A, China's modern poetry (2)
1. Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, it's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
2. "Error" Author: Xi Murong
If love can explain it,
Vows can be modified.
If you meet me,
We can reschedule.
Then, life will be easier.
If one day,
I can finally forget you.
However, this is not a random story.
Not tomorrow's play.
I can't find the manuscript and put you
Erase you.
Second, foreign modern poetry (5)
1, when you get old
Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
2. Wild roses
Author: Goethe (Germany)
The teenager saw a rose, a little rose in the wilderness.
So delicate, so bright
The teenager hurried forward and looked very happy.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The boy said I'm going to pick your little roses in the wilderness.
Ross said I would stab you.
Let you never forget that I don't want to be picked by you.
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
The savage teenager went to her wilderness to pick small roses.
Ross stabbed him in self-defense, and Ross held back his tears in vain.
Or is it broken?
Rose, rose, red rose, little rose in the wilderness.
Please say again I love you
Step 3 Give it to Yan Ni.
Author: Marx (Germany)
Yan Ni, laugh. You will be surprised why all my poems have only one title.
For Yan Ni, you are the only source of inspiration in the world, the comfort of genius, and the brilliance of thoughts shining in the depths of my soul. It's all hidden in your name.
Yan Ni, every letter of your name is magical, and every sound it makes is beautiful. Every chapter of music played by it lingers in my ears, as if it were a kind and beautiful god in fairy tales, as if it were Yin Hui with a bright moon in the sky on a spring night, as if it were the subtle sound of a golden string popping up.
Although there are countless pages, I will let your name fill thousands of books, let your name ignite the flame of thought, let the will to fight splash with the fountain of career, let the eternal and lasting truth of real life be revealed, and let the whole world of poetry appear in human history. At that time, may the old century lament, the new era rejoice and the universe shine forever.
Even if Yan Ni's name is engraved on the sand-like dice, I can pronounce it as gentle wind. The name Yan Ni seems to bring me a message of happiness. I will always praise her and let people know that the embodiment of love is Yan Ni.
4. Lorelei
Author: Heine (Germany)
I don't know why I am so sad.
An old myth bothers me.
With the evening breeze, the Rhine River is quietly cool.
In the evening sunset, the mountain peaks are shining with sunshine.
A stunning girl magically sat on the top of the mountain.
She has blond hair and gold jewelry is shining with gold.
She sang while combing her hair with a gold comb.
That piece of music is very beautiful and touching.
The boatman's hook on the boat caused countless sorrows.
He didn't look at the rocks in front of him. He only looks up to the heights.
I think both the boat and the boatman died in the waves.
This is caused by Lorelei banshee with her singing.
5. Maowu
Author: Andersen (Denmark)
There is a lonely hut washed by the waves on the beach.
Looking around, there is not a tree.
Only the sky and the sea, only cliffs and cliffs.
There is the greatest happiness here because there are lovers living together.
There is no gold or silver in the hut, but there are a pair of dear people.
Always staring at each other, how deeply you love each other.
This hut is very small and shabby, and it is lonely to stand on the shore, but there is the greatest happiness in it, because there is a lover's company.