Modern Poetry Essay 1 Me, On the Road ...
Listening to the shallow singing of the wind
It said it was going far away.
Want to walk with dandelions?
I saw a deserted field.
There is no fragrance of flowers
The scarecrow stood alone.
No one found its sadness.
In a noisy town
Crowded street
I heard the boy playing an old acoustic guitar.
Singing distant dreams
Submerged in the dim light of night after night.
I guess
entrain for somewhere
Leaning against the window alone.
Looking at the rapidly retrogressive scenery outside the window.
next stop
I'm still on my way. ...
Essays on Modern Poetry 2 Essays on Mood
A breeze blew through the rose garden;
Quiet time, slowly passing between looking up.
Tanabata half moon, silently shining on me,
Spread my heart and clouds.
The string moon gently opens the eyes I am looking for;
Gaze quietly, looking for traces of meeting.
The familiar road is full of us,
Walking together, the footprint of love.
A rose blooms between singing and singing;
If your eyes are warm.
Pull back memories and look for the highlights of missing;
The wind is coming, as gentle as your babbling.
Miss happiness
Write a song for you
Beautiful happiness
Bind me forever
There is no need to turn back.
Follow in your footsteps.
Seek a kind of freedom
Belongs to the tenderness I imagined.
forever and always
When I suddenly look back
Look at your past climate.
This is my sorrow.
Fortunately, this time it is not as old as it used to be.
I am swimming happily now.
Happiness is with you.
I'm finally not busy enough.
Now I am more free than I thought.
I see. After all,
This is my pursuit.
Xingfu Liu Chao
Modern Poetry Essays 3 Black, white and gray thoughts, like a cold air mass, will eventually meet the people who have left? Synthetic hometown snow.
Look at the goose feathers flying all over the sky, not inferior to the brocade book in the clouds.
Dark clouds in my hometown.
It would be great if it kept snowing.
As a black swan.
Magpies reinforced their nests early.
The north wind often sweeps the willow dream of Hao Han birds on the dead branches.
Hungry and anxious, wait.
Dementia fish in glaciers. Dead water or turtle mud.
I'm afraid the shell snail has become an empty shell ice age.
As long as there is a breath of oxygen, take my old fin as a new sail.
Plan your pain.
Thick clouds in my hometown.
If it continues to snow, it will add new worries.
The ancient earth-like hope is covered by layers.
Pine, bamboo and plum wrapped in silver show a pile of green and red.
Like a statue dyed by wind, rain and frost, a smile emerges.
A smile as beautiful as flowers and jade.
There is a stubborn way to make you look young.
Memories as soft as wine sublimate when they fall into ice.
When the illusion of walking on thin ice followed, it sank again.
Your letter is like a pine needle pointing out the new green,
Bamboo grove launched the first material that only owes the east wind.
Snow water in my hometown. A few tears.
The wet soil in my hometown. Rich thoughts, waiting for your efforts.
Hundreds of acres of fertile land, cultivated land in the wild and remote corners are all being fried.
If it snows again, it will be lovely.
If it snows again, it will be sad.
The vision of native silkworms, the connotation of weeds seeds and the sharpness of thorns.
Eventually, the snow will melt again.
Like swallows on the roof of the west wing.
Modern Poetry Essay 4 My brother asked me to recommend some modern poems for him to read, and the poems suddenly penetrated into my mind, causing my regret. How many years have you not read poetry carefully? Counting by fingers, it has been six years. The boy who was fascinated by poetry is gone.
The first reading I fell in love with was a novel, and I only felt the ups and downs from the story. Later, I liked prose very much, and the expression of narrative lyric scenery in prose was sublimated. Until now, my love for prose is still not gradual, I love that kind of truth. First of all, I forgot to eat and sleep for a while. I was fascinated by poetry, with elegant and fluent language, profound and noble artistic conception, myriad images, picturesque words and the most emotional lyrics.
Speaking of my love for poetry, I liked a girl in my class when I was sixteen. At that time, teenagers felt that nothing in the world could compare with her, only the sacredness and nobility of poetry could compare with her. Before I knew nothing about poetry, I was afraid and avoided everywhere. At this time, I am looking forward to a better life. In a summer vacation, I came into contact with a large number of Chinese and foreign modern poems. I opened the bookcase, hid the poem and read it carefully. I copied the chapters and paragraphs about love and recited them in the early hours of the morning. Years later, I can still remember a few words.
Since then, my attitude towards poetry has changed, from simple enthusiasm to rational analysis. I also have a favorite poet. Chaucer's love poems written by this English poet are straightforward, authentic and believable, which touched my teenager's heart. Keats, Schiller, Shelley, Byron, Goethe, petofi, Pushkin, Monletov ... these great poets impressed me. "Everything in the world is unique, aren't you and me?" Shelley's words are still imprinted on my mind. "May the person you love love you as much as I do." Pushkin can bless you like this. I don't want to read all their works carefully, but I can feel the mystery in different worlds and experience another extreme life by studying several of their masterpieces.
Everyone knows the past glory of China's poetry, and no one can't recite a good poem or two. But China's modern poetry was born too late, and he was a giant as soon as he was born. There was little development after that. Later, it got Parkinson's disease, and now it is confusing. Hu Shi, who was first advocated, followed suit. That era should be the era of producing excellent poems. Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Liu Baifa, Liu Bannong, Yu Pingbo, Bing Xin, Xu Zhimo, Lin, Ai Qing, Zheng, Dai Wangshu, Bian ... There are countless poets, which are divided into Crescent School, September School, kuya School and Now School. Every faction is excellent, which is really admirable. Lu Xun's Wild Grass, Guo Moruo's The Good Earth, My Dear Mother, and Liu Bannong's Teach Me How Not to Think About Her … In modern times, there are also a group of people holding flags, such as Yu Guangzhong, Xi Murong, Beidao, Gu Cheng, Shu Ting, Haizi … Yu Guangzhong's Waiting for You, White Jade Bitter Melon in the Rain, Xi Murong's Seal, etc.
At present, the poet is clouded all of a sudden, and he can't find any more desirable sentences. More people write poems than read them. Maybe you don't need poetry these days. Online games in fantasy novel are very popular. I won't say it again. Say it again and I'll throw up.
I really should say, looking back, I am ashamed of doing nothing and regret wasting my time. I have no face to talk about poetry, but I live in a drunken body. Most of the beautiful things registered by sporadic memories have been lost through browsing. How old will you look for it?
Modern Poetry Essays Open the window at dawn in May,
The stars also crowded in.
In 20xx, among firecrackers and fireworks,
Sit quietly beside me.
Writing is not limited to reality,
Pen and xx pocket,
The keyboard is banging on the virtual space.
Thoughts spread in the night sky.
Baidu unknown knowledge,
World friendship.
Search out all the goods,
Ali's national enterprises,
Network my world.
Meteors across the sky,
I don't know whose naughty child this is,
Fireworks are being set off
Firecrackers never make an appointment,
Welcome to get into your ear.
The new year has just arrived,
The Spring Festival continues.
The New Year is like a huge computer file.
It takes 365 days to download.
3.5% has been downloaded now.
Open the bottle,
Fill your cup again.
Please raise my glass in the new year.
Want me to drown my sorrows in wine.
Essays on Modern Poetry 6 Are you like me?
Because I heard a voice
That distant and long-lost note
It always makes your heart beat faster.
All the repressed emotions condensed and broke out at that moment.
Are you like me?
Meet such a person
It's obviously a reunion after a long separation.
But pretend you're just a deja vu passer-by
All the noise in the world will end in silence.
Are you like me?
Want to have a higher pursuit
Mei Wen
But again and again succumbed to the temptation of money.
Am I my own master or a slave to life?
Think that all you have is the last one.
Are you like me?
How many times have you imagined the trip you just left?
But I always can't find the capital to give myself willfulness.
I hope I can see through life one day.
You can turn away from the world smartly.
Modern Poetry Essays 7 On Flower Foshan, Clusters of Mountain Flowers.
My heart is blue when I open the can.
Corners of the mouth, jumped out of a smile.
Like to laugh, I am silent in the crowd.
It wants to tell me, the idea of fear.
Deeper than the water in Wulongtan.
It is as diligent in smiling as I am in smiling.
I mean reading Gu Teng with a little knowledge.
If someone comments on me, or
Tell me its name and I'll remember it.
Some poets remember its loveliness.
Naughty, it rained happily the night before.
Smooth the wrinkles on its smiling face, but don't erase them.
I'm tired of walking between mountain roads.
I suddenly became jealous, like a Huang Die.
Like a bird, fly around its blue.
The hovering eagle took it away with a bird's eye view.
My heart looks up like sunshine.
Carve countless tree shadows to make a Gu Teng.
You chase after me and keep climbing.
Climb up again, and the shadow will get longer and longer in the sun.
The higher you climb, the more tired the vine stops.
Looking back, I saw the cluster of mountain flowers and its smile.
I collected some, but it's like a glass of wine.
Drunk the whole sun.
I really want to give a lion roar and wake those people up.
My brother who wrote poetry, but I missed it.
Dance in a blue skirt and walk in that one.
On the mountain road with Buddha attached.
A cluster of mountains blooms in my heart.
But it locked my mortal body into a Buddha.
Essays on Modern Poetry 8 I have heard the sound of the wind.
But I didn't see you.
I touched the cold rain.
But I can't feel your tenderness
regrettable
The wind doesn't suit me.
regrettable
This rain is not frozen ice to me.
whether or not
You too
Forget me in loneliness.
I still remember the early summer of that year
I walked in the alley with you.
But you can't hear our confused heartbeat.
I just feel my face burning with heat.
I remember you wearing a white shirt.
brick by brick
Going The Distance
The rainy season that year
Tears flow through
But not less than half a point.
I love you
This is disorderly love.
Or ignorant?
Who knows?
This is a scratch
Or the tears I shed?
I'm scared.
You are like the wind.
Touch gently
Without a trace.
I'm sorry
You are like rain.
drop from the sky
Disappear into the air again
Do you know
My love for you
Like, like the wind and rain.
Little by little.
Do you know
Your memory of me
Like wind and rain.
Drop by drop.
I don't know
This so-called love
Like wild fruit.
Green and bitter
That's definitely not what I meant .../Can I say that? ...
Our story
The story is not over yet.
It should be over.
Modern poetry and prose are ten percent thin and half-baked. Press the world of mortals lightly, and monopolize the world of mortals. Pick up a fragrant tea and decorate it with half-wick sandalwood. A person alone on a mountain, a person feel at ease all his life.
Riding on the breeze, the moon is loose. Relying on the sunset alone, telling a lifetime. Write some parallel prose and sing some parallel prose. Gently close the door, and the afterlife will be bleak. Those mottled poems are deposited on the wall of history. The more you read a poem, the thicker it becomes, the thinner it becomes, and the lighter it becomes.
So, in this clear water and autumn clouds, I forgot my past fate. ...
Moonlight night, short matsuoka. I hate the end of the world, and dusk goes against the sunset. What kind of mentality is that? Never think, never forget.
Lying quietly in the wind, watching you brush through the clouds. Like a private whisper. Quietly passed by my ear. In a flash, it disappeared without a trace. The letter is splashed with ink, and the beautiful long and short sentences are outlined with heart. Unconsciously, I was used to Leng Yue Changfeng and forgot the changes of the world. ...
I think we have met. Otherwise, why are your blurred eyes always lingering? You chose the night and invited Xiaoyue in the mountains. But how can the moon read your loneliness? The moonlight is too cold, and the coolness slips through your heart. Who ever worried that your life as thin as a butterfly coat was unbearable? So, you fantasize that you are a pure and beautiful poem, which gradually fades away in the clear water and autumn clouds. ...
Like a pot of scented tea. Unlike fragrant jasmine, unlike leisurely Pu 'er. Just a pot of scented tea. Flat and light, you can taste the world. Bitterness slowly drops from your mouth. What remains in my heart is the endless fragrance. People seem to be drunk, hazy and unwilling to wake up for a long time. ...
Tea should be managed, and wine should be drunk. I put my glass in front of you, but why don't you drink it with me? Let it be! Let it be! You don't need to drink this muddy wine made of pine flowers ... You know what I mean!
Do you remember what you once said to me? ...
A cup of tea, a pot of thin wine, a lifetime of youth, a lifetime of booze …
A wisp of empty incense is here, and it is difficult to heal in the empty place.
Even if we met, how could we not know? Dust, temples like frost. ...
You know: you are my past life …
Modern Poetry Essay 10 I am an ordinary person with extraordinary experience. Several times I tried to avenge the injustice of the world, broke into the officialdom and negotiated with officials, all to no avail. Now, we can only wait and do nothing. Looking forward to someone's assistance and support, I was in a dilemma in the face of difficulties, so I had to look at it and write a poem to vent my grievances.
There is a lot of pressure on the head
Set foot on the road of Ningni
Go through a few customs.
stumble
Just to meet one of you.
hear about
You are an upright and talented person.
Another charming beauty.
Out of admiration, admiration
But also for everyone's entrustment.
Came to a place where no one dared to go.
See but not see.
I'm afraid I'll disturb your work.
You can't say it when you say it.
I don't know where to start.
Out of frustration
You have to sit still
Quietly waiting for your appearance
Quietly waiting for your inquiry
Day after day, year after year
It's another late autumn
I can't see your performance
therefore
Tired of being huddled in your own pavilion.
Plan your future.
No matter what you do.
My heart is always sunny.
With your support and my talent.
There will always be a good result
Lonely people are not lonely.
A broken heart always heals.
Just without your help.
Can't realize my ideal.
Can't be recognized by the public
Since we have no chance.
Let me be romantic with Hua Shan.
And finally turn into dirt together.
Be a flower escort
Next year, release my energy again.
I hope you will do your duty.
This is the mood of a depressed person for a long time, and it is also the mood of a person who can't walk. Can only stay, can't move forward.
As we all know, everyone is aggressive. Without potential, we cannot make progress. I have experienced ups and downs in my life, and I always want to jump out of the circle and enjoy a lively and chic life. You can't take this step, you can only wait and see.
Even if there is no great achievement in this life, we must strive for the world. Because I come from China, I am a patriot and a person. I want to pursue my ideals and struggle on the road of life.
What's next? It looks like a rainy year.
Modern Poetry Essays 1 1 Poetry is not immutable.
Its trend is like running water as always.
As soon as it touches fertile land, it rustles and churns.
The feeling of flying down from the cold at the top.
How much praise have you received from the world?
As for the retreat and advance of poetry
Different emotions have different reactions.
It is under the gravity of the earth that the tides advance and retreat in an orderly manner.
Freedom is just its shape.
So seagulls can sing in the wind.
The essence of poetry is like the purity of running water.
It will paddle quietly.
Purified can return to conscience.
A drop of water is enough to make your mouth smell good.
Moist beauty makes poetry spread.
It is not only the form, but the expansion of the content.
Just like a drop of pure water, it can reflect the brightness of the sun.
Poetry is the fulcrum of foresight, find the fulcrum.
You can shake the earth.
Cheer for the proper movement of poetry.
It is necessary to stimulate inner energy.
When the waves splash in the ideal realm
Painting with poetry is a blessing on earth.
Everyone clapped and cheered.
This is the shortcut to love.
A paragraph can last forever.
Let poetry be the lifeblood of jumping
Melt into blood
Throat, the height of this poem
Only in this way can a real saussurea involucrata be opened on the snowy mountain.