I want ordinary modern poetry

1; "Nostalgia" by Yu Guangzhong

Nostalgia is a small stamp

I am here

My mother is there

When I grow up

Nostalgia is a narrow ticket

I am here

The bride is there

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Later

Nostalgia is a short grave

I am outside

Mother is inside

And Now

Nostalgia is a shallow strait

I am at this end

2;

Shu Lan's "Countryside Wine"

Thirty years ago

You looked at me from the top of the willow tree

I was young

You were round

People are also round

Thirty years later

I look at you from the top of the coconut tree

You are like a glass of local wine

You are full

Nostalgia is also full

3;

Xi Murong's "Youth"

All the endings have been written

< p>All the tears have already started

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning it was

In that ancient summer that will never come back

No matter how I pursue it

The young you just pass by like a cloud shadow

And your smiling face is very light and pale

Gradually disappear in the day The backward Qunlan

then opened the yellowed title page

Fate bound it extremely poorly

With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again

p>

But I have to admit

Youth is a hasty book

4

Wang Guozhen's "Love of Life"

I don’t think about whether I can succeed

Since I have chosen the distance

I just care about the ups and downs

I don’t think about whether I can win love

< p>Since I am in love with roses

I have the courage to express my sincerity

I don’t think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me

Since the goal is the horizon

All that is left to the world is my back

I don’t think about whether the future will be flat or muddy

As long as I love life

Everything, It's all expected

5;

"Farewell Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo

Gently I left, just as lightly I came; < /p>

I wave my hands gently and say 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 ripples of light are rippling in my heart.

The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed!

The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.

It is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener.

Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.

But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight.

Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;

I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.

6;

Ai Qing "I Love This Land"

If I were a bird,

I should also use hoarse Throat Singing:

This land battered by storms,

This ever-raging river of our sorrow and indignation,

This endless blowing The angry wind,

And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...

——Then I died,

Even the feathers rotted inside the land.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply...

7;

Ai Qing "My thoughts are round"

I My thoughts are round

The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August

It is also the brightest and roundest

No matter how high the mountains are and how wide the sea is

< p>You can see it from every corner of the world

On a night like this

What do you think of?

My thoughts are round

Watermelons and apples are round

Families reunited are happy

Family is divided It is painful

Those who miss their loved ones

Looking at the bright moon in the sky

Who can swallow the moon cake?