The bright morning star disappeared in the sky.
The source of light sinks into boundless chaos and darkness.
This magnificent palace is falling down.
Just like this world.
The vast ruins extend in all directions under your feet.
Distant glory has been buried under the soil.
Abandoned in this land
fearless fighter
But fell on the battlefield.
The wonderful piano sound has been silenced.
The strings are broken and the joy is gone.
The war resumed.
The clang of spears.
Horrible killing and crying.
Still ringing in my ears
Where is the hero?
The world is full of bloody killings.
2. A modern poem about war "If there is a war in the distance"
Author/Yu Guangzhong
There is a war in the distance, don't cover your ears.
You shouldn't dream, but listen when you are ashamed.
You shouldn't cover your nose, you should take a deep breath.
The burning smell is bad? Your ears should be
Listen to grenades
To preach the truth? Motto? Medal? Supply?
Can you satisfy your unsatisfied desires?
War is destroying a distant country.
An armored vehicle severely ran over Chun Lv.
There are teenagers calling for their mother's bloody body.
Call for an unknown tomorrow
If a Muslim cremates himself,
The white headscarf glowed with despair.
Burning limbs cling to nirvana
Because of an invalid gesture. because
We are on the field and they are on the battlefield.
Sow peace in the dust.
We should be afraid or grateful.
Fortunately, it is interception, not interception.
We are players, not enemies.
There is a war in the distance, such a war.
There is war in the distance, and we are in the distance.
Friend, if we are far away.
Beyond foam
Author/Love
I heard the story of a cloud fisherman by the Wuding River.
He came from the water.
The age of wandering
Where can I find the bank of this river?
End of the day
The row of willows on the shore is not very happy, but there is some moonlight.
Floating on the water
Tears begin in our bodies.
Stir up ripples
War is one thing.
Immortality is another matter.
Mortar shells collided with the forehead at high altitude.
It is bound to set off a strong wind of collapse
therefore
There is a bronze statue here.
There is a bronze statue over there.
We do have a bunch.
Blink for no reason
foam
3. What are the modern poems about the war that are about to be written for Qi Jiguang's north-south drive? Jiang lace grass smiled and said, 360 days in a year are horizontal Goma. Zhang Jiayu (an anti-Qing hero in the late Ming Dynasty) was desolate, while the west wind was cold in Leng Yue, and the battlefield was covered with horses. The story of the hero will eventually make Khan Lin Xiang leave Guazhou and go to Zheng Jinling to pay tribute. He vowed to destroy Hu Xiongshi in Linjiang and try his best to swallow Wu. Try to see the moat and cross the river. Don't believe that Chibi in the Central Plains is not surnamed Zhu, nor are Du Mu and Shen Shatie.
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home. Ran Yan didn't return to nothing.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People are insomnia.
General with white hair and tears, Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian's secretary Wu's return to his hometown. Author: The north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar's Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The vast sea dried up, thousands of feet ice, dark clouds bleak, Wan Li condensed. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
4. What are the modern war poems that lead to war?
You should be satisfied.
When thousands of prosperity becomes barren
When the progress of civilization stops from now on
You make the air no longer calm.
You made peace disappear forever.
But why can't you hear the child crying?
That iron face
Or your boundless indifference
You should be satisfied.
When you realize the expected desolation
When you finally take away yesterday's sunshine
You made the fairy tale world disappear forever.
You let despair forge your blood sword.
But why can't you see the eyes of the mother who lost her child?
Why did you put that cold bullet?
Mechanical feed into gun bore
You should be satisfied.
That blue sky
The blood red you have dyed.
And you finally become more and more numb.
Died in the killing.
Your steps are still calm.
Put away your sinful hands.
My poor children.
Do you know
This ridiculous game
Has lost the ending.
No matter how dissatisfied you are.
Even turned around and stubbornly shot me.
I want to tell you everything.
Life is given by God.
You have no right to take it away.
5. What are the modern poems describing war? This is the most famous war poem in the world: life is precious, love is more expensive, so throw them away when you have time-petofi's Sorrow for Greece (selected poems by Byron)-Sorrow for Greece [size=3] (Don Juan, Chapter 3) A Greek archipelago, a beautiful Greek archipelago! The fiery Sappho sang a love song here; Here, the art of war and peace thrives, Delos rises, and Apollo leaps out of the sea! The eternal summer also gilded the island, but everything was depressed except the sun.
Kaio's muse, Dio's muse, hero's harp and lover's pipa have won a reputation on your other side, and now they are dumb in this birthplace; Oh, that song has spread to the far west, far exceeding the "island paradise" of your ancestors. Watch the marathon in the three hills-watch the vast waves in the marathon; I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour, dreaming that Greece was still free and happy; Because when I stand on the grave of Persia, I can't imagine being a slave.
A king sat high on the top of a stone mountain, watching sausages stand overseas; Thousands of ships are parked at the foot of the mountain, and how many teams are still under his command! He counted them at dawn, but where were they at sunset? Well, where are they now? And you, my country? In the silent land, the hero's ode is now silent-the hero's heart is no longer stirring! Did your solemn harp fall into my hands? Sixth, being a slave nation, although the honor is declining, at least, the anxiety of a patriot makes me blush when writing songs; Because, what can a poet do here? Shame on the Greeks, tears for the Greek country. Do we have to cry and be ashamed of time? -Our ancestors bled.
Earth! Send back some spartan bones from your weapon! Even if you give us three of the 300 warriors, you must revive Demebili's battle of death! Eight what, still silent? All is silent? Don't! You listen to the waterfall sound of ancient souls in the distance. They replied, "as long as a living person climbs the mountain, we will come, we will come!" " Hey! It's just that the living ignore it. Forget it, forget it; Try another tone: drink a glass of Samos! Leave the war to the Turkish barbarians and let the grapes in Austria bleed! Listen, how warmly every drunkard responds to this disgraceful call! You still have Pirick's dancing skills, but where is Pirick's phalanx? These are two lessons. Why do you only remember one of them and forget the noble and strong one? Cadmus made fonts for you. -Did he teach them to be slaves? Fill Samos' wine glass by glass! In that case, let's put the topic aside! This wine once made Anacreon a sacred song; Yes, he gave in to Apollo Clerides, a tyrant, but this tyrant is at least our country.
A tyrant in Sonisas is the most loyal friend of freedom: Oh, I hope we can have a tyrant as smart as him now, who will unite us not to be bullied! One or three glasses of Samos! On the rocks in Suri, on the shore of Baja, there lived a brave descendant of a family, worthy of being raised by the mother of Sparta. There, perhaps the seeds have been spread, which is a true biography of Hercules' bloodline. Don't rely on westerners for the cause of freedom, they have a king who does business; Local swords and local soldiers are the only hope of charging; But Turkish force and Latin deception will break through your shield from the outside.
One or five glasses of Samos! Our girls are dancing in the shade-I see their black eyes shining, but looking at every bright girl, my eyes are fascinated by hot tears. Are these breasts to be fed to slaves? Let me climb the cliff of Sunia, I can hear each other whispering, let me die like a swan; I don't want the slave country to belong to me-just break that Samos glass.
6. Modern poems about war have given me some sunny days.
Author: Huo Jialu
Peach blossom slice
You have to give me some sunny days.
Don't let my peach blossom drift away.
Those soldiers who attacked at night in the long night in the northwest
It is easy to break through the thin market of peaches.
I was playing in the city that night.
Hiding behind a core, listening to Ma Si in an empty city.
Those white castles call for the wind to leave.
Peach knows nothing about war but fate.
The wind is blowing all over the floor, reading classics one by one, and being happy.
Silence after cold is called beautiful misfortune.
Those powder ytterbium in the sun can't stop flashing and shouting.
My lips are like withered petals this season.
I avoided the sun because my peach blossoms didn't go ashore.
Beside the fingertip
Yingchun tablets
Those bright yellow branches
Growing up in the dust raised by horseshoes
I rode a fast horse across the street.
My city is a boudoir full of flowers.
The flower leaning on the bed reading is me.
In that man's eyes, it is day and night.
His eyes can't see the stars.
I built a constellation on my stomach to build his narrow pond.
Dare not take root, for fear of hurting the water.
The water flowing into the palm print twists and turns, floating with the flame of spring.
Flame can't fit into the bag of this life.
Curtains must carry my flame and the drifting west wind.
I went up the mountain with yellow.
The soil it occupies just places the third button.
Fingertip weakness
Fingertips of the snow, my fingertips are forced back.
Yellow is an impossible distance.
Phoenix feathers have been flying for a whole season.
My northern white hair is like frost.
Along the loess, dripping from the mouth of Phoenix is the end of time.
Nowadays, thin horses are like walls.
Flowers bloom all over the world.
That yellow is wandering.
LZ can choose one.
7. The veil torn by modern war poems (anti-war poems)
-Because it's called greed and rape.
You can't hide it forever!
Both ends of the black-and-white cycle
Gray pounded the scales.
It is said that it is a hotbed of rest.
All the sisters are dead.
The tune stopped because of the robe sleeve.
The boy in robe sleeve calls his father every day.
More people stand up fundamentally.
Collect a leaf
Farewell to mother
The stone horse fell on the grass,
The memory of a cripple stepping on the battlefield,
Many crickets are singing.
Nest in its sideburns every night.
Rusty sword
Hanging in the glass cabinet of the museum,
It is said that it is for people to see.
This is priceless.
The boy is writing on the old glass.
Saw his old friend swallows fly by.
"Swallow swallow, you tell me.
Paper window grilles in the former residence
Why are you wearing a new yarn? "