Modern Poetry on Beauty (Excerpted from Beautiful Modern Poetry) 1. Excerpts from beautiful modern poems
Beautiful modern poetry 1
Chimonanthus praecox is fragrant
The moonlight spilled all over the floor.
I raise my cup.
Even if it's just a petal.
Also moved.
A path soaked in moonlight.
As clear as last night.
The bridge is flowing and the smoke is filled.
How many farewells and reunions?
I can't see the path I've taken.
Snowflakes jumped back and forth between the treetops.
Recall some past events
play
sadder
Take it one by one
Baptism of snow
Wake up in winter
The way home melted calm.
Waiting for a white dress
The sadness of tender thoughts.
It's beautiful. Modern poetry ii
blue sky
A few leaves are flying.
Dancing branches
And a stiff body
A whisper beside the eardrum
This is a sign of winter.
The bird curled up on the branch.
Pay attention to happiness
Wandering peacefully in a dream
Wandering in the dust
In the rising age
The soul is lost in the snowy north.
Wintersweet last winter
Still released in my arms
Take away the light of the stars.
Pierce the frost
Go far away
Watch in cold winter
Slowly grow roots in your heart.
Pick up worn-out luggage
I remember the last time I left was in autumn.
Winter in my hometown
It seems that it has always been like this.
Come with us.
The joys and sorrows of one journey after another
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And then through the hidden night
It's dawn. It's time to go east.
Like a newborn nature.
No mask
No greed
There is no qualitative change in every inch of skin.
If thousands of years ago,
There is no barter, if
China Tea Ceremony is permeated with modern flavor.
The top of the snowy mountain to which I converted.
The pure white snowflakes danced away.
Mountains, rivers and creatures
The heartbeat of me and all the tools that can walk upright.
Should be calm and naked.
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Yes, there is no doubt about it.
We are all sick sentences.
It's some stones reused in Huaqing Pool.
A beauty mole hatched in the placenta.
Whose demons have been broken?
Fog can be distinguished.
Muyu in Maweipo
Through the empty space
Pear trees are pale.
Whose grave did you peck?
It is said that beauty is a disaster.
When we lean over the monuments of history,
She is surprisingly fragrant.
As if this life is a journey of lies.
In an avalanche
The whole crowd turned pale.
She fell like a snowflake.
in front of me
Rouge is dancing in the city again
Who is trying to pierce a tear mark embroidered on the skirt?
But we made an inch mistake in the dye vat.
Can't protect the pain of this water.
Our once white figure
It was the tears buried that year.
Or wait for the temperature in an avalanche of scenes?
2. Modern poetry with beautiful artistic conception
The following are all my favorite modern poems, hoping to arouse your * * *.
Feeling (Gu Cheng)
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
(This poem directly embodies "poetic intuition")
Alley (ancient city)
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
(Think about that particular era)
Tomb bed (ancient city)
I know that eternal death arrival is not sad.
There is my wish in the pine forest.
There is a sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance.
What is with me is the afternoon sunshine.
Time is running out, and the world is long.
I should rest in the middle.
Passers-by say the branches are low.
Passers-by said the branches were growing.
(The tomb bed is the masterpiece of Gu Cheng's later period)
This is Beijing at 4: 08 (index finger)
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
Please appreciate the masterpiece of forefinger. This poem touched some emotion in my heart.
In spring, ten Haizi (Haizi)
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
This poem is Haizi's last work. The next day Haizi committed suicide by lying on the track. Haizi ... is it true that you can't see the dawn in your black eyes?
Diary (Haizi)
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
(Masterpiece, I personally think this is the best poem by Haizi)
PS: My friend on the first floor posted my poem .. Well, thank you.
3.20 Beautiful modern poetry
1. I'm just an actor, always shedding my tears in other people's stories-Xi Murong's The Actor. 2. In the elegy of rain, her color, her fragrance, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilac disappeared.
-Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane. The friend who falls behind you is not a petal, but my withered heart. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree. 4. Your heart is like a lonely town, like a bluestone street facing dusk. -Zheng Chouyu's mistake. 5. Silence, the spring of March does not reveal that your heart is a small window. It was a beautiful mistake to cover my horseshoe. I'm not a passer-by I am a passer-by. 6. Budd usually waits for the sunset silently and pays attention to it from a distance. There may be an ocean hidden, but it will flow out. Just two tears-Shu Ting's disappearance 7. All the endings have been written and all the tears have started, but suddenly I forgot what it was like to start in that ancient summer that is gone forever. 8. No matter how much I pursue young you, you are just a passing cloud shadow, and your smiling face is very shallow, gradually disappearing into the haze after sunset. 9. So I opened the yellow title page. Fate binds it badly with tears in my eyes. I have read it again and again, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book. On that day, I spread my wings and flew so far, even if love was still, let the memory flow-andrew wyeth's Far Away went away.
4. Find some beautiful modern poems
Customize the theme
Under the blue sky, our dreams are flying
One hundred easily embodies our childhood dreams.
The rainbow jumps over white clothes.
Our laughter resounded through the sky.
On a dream boat
Rippling on the light waves of English
Baiyi, we weave a net with joy.
Connect friends from all corners of the country
Holding a flower basket in his hand
Full of happiness and childhood.
White clothes have no fragrance of flowers at all.
There is no fragrance of green leaves.
But he has our beautiful laughter.
A few days before our childhood and dreams, I read such a poem in [Spring Bar] entitled "Going out of winter and looking forward to spring". The whole poem is as follows:
Go out of winter and look forward to spring.
I left this spring.
My heart was forgotten last winter.
At the beginning of apricot blossom rain
Miss the oil-paper umbrella I put up for you.
Catkin blows with the wind
Unforgettable misplacement of colorful kites
At the beginning, * * * enjoyed the peach blossom.
Nowadays, people are scattered with a sigh.
why
Singing in the sound of silver flute
always
Touching you makes me sad.
Since you are cruel to leave
I shouldn't have waited for you to come back
Youyou ancient clock
Do you know the dream that woke me up?
Cong cong Jiang gan shui
Can you remember me wandering alone?
A heart is frozen by the cold of winter.
Sorrow sprouted in warm spring.
You're gone
It was freezing, and all hopes were dashed.
I look forward to it.
Red flowers and green grass are full of spring.
Out of context-Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
After the rain
Author: Xi Murong
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
5. Recommend some beautiful modern poems
From Ye Yan's "Moment Will Be Eternal", nobody, but I think it's well written.
{Love you forever}
Everything you look at and touch with your heart is love, which is due to your joy.
The joy in my heart, the madness of love, is like a dream just because of you.
Love deeply, love deeply, only you are dependent, * * * to eternity.
My life is limited, and my love is infinite. May I be lucky and love you forever.
{you}
What a happy day.
Bathed in a lonely heart
Let the smiling moon hook hang gently.
Out of sweet love.
What beautiful words
Flapping their colorful wings.
Let your eyes ripple gently
Meet the soft wave of this heart
How lucky this is.
Let sadness go out and happiness rise.
Whether you believe it or not
I will whisper in your ear:
it's you
{Only love and cherish}
Time is as deep as a long river.
The fuzziness of life is like a huge smoke.
Beyond taoyuan
Have the lover of my dreams.
Bloom like a flower
Burn like a fire
Hold your hand like the love of your life.
Calling your name is like asking me to cherish it.
I pray that the blue sea will last forever and be full of the feelings of the stars.
I pray that the ever-flowing river will be full of falling in love.
The tide rises and falls.
I just want to be with you.
* * * Cross the long river.
huge crowds of people
Just need your hand.
* * * A long way to go
Watching the world, passing away leisurely.
Like water, it changes with the sun and the moon
Under the snowy moon
Let me hold Saussurea involucrata.
Invite you to ride the white horse of the years together
Don't ask, don't tell.
Observe the ebb and flow of the tide
We brushed it away.
Don't be surprised or happy.
When everything is gone
There is only love and wealth in the world.
6. About some beautiful ancient poems, modern poetry is urgent.
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset,
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
7. Beautiful modern poetry
A kind of beauty, blooming in winter rain.
"Dream drunk, no tears in the rain. It has never been a thousand days, and the number of years has fallen. "
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I woke up one night, surrounded by cold windows and pushed away the mist. I saw you hiding in the clouds and secretly crying for a long time.
You, the cold winter rain, broke my thoughts; Standing in front of the window for a long time is bound to extend the vague and old memory in my heart. Emotional encounters, emotional flying groups, and affectionate flying rain fall one place after another; The ripples of dreams turned into the beauty of the soft wind in the skirt, which affected my mood; Meeting your silent mystery, the water is beautiful; Only in this way can we deduce the deep feeling of holding hands; The dribs and drabs of the past doomed the continuation of your true feelings in this life. But now, everything has gone with the wind, leaving only the sad tears of winter rain.
You, the cold winter rain, have faded away the glitz and beauty of the world. The silence of wind and frost does not mean that the ancient bell tower is silently narrating; Have you forgotten my tenderness? Who will cut the candle at the west window has turned into a distant and beautiful memory: the sadness of falling leaves and flowers has been put away by the sincere infatuation of running water; Youth has turned into a mature charm, and your love has become a distant beauty in the fireworks on the other side, which will be buried in my memory forever. ...
You, the cold winter rain, hid the sad memories of your lover. The pursuit of the Millennium, standing in the drizzle, attracted the gentle coverage of the flower umbrella; The beauty beyond words is like a fragrant lotus, trusting the envy of Fang qun; A faint smile soothes the cold silence in my heart with warm jade hands; Charming pen and ink point out the true meaning of sincerity, softness, sadness and kindness on sentimental rice paper ... A thousand years' memory has created the beauty of love.
You, the cold winter rain, are the heartbreaking tears of spoony people. The withered beauty left on the tree is like a butterfly suddenly frightened by you, like a broken dream, forgotten by the ruthless wind and recalled in the corner of love. Sad you, sad me, are interpreting Liang Zhu's sad past. On the other side, your beauty is like a sunset in the world of mortals, struggling desperately to show your inner despair and gentleness. Ruthless wind and rain, sad tears, sing a piece of fascinating legendary experience in the past.
You, the cold winter rain, are a silent memory, hiding the affection of everything in the world. Feelings of high mountains and flowing water; The kindness of burying flowers in autumn leaves; The deep meaning of falling out of the water; ..... the melancholy beauty that is constantly being revised and rewritten. Winter rain saw it, and winter rain heard it. She was moved to secretly shed tears for this sincere dedication and infatuation. Yes, only winter rain can understand the profound meaning. Who can understand the people who come out? Human geometry? "Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to be committed to life and death ..."; Looking for you in my dream, suddenly looking back, you are on the other side of the lamp. ...
You, the cold winter rain, moistened my lost years; Tears that touched my disappointment; Sigh my helplessness and levity; Vicissitudes have changed my long-lost beauty; I am eager to see through my sleeping past ... a series of vague and clear residual memories have made my eyes gush with tender pearls and jade; I can't tell which is winter rain and which is tears. "Things are different, tears flow first", the beauty of this Millennium, the winter rain of this Millennium, I do not know how many people's thoughts have awakened, lingering, and how many people's memories are hidden in the humidity. ...
I would like to turn into tears of winter rain to soak up the beauty in the distance. ...
8. What are the beautiful modern poems?
Once the oath, layer upon layer, butterfly language, through time and space. Dare not expect too much, as if coming from Xishuangbanna and being beaten black and blue, dense, from far and near, bouncing on two strings and falling in the time and space of life and death.
Ancient love.
There was a thunder. The piano sounded, I don't know what year it is now and in the past, wandering between lips and teeth, full of bitterness, like an absolutely beautiful woman. The palace in the sky chewed over and over, for fear of disturbing the butterfly with low interest, which was blown off by a gust of wind, slowly flowed out of the string and drifted in.
The sound of books
Quietly wandering in front of the window, resentment and excitement are still lonely, over the years.
A thin roll of love.
Butterflies-the beauty of a thousand years
Butterfly Lovers
hands up!