I will help you find some modern poems I have read:
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Yongming Zhai's monologue is called a model of female poetry.
I, a fantasy, am full of the charm of the abyss.
Born by chance. Earth and sky
The two are one, you call me a woman.
Strengthened my body.
I am a white feather as soft as water.
You hold me in your hand, and I will hold the world.
Dressed, in the sun
I'm so dazzling that you can't believe it.
I am the gentlest and most sensible woman.
See through everything but share everything.
Longing for a winter, a long night
I want to hold your hand and take my heart as the boundary.
But my attitude in front of you is a fiasco.
When you left, my pain
Spit my heart out of my mouth.
Who is forbidden to kill you with love?
The sun rises for the whole world! I only did it for you.
Concentrate the most hateful tenderness on your whole body.
From head to toe, I have my own way.
A cry for help, the soul can also reach out?
My blood can turn my sea
Hold high to the foot of sunset, who remembers me?
But I remember more than just my life.
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Speaking of Yongming Zhai, when it comes to female poetry and independent consciousness, we should mention Shu Ting. For example, to go to Oak Tree and goddess peak, you should search online.
Yongming Zhai is a poetry group, so this group of poems in the Woods also need to be read well, in the name of women and in the name of love. -"Give it to him."
As long as you want, I love, I will pay.
For you-my soul, my body.
Ivy's soft arms,
Lily-like lips,
Are waiting for you.
Love swells the master's heart;
Gentle longing, like the tide looking for the beach,
Drown you.
What's the use of bright eyes,
If you are not reflected in it;
Like a night without stars,
The quiet pond is also dim.
Late at night, I can only send messengers with wings.
With precious promises and painful thoughts,
It came back sadly-your window fell asleep.
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Ji Xian's Your Name is a unique love poem. There is not a love word in the poem, but the neglected name of the other party is chosen as the object of chanting, and extraordinary artistic wine is brewed in the ordinary.
With the lightest sound in the world,
Whispering your name every night.
Write down your name,
Draw your name,
Dreaming of your glorious name.
Like the sun, like the stars, your name.
Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.
Like a flying spark, like lightning, your name.
Like the burning of the virgin forest, your name.
Carve your name,
Carve your name on the tree,
Carve your name on the immortal tree of life.
When this plant grows into a towering old tree,
Ah, that's good, that's good,
Your name is even bigger.
It's big. Your name.
Here we go. Your name.
So, call your name gently and gently.
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Speaking of names, I remembered the words in Xi Murong's prayer: "Give me another nice name/so that he can whisper to me at night/so that those …" Most of Xi Murong's poems and love poems are readable. If you don't really understand this sentence, you will think that she has been lovelorn: "When you left silently, everything you said or didn't say was forgotten." Of course, I won't go into details here.
Let's look at the "echo" of love.
I don't remember how thin you are.
As thin as a flute
Try to hold you in both hands.
You hide between seven holes.
By the river, I suddenly saw
His grassy face.
They clamored to become daffodils.
I don't care if there is a row of geese on my head.
Say something
You keep asking:
"A thousand years later, when I became a piercing call,
Where will you be? "
I'm still in the mountains.
Still standing like a cliff.
Especially for you.
Create a bleak echo
I haven't found this poem typed from memory on the internet yet. Maybe there is a mistake in the paragraph.
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Mr. Love's love poems are still great. For example, Beyond Smoke and Because of the Wind, if you like, you can directly search for love poems to read. He is called the poet demon, but it has great fame.
The following is a question and answer of love: dialectics of love.
Weisheng lives under the beam with that woman. If the woman doesn't come, the water won't go, and she will cling to the housing beam.
-"Zhuangzi". Pirates "
Formula 1: I'll wait for you in the water.
Knee-deep
Underwater abdomen
Inch by inch to the throat.
Two eyes floating on the river.
Still bright
Looking at a bluestone path.
Listen to the rustling of thistle grass under nepotism.
every day
Month after month
Up and down thousands of times in my swollen body
The moss on the stone pillar is lifelike.
The arms are covered with oysters.
Hair, like a nest of water snakes wrapped in rapids.
Hold the pier tightly.
I'm in the money? Waiting for you.
I will wait for you in the water.
Huolai
I'll wait for you in the ashes
Second: I'll wait for you under the bridge.
The wind is crazy, and the rain is as urgent as the sound of shoes crossing the bridge.
Is it your hasty appointment?
Take that.
You and I * * * are holding a small umbrella in the drizzly dusk.
A pocket full.
Clouds and small copper coins.
Jingle oath
I'll wait for you under the bridge.
Waiting for you to run in the rain
The river has risen.
Rushing to the feet and waist, you will be immersed in the mouth of exclamation.
The vortex gradually expanded to the dead man's face.
I began to have a fear of the current.
Cold, lonely, empty
Like a fish after spawning.
I'm sure you won't come
The so-called wish to be a lovebird in heaven
I sadly plucked a white feather.
Then land and leave.
I am heartless
Only blame the water for coming faster than you.
A bunch of roses was swept away by the waves.
It will fall into your hands one day.
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When I mentioned Xi Murong just now, I have to talk about Wang Guozhen, such as silent feelings, which can still be read.
There will always be times like this.
Ai sureba koso
Just sneak away.
Avoid profit.
What I can't hide is that.
Silent feelings
Walking in the moonlight
Wandering in sleep
Emotional problem
I often don't understand.
You don't want love.
It's not that I don't love.
I'm scared.
Love is also a kind of injury.
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The next one is about Yu Guangzhong, who not only writes about homesickness. Love poems are also good. For example, Lover's blood is particularly red and Waiting for you in the rain are all very good.
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you, outside time, outside time, waiting for you,
In an instant, eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock.
Suddenly you came.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
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Hmm ~ I feel stuck at once, so say two more songs.
Lin's "That Night" and "You are April Day".
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's grace, and you are, 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
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
The following is Zheng Chouyu's The Outer Edge of the Buddha, and the poem of the prodigal poet is quite good. Things like "mistake" are basically familiar to everyone. It is not a beautiful mistake to tear to death for the noise of a group of women. All that was left for them was the dust behind the hooves. After all, he is just a passer-by. "Loneliness may be good for women" ...
She came in and said, I want to stay.
Only from the ocean age to childhood
You come and give me 108 relics.
It is said that it is the acacia bone that sparked before.
Use the center line of bodhi tree rings
String a rosary for time.
Unless you invite me to sit with you in this life.
In a lonely cave with dangerous peaks
One yin and one yang, two bodies.
Count the rosary silently and sit opposite each other through the ages.
My demon hides at night. How did you know?
When I picked flowers, the devil was smiling.
108 stupid words written by hand in each dynasty.
I'm afraid I have a guilty conscience like an ox and practice like a wool.
You only need to stay for an hour.
This relic has been integrated into my mind.
Bodhi tree is a part of my life.
I do not see any at all. I do not see any at all. You just think
A kiss as cool as dew is printed on the lips.
Let's stop here, it's also very troublesome to sum up. Love is an eternal topic. Songs from ancient times have been sung like this, and they will continue to sing. If we still need it, we'll talk about it then.