Sentence 1 About simple and beautiful modern poetry. Short and beautiful modern poetry is urgently needed.
1, flat Zhi Lin's chapter.
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
2. Bing Xin's flower of success
People are only surprised by her present talent,
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
3. Shian Nala by Xu Zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
4. Xi Murong Art Exhibition
I know all the beautiful ones always refuse,
I won't stay for anyone.
So,
I hung my love and sadness on the wall for exhibition.
Then sell it.
5. Yu Youren's National Mourning
Bury me in the mountains and look at my continent.
The mainland is invisible, only crying.
Bury me in the high mountain and see my hometown.
Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.
The sky is grey and the wilderness is vast. Shan Ye is a state-owned ruin.
2. Beautiful modern poetry
A hymn about autumn ~ ~ ~じ☆ ve ~ written by Arctic Jun 1. Autumn's heart is like a pair of flying wings, which makes the feeling of happiness fly higher. Bluer, I wander freely in the direction of the wind without hesitation in the wider sky ~ ~ ~ Love the poem "Heart Wings in Autumn" by Arctic Jun 2. The butterfly in the wind has lost its bright red rose, and I always thought that the fallen leaves were my other half, flying with the fallen leaves and withering with the fallen leaves in autumn ~ ~ ~ Love Arctic Jun's poem Heart Wings in Autumn 3. The past shoes left crying in the autumn rain have been lost. Go ahead for crying, get lost in the fallen leaves, and go backwards. Summer is still a secret that can't be opened ~ ~ ~ Love Arctic Jun's poem "Autumn Heart Wing" 4. Ask you, ask yourself? On a starry night, there is still the moon with you. Is there any sweet candy worth remembering in autumn? ~ ~ ~ Love Arctic Jun's poem "Autumn Heart Wing" 5. Maple leaves in the afternoon, the sun in late autumn is bleeding, and the maple leaves in the afternoon put this residual heat in an envelope and send it to a colder night ~ ~ Love the poem "Heart Wings in Autumn" by Arctic Jun. The last fairy tale, I am a leaf that has just lost hope. I want to realize my last wish, that is, to lie on the road where you pass and let your footsteps step on this hard city, giving you the last touch ~ ~
3. Seek beautiful and short poems
A flowering tree Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Shian Nala
-To Japanese girls
Xu zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure—
Shian, Nora.
You are April day on earth! Lin
I said you are an April day on earth.
Laughter lit up the wind in all directions.
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring
You are a cloud in the sky in early April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's light, that's Ting, and you're Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
The Bai Lianhua you dream of is floating on the water.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love and warmth.
This is a poem. You are April day on earth.
4. If you want modern poetry, be short ~ ~ ~ fast, fast and urgent.
(1) "Qiu Ge-Warm-up" Yaxian's fallen leaves finished their last trembling, and the flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake. The sound of the anvil in July went away, and the geese did not write their beautiful sonnets in Liao Qiongqiu's sky. The warm horseshoe leaves a broken flower in the small mountain path in the south, and the singer leaves a broken piano rhyme in the faint temple in the north. In autumn, there is nothing but warmth, nothing.
Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past.
Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed. (3) "Autumn Night on the River" Liu Dabai's homing bird, although hooked, still carries the sunset back.
Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river; Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments. Ah, twinkling stars! You have plenty of bright red blood and clear tears-how much deep depression is hidden in your poor light! I see a wild goose with an arrow, ah! It is a wounded soldier, lying on this vast battlefield looking up at the shining light and feeling endless comfort.
My invisible teacher! I try to imitate your spirit: I weave my tears and my heart into a perishable pearl ring and hold it at your feet to express my condolences. (5) Those red wild green bristlegrass flowers.
Purple wildflowers. Blue wildflowers, all gone.
Here, there is only a meadow left. Everyone else picked flowers. What about me, teacher? What, you just caught me a handful of green bristlegrass? I pursed my lips and looked at a handful of green bristlegrass I saw it in the teacher's hand, flopping, shaking, flopping and jumping. After a while, it turned into a puppy and gave it to me. I smiled. After a while, I turned into a kitten and gave it to me. I clapped my hands and jumped down. After a while, it turned into a furry bird and gave it to me. I'm flying around with it! ..... From that day on, we all like green bristlegrass, because our little hands become as dexterous as the teachers' hands.
5. What are the beautiful short poems?
Poetry 1: "Little Time and Space" I dream in the red orange after the rain, and you look around in the black and white in my eyes.
The trace of clear rain disappeared in the distance of white clouds. The reflection is clear to hear you sing softly, and the balance of laughter holds up hope and sunset.
The night is full of tears and rain, and the moonlight is wet beside me. Poetry 2: "Well, we won't wander together" Well, we won't wander together and spend this deep night, although this heart is still infatuated, although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can pierce the scabbard and the soul can pierce the chest, this heart has to stop breathing and love has to rest. Although night comes for love, it will soon be day, but in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together.
Poetry 3: "After Rain" Life can actually be a poem. If you can let me move forward slowly, I hope and look for it quietly.
As the twilight deepened, I walked through the unknown mud. In the dark clouds, I finally shed tears for everyone.
Missed or not missed encounters, life is always a poem in the end. My heart will be cleaner after the rainstorm.
If you wait, all the clouds. Poetry 4: Snowflakes are as silent and lonely as rain, falling one by one.
When the weather is cold, the cold crystal is looking for jade-like interweaving, like a flower like a dream. Send me a white maple leaf in the distant autumn.
The map on the leaves is our connection. I cover the earth with leaves. You missed that day, but you can still remember it.
Poetry 5: "Listening to the Night in the Deep Mountain" The mountain is always in the middle of the night, and everything is like a dream. What could be quieter than complete silence? More resistant to listening? No matter how long and busy the history is.
There will always be such a moment, and there is no need to argue, right? But what about the wind? You say. Wind? That is the transit of time.
Because occasionally a little. A little echo.
6. Beautiful short poems
On a quiet night, the full moon hangs quietly in the dark night, glowing with white light like water.
There is a veil-like mist wrapped around it, which makes it more hazy and melancholy. Such a dark night seems to be an airtight net. Moonlight comes up, September knocks on the window, and it falls into frost.
Moonlight, clear, revealing a touch of peace; Music, beautiful, releases a shallow romance. Mood, hazy, wrapped in deep intoxication.
I miss you quietly with a smile, showing loneliness and helplessness. What about you? Are you thinking about me, too? In any case, the days are always soft and warm, and the light green leaves of that tree have fallen, so the days of blooming are so short.
The lost years have gone with the moonlight. The yard is filled with a hint of Chinese medicine factory, vaguely intertwined, like a memorial hall.
My heart is vaguely looking for a once eternal existence. In a trance, it disappears.
Look up at the moon, lower your head to meditate, ride the moonlight, ride the bridge of words, and pay homage to these skinny thoughts in your spiritual home. I know that you are Bai Niao who flew past my window in the sky, just for a short stay.
Will eventually leave. Moonlight is your provocative wing, flying to eternity.
The west wing is full, and no one understands melancholy. Where is the lover? Unintentional sorrow is only under the brow, but in the heart. Moonlight, like your tenderness, flows through my heart, and there are countless past events in which we held hands. The past has been separated for too long, and it has become a sad song for a long time.
The moon is still there. The ups and downs are the thoughts of tonight, tactfully, the moonlight is vague.
I am hiding in the corner, thinking of you quietly, reading the words of rose dream. Counting the meaning of words in a book and knocking on every sentence of Happy Fei, how can a dumb show eyebrow shut out all love?
In the night sky, no one noticed my heartbreaking vanity, and no one understood my meticulous heart. There are tears in the bright moon and beads in the sky, and Wan Li has no words to send acacia.
I am wearing a gauze skirt in the moonlight, with a wisp of long hair floating, like a month's spirit, wandering on the shore of time, looking for it in the dream world. Moonlight is as cool, clear and clear as water; Missing is as soft and fragrant as poetry.
In the flow of time, I enriched myself, enriched the color of life, and made me realize that life was originally a life-and-death love, a silent drama and a long farewell song! The oath of vicissitudes of life will always disappear, and the heaviness of time will never stop the lightness of time. This is life, this is life, just like the poem "When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. "
These are for your reference, and you can intercept some of them appropriately. They are divided into segments.
7. Seek short and beautiful modern poems
1. Far and Near cares about you, watching me for a while and watching the clouds for a while.
I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. 2. "Accidental" Xu Zhimo I am a cloud in the sky. When it accidentally projects into your heart and disappears in an instant, you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy.
You and I met in the dark sea. 3. "Mistaken by mistake" Zheng Chouyu I hit the south of the Yangtze River and walked through those days when the face was like a lotus flower in those seasons, the east wind didn't come, and the catkins didn't fly in March. Your heart is like a lonely town, like a bluestone street leading to dusk.
4. "Alley" The alley of the ancient city is curved and long, with no doors or windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall. Chapter 1: "Stranding" ran aground in light blue water. Unload the dream of a boat, don't cross the wind on the other side, I'm leaving and I'm not coming back.
Chapter 2: "Reversing" is a habit, but I don't think my eyes have reversed existence. Going to the lake to see the reflection depends on the real world. Wow, everything on the ground is upside down! Actually, if you think about it, that's right. Food is the most important thing for people. When it grows out of the ground, it should be worshipped. Part 3: "Why do I always get hurt?" In this cold winter, it's like it's so cold that you can't breathe. Snowflakes float on your face and turn into cold tears. Our story, in this way, I ended and parted ways, watching you leave without saying a word, and I was lucky to stand in Amb Lee. Why do I always get hurt because I am too involved or too thorough? Why do I always get hurt because I believe in love too much or am obsessed with love too much? I always think of myself and others at the same time. I always feel that things are going too smoothly. Snowflakes are floating in the wind, and my lonely figure is shaking. I have to move sadly.
8. Modern short poems
Teach me how not to miss him. There are some clouds floating in the sky in Liu Bannong, and some breezes are blowing on the ground ... The breeze blows my hair and teaches me how not to miss him ... Such a honey-like silver night teaches me how not to miss him ... Swallow, what can you say to teach me how not to miss him? There is still some afterglow in the west that teaches me how not to miss her. Don't let Xu Zhimo gently in Cambridge. I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the beautiful shadow of the bride in the sunset, rippling in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be a pool under the shade of aquatic plants, not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky broken among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, swim back to a greener place on the grass, load a boat of starlight and sing in the splendor of starlight. However, I can't sing, quietly it 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 without taking away a cloud. Coal in the Furnace Guo Moruo, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness.
I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire. Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again.
Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love! To the Oak Tree Shuting If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Jinbao tree,/I will show off myself with your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity. /Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree.
/root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /But nobody understood us. /You have your copper branches and iron shafts. /Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd. /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,/like a heroic torch/we share the cold wave, lightning and thunder; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet.
Guo Moruo's Street Lamp in the Sky is far away/street lamp/clear, as if/flashing/countless/stars. The stars/stars/lights in the sky seem to be/burning/countless/street lamps.
I think there must be a/beauty/market in that/ethereal/air. Some things on display in the market must be the most valuable/worthless/strange in the world.
Look,/that shallow/Tianhe must be/not very/wide. The/Cowherd/Weaver Girl across the river.