Throughout the rainy season,
Through the thick ice and snow circle,
In spring,
Find you the most beautiful.
If you say happily,
Where is your spring?
Your eyes tell me,
I put it all in spring.
-Eyes.
2. Modern Classic Poetry 2: Dream Town
My dream,
There is a small town,
A person can live in a small town.
There is no messy market,
There are not many residents,
Cold and clear,
Quiet,
There is only one garden, only one big tree,
Only a fallen leaf,
Just a bunch of flowers,
There is only a mist,
There was only a breeze,
Still secretly hiding-shallow love,
A trace of sadness,
Silent attachment.
My dream girl,
Who lives in my dream town?
3. Modern classic poem 3: "Our 80s Generation"
Bean sprouts with sweet roots, malt extract, haystacks with bird eggs and fried cow dung;
Our eighties.
Jumping frog rolls rubber bands and marbles in the hoop, picks up a stone and jumps over the house;
Our eighties.
Play house in the afternoon, cool the bed after dinner,
Sigh the wonder of fireflies and the golden horse in fantasy stories;
Our eighties.
Looking forward to the fireworks of the Spring Festival, greedy for wok;
Listen to the hammering of maltose cake;
In the vendor's rattle, I'm afraid my mother will call me home.
Bouncing home with big red flowers, looking forward to the long-awaited popcorn;
Our eighties.
4. Modern classic poem 4: "When you are old"
When you are old, free and sleepy,
Take a nap in front of the stove, please take down this poem.
Recite slowly, dreaming of the soft light and the faint shadow of your eyes;
How many people have loved your beauty with sincerity and hypocrisy,
Love your happy and charming youth,
Only one person loves your pilgrim heart,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
When you lean over the burning fireplace,
You will speak softly, with a hint of sadness,
The lost love is now going up the mountain,
Its face is hidden in a dense cluster of stars.
5. Modern Classic Poetry 5: Flower of Success
People only marvel at her present brilliance, but at the beginning, her buds,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
6. Modern classic poem 6: "Shanghai-Hangzhou Automobile"
Hurry! Come on, come on!
Cigarettes, a mountain,
Clouds, water,
A bridge, a noise,
Lin Song, a clump of bamboo,
Red leaves in succession:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream,
Blurred, blank—
Come on, come on!
Is it a wheel or time?
Qiu Rong press a way:
Urged to die!