanhe and died before she woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my hometown after a long wandering, my brothers met on the hillside and in the fields. I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Wild Goose River, today, your breasts are in prison, writing a hymn for you, offering you a purple soul under the loess, an outstretched hand that hugs me, a kiss on my lips, a black and tender face, a * * * that raised me for you, for your sons, my brothers, and for everything on earth. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933. 1. 14, Xuechao. (Selected from Wild Goose River, Cultural Life Publishing House, August 1 Edition, 1939) I failed to meet Jun Jun several times, but I still worried about him in my dreams. A thousand words are hard to say. Who do you tell? Together on the vast road of life. When the dead branches turn green, the spring breeze blows into thousands of households. Children and grandchildren are full of flowers and trees, like [India-Tagore]. I don't remember my mother just playing in the middle. Sometimes it seems that there is a song spinning around my toy, which she hummed when she shook my cradle. I don't remember my mother, but in the early autumn morning, the fragrance of acacia flowers floating in the air in the temple seemed to bring me the smell of mother's morning prayers. I don't remember my mother just thinking that I was looking at the blue sky in the distance outside the bedroom window. I think my mother's eyes staring at my face occupied the whole day. Empty your loud cough with that shovel and finally pile up a grave on a strange hill, which has become your destination. My foothold is standing in the sunset. I can sit here and look out, but the heaviness of loess buries your sight, so I can only miss you across the distant horizon. The wet soil on my pillow last night was a tear. I want to climb the ladder to make a fire. When you fall, you will warm your legs. Then there will be a long period of loneliness, like now you can only miss your loved ones in an empty space. Several pear trees planted by hand were covered with snow, and the old houses built by hand were covered with dust. The chat after grandma sighed lengthened the night. My severe insomnia will learn from my parents. For two years, you just lay quietly and let us guess everything in the blue sky, so I want to stand on the yellow land and say that when the dark clouds are full of tears, you'd better close your eyes. In my big dream, I will be caught in the rain and look around the streets of the city for the piles of fires that you have started together, which will dry up the humidity in our hearts. The parting of life and death three years ago was just a long journey, because I believe that one day you will come back and sit on the hot kang of the old house and chat with us. Maybe this is just a fictional event. Most of the time, you are wandering outside to watch the door and do odd jobs for others. Later, we got used to your absence, but never came back. I can't face the portrait on the table. The grass on the grave is withered, green and yellow, and I have adapted to the wet soil. You will definitely let me bask in the sun with you, but more than a thousand days and nights have passed, but I can't see your limping figure anymore. So I want to light a candle in my dream to dispel the darkness in our hearts. The remaining half box of matches will be held high above my head as you did when I was a child. I will also cook all the crops and scatter them into the sky. I believe you can hear me. Laughter of Wheat Grains Another city will also be full of bright sunshine. Grandpa Lanzhou, May 2004.13 I came to this world, you laughed heartily, and you left this world. I cried silently, and you smiled brilliantly, because your smile was accompanied by new life, and I cried sadly, because my crying could not prolong your breath by half an inch. When I was a child, you never hugged me, but I know that you like me. When I grew up, you hugged me. Don't touch me, but I know I love you. Your father told me before you died that I wouldn't exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our living is the continuation of your life. You must forgive me. I can't remember you forever, but I promise I will never forget you. Even if I really forget the beating pulse, it will remind me that your blood is flowing in my body. Dayanhe, my nanny, is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended your son's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside, after you bandaged the hands of children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint, I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed, I just looked at the plaque on the eaves that said "Happy Family" I didn't know, I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes, I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms, I sat on the painted kang stool with a brazier, and I ate rice that had been studied for three times, but it was so embarrassing. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she used up the lotion, she began to work with the arm that hugged me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. She took out the wheat grain eaten by the pig by hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to dry those soybeans and wheat. Dayan River, for life, Dayan River, deeply loves her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent ceremony hall. The beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" .......................................................................................................... Dayanhe and died before she woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my hometown after a long wandering, my brothers met on the hillside and in the fields. I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Wild Goose River, today, your breasts are in prison, writing a hymn for you, offering you a purple soul under the loess, an outstretched hand that hugs me, a kiss on my lips, a black and tender face, a * * * that raised me for you, for your sons, my brothers, and for everything on earth. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933. 1. 14, Xuechao. (Selected from Dayanhe, Cultural Life Publishing House, 1939, first edition in August) Respondents: Lv Jian, 01-assistant level 3, 5-5, 17: 00, I haven't met Jun Jun several times, but I am still worried about it in my dream. A thousand words are hard to say. Who do you tell? Together on the vast road of life. When the dead branches turn green, the spring breeze blows into thousands of households. Children and grandchildren are full of flowers and trees, meet again: only tears can't stop. Reunion: only tears can't stop. "Remembering My Grandpa" (two songs) Author: You coughed loudly with that shovel in the northwest, and finally piled up a grave on a strange hill, which became your home. My resting place stands in the sunset, I can sit here and overlook, but the heaviness of loess buries your sight, so I can only miss you across the distant horizon. The wetness of the soil was a tear on my pillow last night. I want to climb the ladder to make a fire, and then it will take a long time for you to stumble and warm your legs. Loneliness is like missing a few pear trees planted by yourself. The old house built by yourself is covered with snow and covered with dust. Grandma sighed and talked for a long time in the dark. My eager insomnia will follow your example and be a peaceful person with my parents on the horizon. For two years, you just lay quietly and let us guess everything in the blue sky, so I want to stand on the yellow land and say that when the dark clouds are full of tears, you'd better close your eyes. 3.4. 16 In the dream of Northwest Normal University, I will be caught in the rain and look around the streets of the city for the piles of fires that you once started together, which will dry up the moisture in our hearts. The parting of life and death three years ago was just a long journey, because I believe that one day you will come back and sit on the hot kang of the old house and chat with us. Maybe this is just a fictional event. I spent most of my time wandering outside, doing odd jobs for others, and never came back for several Spring Festival. Later, we got used to your absence, but we still couldn't face the portrait on the table. The grass on the grave is withered, green, yellow and wet. You will definitely let me bask in the sun with you. But after more than a thousand days and nights, I can't see your limping figure anymore, so I want to light a candle in my dream to dispel the darkness in our hearts. I will hold the remaining half box of matches high above my head as you did when I was a child, and I will cook all the villages. I believe you can hear the laughter of wheat ears, and another city will be full of bright sunshine. Grandpa Lanzhou, May 2004.13, I came to this world, you laughed heartily, and you left this world. I cried silently, and you smiled brilliantly, because your smile was accompanied by new life, and I cried sadly, because my crying could not prolong your breath by half an inch. You never hugged me when I was a kid. But I know you like me, and you can't hug me when I grow up, but I know I love you. Your father told me before you died that I wouldn't exist without you. After you left, I told my father that our life is a continuation of yours. You must forgive me for not remembering you all the time, but I promise I will never forget you. Even if I really forget the beating pulse, it will remind me that your blood is flowing in my body. Dayanhe, my nanny, is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended your son's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside, after you bandaged the hands of children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque on the eaves that said "Happy Family" I didn't know. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I ate rice that had been verified three times, but it was so embarrassing. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she used up the lotion, she began to work with the arm that hugged me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. She took out the wheat grain eaten by the pig by hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to dry those soybeans and wheat. Dayan River, for life, Dayan River, deeply loves her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent ceremony hall. The beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" .......................................................................................................... Dayanhe and died before she woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my hometown after a long wandering, my brothers met on the hillside and in the fields. I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Wild Goose River, today, your breasts are in prison, writing a hymn for you, offering you a purple soul under the loess, an outstretched hand that hugs me, a kiss on my lips, a black and tender face, a * * * that raised me for you, for your sons, my brothers, and for everything on earth. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933. 1. 14, Xuechao. (From Dayanhe, Cultural Life Publishing House1939, August 1st edition) When I was a child, my father was a mountain and I was a bird in the forest. When I was a child, my mother was blue lagoon and I was a tail fish. Fish can never leave the embrace of the lake. This lake has given me a strong character. The mountain of laughter gave me water. The evolution of my Feiyu Lake has shed all the scales I swam. When I am an adult, I will read my father's books. There are forests in the mountains, but I go straight into the mountain house. Mountains can never repay the kindness of forests. When I grow up, I will see my mother. Mother will become a water plant in the lake, and I will become a yellow water plant generously, covering the waves of the lake forever.