Can you recommend some Japanese female poets?

Onomachi, a poetess in heian period, Japan, is a well-known beauty in Japan. In Japan, she, Yang Guifei and Cleopatra are called the three most beautiful women in the world. The name "Komachi" has also become synonymous with beauty. All the "so-and-so towns" with place names in Japan represent the locally recognized beauty.

Japanese poetess, pen name "Ju Lu". She lost her husband at the age of 24, and since the age of 29, she has traveled around Japan and become a monk. Poetry and painting are interlinked.

Born in 1933, Niaoko, a poetess in Japan's Ministry of Finance, wrote her masterpiece Always Seeing Death-For My Little Sister Who Died as a Refugee.

Kaoru Yosano Zi, a Japanese poetess, wrote her masterpiece You Won't Die, formerly known as Feng Jing, with her pen names Feng and Feng. 1878 12.7 was born in a small businessman's family in Sakai, Osaka Prefecture, and his father was the owner of an old dim sum shop. She likes reading classical literature, contemporary literature and translated works since she was a child. She learned Kawai Zuiming's short songs and began to publish her works on 1899.

Yoko Noda, a modern Japanese poetess.

The works of Tsumuの り, a modern Japanese poetess, are the best sellers. Three representative poems are as follows:

At my best.

At my best.

The house collapsed with a bang.

exceed one's expectation

See the blue sky

At my best.

A lot of people died around.

In the workshop, at sea, on the nameless island.

I lost the opportunity of fashion.

At my best.

No one gave me a gentle gift.

Men only know how to raise their hands.

Leave a clear vision and set out.

At my best.

My head is empty.

My heart is stubborn.

Only the hands and feet are brown.

At my best.

My country was defeated.

I cann't believe it's such a stupid thing

I rolled up my sleeves and walked on the humble street.

At my best.

The radio is full of jazz.

Like smoking for the first time.

I am dizzy and addicted to exotic sweet music.

At my best.

I am very unhappy.

I foolishly

I am extremely lonely.

So I decided to live a long life if I could.

When I am old, I draw beautiful pictures.

Miss that French grandfather.

In that way

My little sensitivity.

Why put a dry heart

Blame others.

I am too lazy to water myself.

Why lose your temper?

Blame it on friends.

Who lost the soft one?

Why put anxiety

Blame it on relatives.

I was stupid.

Why put the original intention of disappearance

Blame it on life

This is just a subtle ambition.

Why do you want to put all the impossible things?

Blame on the times

Who gave up that shining dignity?

fool

Protect yourself, right?

My little sensitivity.

rely on

Don't you want to?

Rely on ready-made ideas

Don't you want to?

Rely on existing religions

Don't you want to?

Rely on ready-made knowledge

Don't you want to?

Rely on ready-made authority

live long

This is all I have learned in my heart.

Use your own ears and eyes.

Stand on your own legs.

Do something inappropriate

If you really want to rely on something.

Then there's only

back of a chair

The poet wants to be a stamp (today is very interesting)

When I wrote to my cousin in the morning to post stamps, I thought of a poem by Tanigawa Junichiro.

A poor poet fantasizes that he is printed as a stamp, so that he can often be licked by people's tongues.

Just thinking about beauty, the poet's wife called him in the kitchen: "fried noodles!" ! "。

The most interesting thing is that the Japanese verb lick also has the meaning of being looked down upon.

For example, the tennis prince in the cartoon has a mantra: "It's best not to lick tennis too much."

It's best not to underestimate tennis.

This is a black humorous work in which the poet laughs at himself.

Like a steel needle, it pierces people's hearts and the depths of reality.

Being praised in the forum is a bit close to being poked.

But in reality, you have to accept the meaning of another word licking.

I'm a little embarrassed and sad about ah q

But you can also laugh it off.

The problem is that the envelope for my cousin can't even be pasted with licking stamps, so I can only use glue. Ha!

Female pharmacists in the forum

I chatted with a girl in the pharmacy department of a Japanese university yesterday.

I talked about Disneyland in Funabashi, near Tokyo, and said that she would be a pharmacist in the future. I said:

I always thought that occupation was poisoning people and killing people.

She smiled, hehe, there is a destiny to die.

Poetry is both a medicine and a poison. The more people, the more people are poisoned, addicted, physically and mentally damaged, or killed.

It is estimated that Haizi and Gu Cheng not only reached the death toll, but also exceeded it.

The key is the composition of medicine and the ratio of poison.

It's best to be addicted, but not to kill.

On the other hand, if you don't write to a certain extent, you won't be killed.

People who write poems in the forum, is your poem lethal?

Finally, I think of female pharmacists, Mu, black tea, and the recent poems of the beautiful snake, which are a bit like wearing a white hanging for drug testing. I suggest readers to drink more water or save poison and use it to fight poison with poison in the future.

"Hey, can you write a good poem if you don't keep spying?"

Learning to drive in Japan, you can't catch the feeling of turning left or left. I feel that I am going to drive humanized, but the instructor opens the door. You see, there is such a big crack.

Gradually, I got into the habit of looking left.

On this day the instructor finally unbearable:

"Please, don't keep prying, the world is crooked."

Cheese said in his heart:

"Hey, can you write a good poem if you don't keep spying?"

The treatment of singers

I met two singers from the Andes in South America in the station square at the weekend. That's great.

People around put steel in their musical instrument boxes.

As soon as Chi remembered the horror of writing poetry, she dragged in a Hideki Noguchi for 1000 yen and invited them to drink coffee.

People around you are still jumping around.

After a while, some African students danced and a bald gangster jumped up. Cheese thinks he ruined the painting.

The boss jumped up, took out a ten thousand yen bill and put it in the singer's pocket.

Probably invited them to stay in a hotel.

When cheese and others leave, tell the singer that there is an ancient city near here with a sea view and a beautiful red lampstand.

The singer asked:

"Are there many people there?"

Do you know why the singer asks?

Cheese home training:

Ordinary people in the world will pay for paper when they enter the theater there, but how many singers by the sea are willing to pay for paper?

This is the difference between reality and art.

When you grow up, you should know how to appreciate and pay. If you have no money, you can go dancing or have a free tour guide.

There is a book called A Review of Japanese Female Poets in Past Dynasties. You can find out.