Give me the current poems, such as Ai Qing's.

I love this land, Ai Qing.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

Then I died, the migration of love and pain. Leng Yue is like frost.

Butterfly clothes of lonely and circuitous dreams

Tears in the wind

In the cool palm of your hand

Whose sadness perches?

The heart was abandoned in the distant North Pole.

Your indifference is suffocating.

Frozen love can't continue

The heavy snow piled up quietly.

Are some loves destined to reverse the deviation?

If your heart is broken, how can you calculate the distance between love and hate?

Is it always so rambling when talking about the future?

No matter how hard you try, you can't cross the gap of fate.

If love is only one in ten million.

I am still willing to wait for you for centuries in reincarnation.

If love is always so unhappy in reality.

Should I try to ignore this effort?

The temperature between fingers is dim.

Tears in the corner of my eyes moistened my memory.

The aftertaste of love wafts in bitterness.

I will solve this helpless mess

And then migrate with love and pain.

"Don't love God ..." Index finger.

Is Cupid a thirsty lip?

Drink only deep red blood and crystal tears.

Forget it in blood and tears

Two beating hearts.

Is Cupid a slender hand?

I am only addicted to the piano that plucks the heartstrings.

But I forgot it in my trembling.

And two painful hearts.

Is Cupid the wind without a trace?

Just chasing the frivolous clouds in heaven

Forget everything in hell.

Two heavy hearts.

Is God's love the pulp of the heart boat?

Inadvertently shook the moon print in the middle of the lake.

Forget in the fluctuation

Two broken hearts.

"This is everything"-Shu Ting

Not all trees

Be broken by the storm;

Not all seeds,

Can't find rooted soil;

Not everything is true,

Lost in the desert of people's hearts,

Not all dreams,

Willing to break his wings.

No, not everything,

Just like you said!

Not all the flames,

They will only burn themselves.

Not illuminating others;

Not all stars,

It only means night.

Don't report the dawn;

Not all songs,

Skip the ear

Didn't leave it 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 hearts

You can step on the mud under your feet;

Not all the consequences

It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.

All the present breeds the future,

Everything in the future comes from yesterday.

Hope and fight for him,

Please put these on your shoulders.

Say goodbye to Cambridge again

I left quietly,

When I came softly;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the western clouds.

Golden willow by the river.

Is the bride in the sunset?

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 Kang River,

I would like to be an aquatic plant.

A pool in the shade of a tree,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crushed between floating algae,

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,

Back to the greener grass,

Full of stars,

Play a song in the starlight

But I can't play songs,

Quiet is 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,

Don't take away a cloud.

) Yu Xiang

Author: Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color

Lilac fragrance

Lilac sadness

Mourn in the rain

Sad and confused

She lingers in this lonely rain lane

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me

Like me.

voicelessly

Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes

She floated by.

well

As sad and confused as a dream.

Floating like a dream

Dingxiangyuan

I missed this girl.

She walked away silently, walked away.

A ramshackle hedge.

Walk through this rainy path

In the sad song of rain

Remove her color.

Scattered her fragrance.

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes

Lavender melancholy

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to float over.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

To the oak tree.

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off with your tall branches:

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even sunshine.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like halberds,

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,

As if we were separated forever,

But they depend on each other all their lives,

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand and the land under your feet.

Goodbye (in spring, I flick my handkerchief)

Gu Cheng

In spring,

I gently waved my handkerchief,

Is to let me leave,

Or return immediately?

No, it's nothing,

Nothing, because,

Like a fallen flower in the water,

Like dew on a flower ...

Only the shadow knows,

Only wind energy can understand,

Only the sighing butterfly starts up,

Still flying in my heart ...