Modern Poetry 1 Hope praises love.
Xi Murong
in fact
I am looking forward to it
Just for a moment.
I never asked you to give me your life.
If we can be on the hillside full of gardenias.
Meet you
I can love you once when I leave.
therefore
long-lived
No, it was just a moment when I looked back.
Modern love hymn 2 "First Love"
Shimazaki Tōson.
Remember the first meeting under the apple tree?
Your dark clouds have just been tied up.
A carving comb is inserted obliquely on the head.
With a face as beautiful as flowers and jade
You warmly extend your white and delicate hand.
Tuck the apple into my arms.
Slightly flushed autumn fruit
Just like our relationship.
But I accidentally spit.
Gently landed on your temple.
The cup of happiness and love
Fill your sweetness and gentleness.
In that apple orchard
There is a natural road.
Ask me shyly.
Who stepped out first?
Modern poem 3 "To the Oak Tree" praises love.
Shu Ting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself 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 your height,
Set off your 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 understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
Modern poem 4 "Song of Migratory Birds" is praising love.
We are a group of migratory birds,
Fly into the prison in winter;
At the green dawn,
Explore the end of the world
Let the fallen feathers,
Fall on the girl's head;
Let strong wings,
Hold up the sun.
We swept through the dark clouds,
Shake your temples over the rainbow;
We gently brushed the wind,
Flying pocket is full of songs.
This is our cry,
The iceberg was scared to cry;
Is our ridicule,
Ross blushed with shame.
North, hometown,
Please accept our dream:
Trees grow from every crack in the ice,
Bells and bells full of joy ...
Modern poem 5 "The Flowering Tree" praises love.
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I am already in front of the Buddha.
Begging for 500 years
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
It is my withered heart