Modern locomotive
The night I touched
This is the whole body of a crow. those
Black brought by crows
The middle is covered with something.
The distance between things.
Like black in time and time.
How many years does a crow fly?
Tonight will suddenly appear in front of you.
Something that suddenly appears in front of your eyes
Just like the pain years ago
It slipped off the crow's back.
Like a heavy snow buried winter in advance.
Things got stuck too deep in the heavy snow.
It's like falling too deep into a crow at night.
From the body of the night
You can hear the avalanche in the distance.
Is slowly falling from the roof.
Walk into the life before your eyes
2. Write modern poems about the night for a generation.
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I used him to find the light.
Black eyes
The night is hazy.
At night, beauty is beautiful.
I am ... the one opposite you.
calmly
The wind is still passing.
Tonight, you and I stop
Just stay, the noise of the outside world
we
It is still covered with dust.
You firmly believe that there is sunshine ahead.
I understand that there is spring in my world.
But we met anyway.
Years ago, by candlelight,
We are ... the same thing ... sitting face to face
The night is dim
The night is hazy.
this evening
How much silence is there?
I can only keep my piece.
No matter the four seasons
In my imagination, Xiangshan maple is always red.
Clear river water will not freeze.
The green leaves breathe the warm flame.
this evening
How many glasses of wine are not intoxicating?
I can only keep my piece.
Only winter
Reality is different from imagination.
Love is in summer, but winter is a reality.
Will wither
Will pierce
3. What are the modern poems describing the night? Modern poems describing the night include Serenade, Snowy Night, Long Night and Dark Night.
Modern poetry: also known as "vernacular poetry", is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, it is generally not constrained by format and rhythm. The discovery of modern poetry can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, some poems imported from the west began to be translated into vernacular Chinese, but these works were not very big, so little was known. 1953 used the name of modern poetry for the first time-it was established when Ji Xian founded the Modern Poetry Society. The main schools of modern poetry are Crescent School, kuya School and Misty School. The mainstream of modern poetry is free verse. Free verse is the product of the May 4th New Culture Movement, which uses vernacular in form, breaking the shackles of old-style poetry, and mainly reflects new life and expresses new ideas in content.
Modern poetry is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, modern poetry is generally not constrained by format and rhythm.
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation, and image management is more important than rhetoric application. Compared with ancient poetry, although they all feel things and reflect the soul, they completely break through the characteristics of ancient poetry, which are "gentle and sincere, with no complaints", and emphasize more on free and open, straightforward statements and intangible communication between reason and reason.
There are many ways to express poetry. The traditional way of expression that was first popular in China and is still often used today is "Fu, Bi and Xing". "Preface to Mao Poetry" said: "Therefore, poetry has six meanings: one is wind, the other is fu, the third is comparison, the fourth is pride, the fifth is elegance and the sixth is fu." In the meantime, there is a quatrain called: "Three lights, the sun, the moon and the stars, and four poems are elegant." In the six meanings, "style, elegance and praise" refers to the types of poems in the Book of Songs, and "Fu, Bi and Xing" are the expressions in poems.
Help me to provide some modern poems about the night.
Who did I send away on a snowy night?
That white rose is scattered all over the floor!
At dawn, I finally found a hut to keep out the cold.
Soul mate, who is she?
The snow in the night wind has no regrets.
Blow it in my face and blow my name away.
When I went into the crowd to look for her, I was far from home.
All I have left is a stranger's face,
In the clang of wheels at night.
Last year's cold kiss whirled under the street lamp.
The girl's fingers are unfamiliar with the world, and she knows how to be grateful.
Hugs in the snow,
Retreat into the snow,
Retreat into crystal snowflakes and snowdrifts,
Retreat to a dark corner.
Who taught her, beautiful and frightened eyes?
Who suppressed her tenderness before dawn?
Snow flakes of pity beat against the window of the night,
Bite like a human, crazy.
Oh, what year was that? Where is it?
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Author: Yu Guangzhong
Works: Listening to the night in the mountains
Content:
Forever mountain night
Everything is like a dream.
What could be better than complete silence?
More resistant to listening?
No matter how long and busy the history is.
There will always be a moment.
There's no need to argue, is there?
But what about the wind? you said
Wind? That's the transit of time
Occasionally a little
A little echo
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Night Song
Please let me lie down somewhere else.
Accept the torture of the past
It is best to use a heavy tombstone.
Let me believe in my future.
Let me forget you sideways.
For example, the furniture in the room is too heavy.
Like a wild cat caught by a bachelor
Jump over the morning fog on the roof.
Oh, leave me alone. Please don't.
Once again, please put down your tears in the bouquet.
I looked down when I saw a teenager.
Mourn in your own name on the table
The starry sky twists and turns like water
Carrying a little skeleton
Bad luck is like a ring.
Put on your knuckles and mine.
Ask for a modern poem about night. It is raining.
It's a little cold
My heart feels so warm.
The perfect fit between mood and environment
It seems that only at this time can I really exist.
The sadness hidden in my heart finally found the voice of * * *
Moisten by this cold rain
It grows like a weed.
The wind is bleak.
It's really cool to be alone in the rain, holding your own sadness.
It seems that I finally don't belong to this world.
Life is always like this.
Where there is day, there is night.
I should be kept in the dark. As far as I can see, I can't penetrate the darkness.
I am a lonely soul at night. When I walk alone on the road, there is always sadness with me, so I won't be lonely.
Endless darkness finally held me in my arms.
I'm going to be the ghost of the night.
Wandering in the desolation of the night
What is written occasionally in the space seems to be off topic.
Just looking around.
6. What are the modern poems describing "darkness of mind" called Qinghai Lake?
This proud glass
For whom?
A desolate plateau
Who are the birds and salt in the sky lifted for?
The waves receded from lonely fingers.
White bird island surrounded by sons.
In a remote and dirty town.
Pride glass
Princess Qinghai, please hold me in your arms.
How poor, barren and dirty I am.
A pair of snow-white wings can only give me a moment of happiness.
I saw you flying in the sun.
Blue Princess of Qinghai Lake
My lonely fingers turned into snow-white birds in the sky
1988.7.25
Qinghai Lake is Haizi's later work. It is a good poem with gentle and implicit tone, which not only maintains the openness of language, but also has the natural rhythmic beauty of poetic rhythm.
Qinghai Lake is water, maternal, silent, eternal and full of oriental temperament (please refer to the original postscript of Only Water and Water). Haizi strangely imagined it as a wine glass. Wine is the essence of food and the essence of life growing on the earth. If the water is quiet, then the wine is warm and intuitive, representing a sudden touch. As Haizi wrote in Wine Glass, "wine, stone cells are imprisoned and released by lightning".
In the paragraph "A proud wine glass/Princess of Qinghai, please hold me in your arms", Haizi also compared Qinghai Lake to a princess. The princess is a symbol of purity. Haizi decorated Qinghai Lake with purity and longed to sink into it, which showed his desire for purity. "I see you flying from the sun", the sun is the embodiment of truth and order, and also symbolizes the poet's yearning for the ultimate unity of poetry and truth. In this poem, "Sun" contains these meanings. Qinghai Lake comes from the sun, which shows that it is the seed of truth.
"Desolate plateau" refers to the desolation of the plateau. Compared with the water in Qinghai Lake, the plateau is land and closer to the sky. The plateau is desolate and the earth is desolate. Haizi decorated the plateau with desolation, but decorated his hometown with "filth". At the moment, the poet of In a Dirty Town is far away from his dirty hometown, and he is more eager to make himself no longer dirty and desolate. He wants to throw himself into the pure Qinghai Lake and let the pure lake wash away his filth.
The third paragraph of the poem reads: "The waves recede from the lonely finger/white bird island, surrounded by sons/in a dirty town far away." For example, the "son" in Spring and Ten Haizi is the lyrical subject of division, and such examples include "You come from afar/I go to a distant place" (a poem in the night) and so on. The dirtiness of hometown brings the dirtiness and desolation of Haizi (the lyric subject). Dirty can make pure lake water clean, but desolate, even if there is pure lake water, what's the use? In "Motherland or Dreams as Horses", the lyrical subject said that he was "empty and tired" and achieved nothing, and the wasted life was the most intolerable. It is better to live a miserable life than to die solemnly (diary 1 1, 8, 1986, described by Christopher). Poverty means futility, which means the failure of pursuing truth and home. On the one hand, I am eager to lead an honest and clean life, on the other hand, I am a martyr in vain and die solemnly.
In the fourth paragraph, Haizi longs for the purest part of truth to wash himself, and longs for purity and truth. What a beautiful scene it is at this moment when Haizi is lyrical. However, "a pair of snow-white wings can only give me a moment of happiness", which shows that these pure things still can't completely wash away the darkness in his heart. This purity and beauty can only last for a moment. In this way, what's the point of leading an honest and clean life and pursuing purity? He will eventually have fundamental doubts about the purity, sacred order and truth. "What do you mean by dawn?" (Spring, Ten Haizi) The third paragraph "son" is the self-division of the lyric subject, representing the dirty part of the poet in the real world ("hometown"). In a dirty world, it is meaningless to wash oneself, so the poet will split himself, and he who is eager to find the truth can be baptized in purity. This division is a compromise, but even if it is a compromise, this part of the self still gets only a moment of happiness. Why can it only be a moment? Is there too much darkness in my heart that I can't wash away, or can't let go of my dirty self who cares about my hometown? No matter how to explain it, his tendency to split himself has already appeared, and he will eventually become "ten Haizi". In the end, he may destroy the dirty parts. Perhaps this is the only way to pursue purity.
Qinghai Lake is about mother's water, which is pure, but it implies that the lyricist has found that purity and truth can't make him happy for a long time. His solution is, on the one hand, to plunge into the clear lake and complete a solemn martyrdom; On the other hand, it is to split the self and try to make some of the self get peace. However, all these failed. The lyrical subject who looks elegant but pursues pain finally goes to elegies such as Poem at Night and Ten Haizi in Spring.