A long and beautiful modern poem for oak 1
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
Long and Beautiful Modern Poetry 2 Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Long and Beautiful Modern Poetry March Light
I sang softly in the curved moonlight.
I won't be sad from now on.
Close your eyes and feel you by my side.
You are the warm moonlight.
Dandelions wander in the curved moonlight.
Like fireworks with a faint light.
Looking for the direction of happiness at night
Injuries are inevitable.
Dandelion sings on the winding path.
The stars lit up the windy place.
Drift with the wind to an unknown distance
The road to happiness may be long.
Who is there when you are sad?
Tears with me.
It doesn't matter if you are here.
How beautiful the moonlight is
I sang softly in the curved moonlight.
I won't be sad from now on.
Close your eyes and feel you by my side.
You are warm moonlight, and you are happy moonlight.
Beautiful modern poems in novelettes, 4 youthful poems.
Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal?
Nobody told me the answer,
Only meteors across the sky.
Are there any memories that can be moved?
Nobody told me the answer,
There are only seven rainbows after the rain.
How can you say,
A world without dreams is no longer beautiful?
Look at that child's innocent smile.
How can you say,
The night without lights no longer moves?
Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are young people.
We are bright stars in the night sky.
We don't follow the rules.
We are persistent eagles on the horizon.
Nothing can stop us.
Yearning for beauty
Nothing can control us.
Love of youth
The most beautiful lines of youth
It depends on us.
read aloud
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
Long and beautiful modern poem 5 special you
Time is running out.
You're not like us.
We play marbles.
You are quietly on the side.
Make cheongsam for dolls
rummage through chests and cupboards
Go through mom's sewing box.
I just want to find a suitable button.
Purple lines with Phnom Penh
You are always quiet.
I remember you like watching TV very much.
Look at this swallow.
Kanyiping
Watch dolphin bay lovers
And lavender
We are playing.
But you shed tears with the hero.
We laugh at you.
You smile and keep crying.
Quiet and silent
You always hide under the covers and climb on the pillow to draw pictures.
Only a few pencils.
You can sketch an image.
The crape myrtle you painted is so beautiful
I still remember it.
My uncle's paintings at school.
Still lying on the bookshelf in our room
The dust fell quietly.
Hey hey.
You stole it from our house, didn't you?
You always have your own treasure chest.
Put a seal on
Nobody moves.
Who moves? Who's the puppy?
Actually, you know what?
I was only in the fourth grade at that time.
I have seen the gift you made for the boys in our class.
This is a card.
Around the beautiful line
Like the ferris wheel
It also has words written on it.
It was written with a purple pen core with gold dots.
I can't read it.
be
You're the one with the secret.
then
You are in high school.
I only go home once a month.
Mom always calls you after class every night.
Talked for a long time
You look happy on the phone.
I thought you were always happy.
I thought you were free.
I thought you didn't like going home.
I thought you didn't miss us at all.
We've been thinking about you.
afterwards
You went to college.
You have lost weight.
You were really fat in high school, weren't you?
You've become beautiful, too
Your hairstyle keeps changing.
Finally, when I graduated,
You didn't dye your hair again.
I didn't change my hairstyle again.
straight
long
Scattered on the shoulders
You've become picky.
You seldom go home at first.
once
I haven't seen you for a long time
go on holiday/vacation
You ran to your classmate's house.
Mom was disappointed.
I'm so angry
Once again, I think you don't love this family.
at present
You left again.
Distant
People say this is your new home.
I don't believe it.
until one day
Tell me yourself.
You have chosen that person.
You must be together.
Once again I
Yes You're abandoning us.
I
Always look at your every departure from your own perspective.
no kidding
More disappointed
until one day
early morning
I was awakened by your phone call in my dream.
You told me excitedly
You're going to be a mother
I immediately
Excited to death
Forget all your leaving.
I only love you deeply.
I only feel sorry for my sister.
Suddenly feel
You can't leave yourself.
But life.
It is life that pushes us away.
You left the city.
We always talk about you.
We always plan the timetable.
We promised to visit you.
be
will go tomorrow
Go to your new home tomorrow.
Long and beautiful modern poetry 6 to the distance
The oceans and islands of time rise and fall,
A sampan full of desires,
After experiencing a series of risks,
Blindly blooming waves.
Has its own loneliness,
Flowers bloom as fast as wither,
Undulating waves,
Breathing faster and faster.
A pantomime doomed to disappear,
It's just a pile of spray,
Hit a rock,
There seems to be no turning back.
Until the pulse of life is washed away,
Stop in a second,
After disappearing into the distance,
Or go to hell laughing.
Seagulls fly like lightning,
Take freedom at will,
Blue liquid surges in the body,
They are the tears of the sea.
Whether praying or cursing,
Can't obstruct or retain,
The black hair of the earth is covered with armor,
Blue sky is redundant and helpless.
Escape the impulse to hit the coast,
What a vast expanse of water,
Can only return to silence,
Turn around and leave,
Surging water,
Erase meticulously.
Long and beautiful modern poetry 7 dreams
I dream,
Fly to the blue sky,
Spread your wings like a bird,
Flying in the clouds,
With my childhood dreams,
Fly freely into the distance.
I dream,
The blessing of love is always with you,
Sailing the boat with hope,
Wandering in the ocean,
Continue my childhood dream,
Happy and indulgent singing.
I dream,
Waving a sword,
I can enjoy flowers and trees,
Ride the rivers and lakes,
With my childhood dreams,
No matter how bitter and melancholy it is.
I dream,
Riding fast,
Serve the country and prosper,
Heroes are bold and unrestrained,
Show your childhood dreams,
Just for the paradise I yearn for.
I dream,
Fly to the blue sky,
Spread your wings like a bird,
Flying in the clouds,
With my childhood dreams,
Fly freely into the distance.
Eight modern long poems dedicated to youth
We are covered with wings full of sunshine,
In youth posts,
With Peng Pai's blood,
With hands that greet the sun.
Push open the door of light and hope,
In order to find the light of youth,
We are burdened with ideals countless times.
Set out with the stroke of midnight.
Full of surging passion,
Pursuing the glory of our youth,
Maybe the road to youth is long,
The road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns.
But we can learn from our ideals,
Taking action as the latitude,
Constantly trudging towards distant goals,
In the time tunnel.
Drill the sky blue with sharp eyes,
Let the excited heart cross the endless sky like a sharp arrow,
Shoot deep into the universe,
Stick to the last moment of life.
The bell of hope rang the dawn time and space,
I believe that the sunshine every morning will make the sky brighter.
Long and beautiful modern poetry 9 causes struggle.
Every morning when I wake up,
Dawn lights up the world,
We opened it,
The journey of dreams,
Go to that challenging distance.
Despite the storm and lightning,
What is unshakable is our eyes,
Even if the waves are rough,
Never give up is our common belief.
In this battle to defend dreams,
We only have one oath,
Be fearless and make a difference.
All the gentleness and strength that have experienced the storm,
All the troubles and growth of youth without regrets,
All the ideals and propaganda that shout to the future,
All the love and madness rushed out of the bundle.
At this point, generate,
Announce to the world,
We are proud and confident!
On the young battlefield,
We fight with swords,
We cried and laughed,
Tired, injured,
The person who wins in the end will grow and gain.
Beautiful modern poem novella 10 wings of youth
I like lying in bed alone,
Let the wind take away the scattered moonlight,
Blowing into my warm room,
Oblique microwave quietly accompany me to sleep.
I like to lean against the window alone,
Let the morning glow walk out of the window,
Through the gauze curtain as thin as cicada's wings,
Gently touch my sleepy face.
I like to walk into the mountains alone,
Quiet as a cocoon,
Without the interference of the complex world,
Then freely realize your dreams.
I like to sit at the table alone,
Turn on the beloved player,
Let melodious music permeate your heart.