Ten modern poems worth reading ------
In front of these works, I realized what it means to look up at the mountains. Whether you like poetry or not, as long as you are a native Chinese speaker, these works are worth your serious reading.
Any wonderful language will pale in front of these works. I can only strongly recommend:
1. The tenth song, "Waiting for You, in the Rain" by Yu Guangzhong: < /p>
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes the rainbow
The sound of cicadas falls, the sound of frogs rises
A pond of red lotuses is like red flames, In the rain
It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but I feel
Every lotus looks like you
Especially across the dusk, across this drizzle
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Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in a moment, in eternity
If your hand were in my hand, right now
If your fragrance
was in my nostrils, I would say, little lover
No, this hand should pick lotuses, in Wu Palace
This hand should
shake a handle of cinnamon pulp, in the magnolia boat
The stars hung on the cornice of the Science Museum
Hanging like earrings
The Swiss watch said it was seven o'clock and suddenly you came
The red after the rain Lotus, Pianpian, you are coming
Like a small order
From an allusion of love, you are coming
From Jiang Baishi’s words, Rhythmically, you come
I have read many comments about this poem, and the one that impressed me most was an article about how wonderful the science museum and the Swiss watch house are, saying that it is a combination of classical and modern. , however, I personally think that the appearance of these two images may be the only flaw of this poem. The combination of suit and melon cap makes people uncomfortable.
Second, the ninth song, "Laughter" by Lin Huiyin:
What is smiling is her eyes, lips,
and the round vortex on her lips.
Beautiful as dewdrops,
The blossoming smile hides in the flash of shell teeth.
That is a smile - the smile of God, the smile of beauty:
The reflection of the water, the gentle song of the wind.
What is smiling is her loose curly hair, which is scattered next to her ears.
Light and soft like the shadow of a flower,
The tickling sweetness
rushes into your heart.
That is laughter - the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting:
The traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo started writing poetry because of his admiration for this talented woman. However, Lin Huiyin chose Liang Sicheng in the end. Later, many people knew this name because of this allusion. I think that a name that can write such a work does not need the help of allusions to remember.
The third and eighth song, "Star" by Fei Ming:
The stars in the sky,
Each one is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadows of begonia flowers on the east wall are said to be the eternal autumn moon.
Wake up in the morning is like a dream on a winter night.
The stars at midnight last night,
clean as a bright net,
sparse but not lost,
spring flowers and autumn moons are also ,
Zifeiyu Anzhiyu.
Feng Wenping integrated his beloved Lao Zhuang into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Those so-called philosophical poems are simply not on the same level as him.
4. The seventh song, "Fragment" by Bian Zhilin:
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,
The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorates your windows,
You decorate other people’s dreams.
Of all the works with fragments as titles, this one is the most famous. However, the interpretations of many authoritative commentators cannot be agreed with by the author himself.
Fifth and sixth song, "Mistake" by Zheng Chouyu:
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River
The faces waiting in the seasons are like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers
If the east wind does not come, the catkins of March will not fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
The streets are just like bluestone facing the evening
The sound of hibernation is silent, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted
Your heart is a small window tightly closed
My dada’s horse hooves are beautiful mistakes
I am not a returnee, but a passerby...
Maybe this mistake is not just for the person inside the window, but also for the passerby, because the person inside the window is not waiting for you. he. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially "The Mistress".
Sixth and fifth song, "Dead Water" by Wen Yiduo:
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
The breeze cannot blow any ripples .
It is better to throw away more junk metal,
Just throw in your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into emerald,
A few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the iron can;
Let the grease weave a layer of silk,
The mold steamed up some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
filled with pearl-like white foam;
The small beads laughed and turned into big beads,
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He was bitten by a mosquito that stole wine.
Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
can only be said to be somewhat vivid.
If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,
The stagnant water will sing again.
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.
This is by no means a place for beauty.
It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.
Look What a world he created.
Only a person with such a personality can write such a work.
7. The fourth song, "Snake" by Feng Zhi:
My loneliness is a long snake,
Cold and speechless--- < /p>
Girl, if you ever dream of it,
Don’t be afraid!
It is my loyal companion,
I feel a passionate homesickness in my heart:
It is thinking about the lush grassland,
< p>－－－The rich black silk on your head.
It is as gentle as the moonlight,
It sneaks past you;
It carries your dreams for me,
Like a crimson flower.
Feng Zhi was called by Lu Xun "the most outstanding lyric poet in China, and only he can write such works. His "Night in the South" is also so good that people are speechless.
8. The third song, "Prophecy" by He Qifang:
This heart-beating day has finally arrived.
The sound of your approaching footsteps is like a sigh in the night.
I can hear clearly not the whispers of the forest leaves and the night wind,
the sound of the elk's hooves galloping across the moss path.
Tell me, use your silver. The song of the bell tells me
Are you the young god in the prophecy?
You must come from the gentle south,
Tell me the moonlight there? , the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers,
how the swallows are obsessed with the green poplars
I will close my eyes and sleep on you. In the dreamlike singing,
I seem to remember the warmth, but also seem to have forgotten it.
Please stop, stop your tired running,
Come in, Here is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me singing my own song in a low voice.
The song is as melancholy and high as the fire,
The fire is telling my life
Don’t move forward, there is a boundless forest ahead,
The ancient trees are marked with markings on their bodies.
They are entangled like half-lived and half-dead vine pythons.
Not a single star can be found in the dense leaves.
< p>You will be too timid to let go of the second step.When you hear the empty echo of the first step, do you have to go? Please wait for me and you. Walking together,
My feet know every safe path,
I can keep singing the song of forgetting tiredness,
Give it to you again, again Give me the tenderness of your hands.
The darkness of the night blocks us.
You can look into my eyes in a blink of an eye.
I sing you excitedly. You didn't listen,
Your feet didn't pause for my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk,
Disappeared, disappeared I heard your proud footsteps...
Oh, you finally came speechless as predicted
Did you leave speechless, young god?
What is the limit of gorgeous language? This is it. Of course, there are also his "Dream Song" and "Garland"
9. The second song, "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu:
< p>Holding an oil-paper umbrella, aloneWandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to meet
A lilac-like
suffering girl
She has the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
< p>Sorrowful as a lilac,Sad in the rain,
Sad and hesitant;
She is hesitant in this lonely rain alley,
< p>Holding an oil-paper umbrellaLike me,
Like me
Walking silently,
Indifferent, desolate, And melancholy.
She walked closer and closer silently, and cast a
breath-like look
She floated past like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
As if floating in a dream
A branch of lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
reached the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Her color faded,
Her fragrance faded,
Dissipated, Even her
eyes were as breathless,
as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float< /p>
A lilac-like girl
a sad and resentful girl.
It pioneered the rhythm of new poetry and is also the first classic work in new poetry. His works are many good, if you are interested, please check them out.
10. The first song, "Farewell Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo:
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly I came;
I waved gently,
Bearing farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset;
The gorgeous shadow in the ripples,
in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oilily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees,
is not a clear spring,
it is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae,
precipitated A rainbow dream.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boatload of starlight,
Sing songs in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Cambridge at night.
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly I came;
I waved my sleeves,
I won’t take you away A cloud.
I don’t think this poem is worse than "Rain Lane", and overall it is not as good as it is. But there is no other way. There are two sentences that are indeed accidentally obtained by a good hand. I don’t need to say those two sentences.