You stand on the bridge.
Facing the wind, long hair flies.
The other side of the bridge
I waved silently.
tears
I don't know if it's yours or mine.
Mancho
But not salty.
You go further.
I take a step back.
Opposite eyes
wordless
The mother-in-law on the bridge
wordless
The evil wind suddenly rises.
Take me to the west
You cried.
I cry.
Cry away me and you
Cry all over the world.
I can't tell or remember.
As you can see.
Tears and blood overflow.
windshield
In addition to flow
keep one's body unmoved
You didn't move, and neither did I.
a long while
You and I are separated by a bridge.
The wind is blowing in you, too.
You try to go west.
The bridge won't move, and neither will I.
You go west.
On the bridge, my mother-in-law and you
wordless
You drank what she gave you.
You go west.
You didn't walk off the bridge.
She seems to be looking for something.
Refuse to leave
I set my eyes on the bridge again.
I don't want to know: what is she looking for?
She won't care: why am I waiting there?
Someone always comes from the bridge.
Then head west with the wind.
but
That man is always looking for things there.
I always stand there looking at the bridge.
On the west side of the bridge.
Dreamcatcher (8) —— Modern Poetry and Bridge
bridge
The left side is hazy.
On the right is mediocrity.
Qiaoshang
Instantly solidified.
beautiful
Someone's back
The front is shining.
Behind it is Tao Tao.
Qiaoshang
In an instant, one opened.
smart
Smiling expression
Yesterday faded away.
Tomorrow is a bright future.
Qiaoshang
Leave for a while.
disappear
love
It was purple and light red.
At this time, I know who I am with.
Qiaoshang
I suddenly remembered one.
gentle and cultivated
figure
The square inch is bamboo sandals.
Outside is the eternal sky.
Qiaoshang
In an instant, I made one.
Far away
eternal
2. "Bridge" modern poetry (not less than 20 sentences) Que Qiaoxian, Song and Qin Guan are clever, flying stars pass on grievances, and silver Han is dark.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Tender as water, the ceremony is like a dream. If love lasts a long time, it will last forever.
Su Dongpo's "Qixia Bridge" I have heard of Taishan Stone, and I have been threading for a long time; The situation is thunderous, and the stone will be fought forever. It is dangerous to go deep underground for nine times and get out of the Three Gorges. Long-distance love is endless and full of bottomless sinuses.
Jump into the waves and dive into the fish, flapping your wings and flying; The cold enters the mountain bones, and the vegetation is hard and thin. In the misty rain, the cave stone plays; Fly out of the curved bridge for half a month.
The Yuyuan Garden is close to the dragon, and the clouds and rain are chaotic; Hanging a bottle is sweet, but you can't rinse it. Willow in Qiaojingu Garden, spring comes like dancing waist.
That's a good point. You can go to Luoyang Bridge alone. State Bridge (Fan Chengda) The north and south of State Bridge are Tianjie, and the elders wait for driving back year after year.
When exactly did the Sixth Army come? In front of the small bridge, Hsinchu attracts visitors (Bai Juyi). Xiaohongqiao is a white house with low eaves and wild teeth. What is in front of the bridge? Hsinchu, Ran Ran.
The skin is covered with brown brocade, and the festival is painted with sapphire. Cui Jun is like a meal, but the cream powder can't bear to touch it.
The sound of idle songs is not exhausted, so it is difficult to play with your heart. Take care of the wind and smoke, and despise all vegetation.
Who can have a moonlit night with me in the forest? Pour a cup for you and sing bamboo songs wildly. The bridge in the dream, a bridge that was broken since childhood. You try to walk in and listen to the undercurrent under the bridge. It's a kind of enjoyment that moves you. Along the warm bridge, you can go back to a mountain and pick many April flowers and butterflies. There, fly happily, have children and perform all the details of happiness. The bridge as beautiful as ink painting in memory can only be seen in old photos now. The bridge (poem) is becoming more and more hazy and clear in your heart. Your eyes support my pupils. I want to find a pillar to build a colorful bridge. Suddenly, the colorful bridge was flooded with sadness. In fact, the bridge stool has already been built in my heart. Every time I say goodbye to you, I am always afraid to step on the bridge.
3. Modern Xiaoqiao poetry is in urgent need of Xiaoqiao beauty. Author: My poem March Jiangnan winding path drizzles, the dead of night is a tender slate, soft light and slow appreciation, without an umbrella. This is my dream today. Really a little touched, a little sentimental about my dreams. How many poems are dancing on the bridge, how many beautiful women are dancing, and how many I long to love. How much pure elegance have I fallen in love with, and I can't appreciate the marginal feelings. In my life, the space in Jiangnan has always been in a poetic state, flying. Part II: Single-plank Bridge Author: Huiying stood up from the single-plank bridge leading to her dream and crossed the ocean. Lying in the heart of the sea with eyes closed, it brought magical power to the tender poetic heart, and took a crucial step to the head of the wooden bridge to watch the ebb and flow of the tide, listen to the waves singing and look at the horizon, and the sea and the sky are inseparable. What is the sea? Tonight, I quietly accompany you to watch your laughter. Tonight, I secretly watched you and listened to your breath. I came from the distant sky just to win you. Smile, let my poems surround you, and you will no longer be lonely. Part III: Bridge in my hometown Author: The river in front of Liu Yaer is still green and clear, and spring waves are rippling under the sunshine. The slightly cold wind blew head-on, reflecting the familiar elegant veils dance of weeping willows by the bridge. Occasionally, I saw a few cheerful birds passing through the willow forest, leaving waves of playful and cheerful birdsong. The elegant Great White Goose has foresight and can't wait to forget the steep spring cold. I jumped into the clear water and teased my beautiful image. I wandered by the bridge in my hometown. My childhood dreams flashed before my eyes. I used to play here. The splashing water rendered a colorful childhood in the sun. I swam across the bridge from the water and came to the melon garden in the neighboring village. I didn't forget to draw a moustache for my sleeping uncle. I once made a promise with my beloved girl on the bridge. Sweet words make the fish under the bridge drunk. It stopped there and forgot it. Today, I was reflected in the water on the small bridge in my hometown. How many good memories have the long years taken away? The old man is willing to spend the rest of his life by the bridge in his hometown, enjoying the beautiful season of spring, summer, autumn and winter and the happiness in the afterglow of the sunset. Chapter IV: Alone on the West Bridge Author: Liu Zhiming, I am the only one leaning against the railing of the West Bridge ... The water is quiet, the moon in the water is as bright as the sky, and the lights of the tall buildings on the river bank are also quiet.
4. What are the poems about "bridge" in modern times? On the left side of the bridge, it is hazy, and on the right, it is mediocre. On the bridge, a beautiful figure instantly solidified. The front is sparkling, and the back is endless. On the bridge, a bright smile bloomed in an instant. Yesterday is drifting away, and tomorrow is fleeting love left on the bridge. At that time, it was time to know who to be with. At this moment, I remembered a moment on the bridge. Outside the bamboo stick mango shoes is an eternal poem that has long since disappeared: bent by time but not proud of ordinary people. A hundred years later, it's still going through the storm, but it quietly doesn't let you know that no one cares about it. No one knows how hard it is. It worked hard every minute until it fell.
5. The modern poem of the bridge Xu Zhimo's "Biekang Bridge" and other poems went from the Jasper Ring. People have built a rugged road on the back of the black dragon for hundreds of years, and built a bridge for tens of millions of people coming and going. Stone grinders chop bamboo poles, and ten thousand hoops fight grandpa's drag board to build a pontoon bridge. There are buddhas in the world, but there are no bridges. This bridge has a big tower, the spire is as sharp as a pen. He writes about Xiaojiang Bridge and bridge opening Circle in all corners of the country. As round as the moon, the moon shines on the Luohu Bridge in Kyushu, China, and even in Shenzhen and Hongkong. I wish Lotus Mountain a purple lotus flower. I want to cross the long bridge after China's entry into WTO, paint spring with colorful bridges and get rich with Jinqiao. Years are like songs, and 3,000 bridges and culverts rely on living water to open up their sources. Rivers are evidence. Water masses have been flowing for 50 years. I recall that several villages in Zhonglang country were detained by two soft waters, and people went to repair the back of Jasper Ring Black Dragon.
Don't leave Cambridge Xu Zhimo gently, just as I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful 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 Cambridge, I would like to be a water plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Holding a long Artemisia, wandering back to a greener place, loading a boat with glory and singing in the glory.
But I can't play the piano, just 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 without taking away a cloud. Bridge Ai Xia Tiandi built a colorful bridge for me. This end of the bridge is the end of my bridge. You've been through a lot. I'll come to you. There is also a steep slope, a moment of conquest. No matter how far the road is, there is an end. I hope you will still wait for me at the other end of the bridge. I often like you to sit like this and spread your hair. Play some Hampden Kuyt Hampden Coit DuBose on the broken burdock. The blue Christian tenderness of the Han Dynasty is sky blue on the clouds in the river. The tenderness of the past is in the water mill in the distance. Under the bird song, let them shout their long live on the sorrel near May. Tian Han's life in Lugouqiao passed quickly, from 1937 to 20 years this year.
Young people in their twenties live a free and happy life, and gradually forget the story of fighting the enemy for national independence, so that some people listen to the reactionaries to provoke them. They don't know that there is really no new China without the * * * production party, and even think that today is not as good as before. He really doesn't know what kind of life people used to live! On July 3rd, we took a half-day holiday, revisited Lugou Bridge with sick comrades from Hubei, People's Daily and Cantonese Opera House, and took some photos. I came back and wrote three groups of five ancient poems. I don't know how much emotion this poem conveys to us. The sun is still like a tiger when the car passes Mosquito Mountain. The mountainside breaks with the road, and the green trees dance with the wind.
There are plenty of grass in the remnant bunker, and there are tombs of martyrs inside. It seems that years ago, our army captured the Japanese army: a drill was held on the hillside, and the enemy's bullets suddenly rained down, trying to enter Wanping again on the pretext of searching for soldiers.
When the defenders refused to accept it, the Japanese invaders used force. They only said that when the cannon rang, "zhina" would bow down first. Although people who eat meat are contemptuous, the anger of the people cannot be insulted. Everyone forgets life and death, and weapons are unscrupulous.
Our party resisted Japan and United 450 million. The Lugou Bridge caught fire and burned all over the floor, eventually leaving the enemy mired in mud and trying to pull it out.
Up to now, the stone lions, depending on the bridge columns, are towering, with many broken faces and eternal loyalty. I still remember when the gun went off, I was in Jinling City.
I heard that I was going to resist Japan, but I'm glad I forgot. Determined to write one hundred plays a day, Paul plays the leading role and directs Hong Shen.
The effect is Huang Huanhua, which means fire. Wave upon wave, desperate to kill the enemy.
Dahua new theater, such as the water near Lugou. At that time, there were only seven gentlemen in the audience
The old man caressed his beard and was satisfied with the play. It's just a matter of life, anti-Japanese.
Gong Piao is also beautiful and hasn't talked to me yet: "Love to sing the song of benevolence and righteousness when I am in prison." And Wang Zaoshi and Zhang Naiqi, who were also generous and patriotic. But 20 years later, it's embarrassing! Three-wheel drive to visit Cui village and return to Zhanggezhuang.
Making of a man's new farm tools, women wear strange clothes. The crops are growing well, and the elm willows are on their own.
Gather chickens and dolphins after the club, and walk cattle and sheep before the club. The children came home from school, singing.
Dancing with both hands and feet, the schoolbag fell on the side of the road. I don't know, many years ago, this was a battlefield, where iron hoofs trampled on crops, cannons destroyed earthen houses, brothers perished, and children cried for their parents. Also, before liberation, the river overflowed the roof, and the crops were not harvested, and the livestock suffered. Guanting Reservoir is the king of nature.
Save as you wish, and happiness will never end. Entering Lugou Bridge again, the motorcade is very long.
Taihang Mountain is steep, and Lugou water soup. Yesterday, people left Beijing, and Dai Yue stepped on the frost.
We hung traces of war and filmed the sunset from the window. In order to wish the cultivators, we should not forget the past, step up production and create a paradise.
6. Ancient poems (famous sayings throughout the ages) and modern poems (the shape of the bridge must describe the Han Dynasty, and the peak is in danger. (Jingdi) Li Shimin
The Weishui Long Bridge will pass today, and the green trees will gradually see Xinfeng trees. (Xinqinchuan Road) Li Longji
Walking on the sticky moss, the Dragon Bridge is slippery and the sky is closed. The Xu Family in Xuanduguan
Camp toward the east gate and go to Yangqiao River at dusk. (Blow the lyrics and leave the fortress, second) Du Fu.
The spring building is not locked, and the green water turns to the bridge. (Xianghe lyrics Jiangnan song) Han Yi
My concubine lives in Luoqiaotou, and she is twenty-eight. (Xianghege porcelain incense is popular) Cui Hao
Yicheng wine is full of ripe flowers, and green ducks sing titles in Shaqing. (Lin Huan, the second minister of Xianghe Pavilion) Wen Tingjun
The willows on the bridge are green and the roses are red. (Dance music, Qu Zheci) Wen
Worried about her husband's overseas trip every night, she abandoned her concubine Wei Qiaoxi every year. (Miscellaneous songs are unlucky for me) Liu Yuanshu
Tomorrow on the Long Bridge, the whole city will be watching Che jiaozi. (Zaqu Song, Brave Man Travel) Liu Yuxi
There are willows in the east and west of the bridge, and people come to sing. (Zaqu Geci Zhi Zhu) Liu Yuxi
A young woman by Yangzhou Bridge is a businessman in the city. I haven't heard from you for three years, and I worship ghosts and pray for God. (Zaqu Geji, one of the three stops in Jiangnan) Wang Jian
Willow trees in Jinguyuan have been dancing in spring. That's a good point. You can go to Luoyang Bridge alone. (Zaqu songs and songs)
Drive on the Weihe Bridge, watch the soldiers and watch Liu Tun. (Western Han Fu)
Wan Li Ping, the Imperial Road Pontoon Bridge, is the ninth heavy city of the Han family. (Question) Yang Shidao
Take the star to open the crane, take the moon Hongqiao. Yu Shinan (under the scene of Yudun in Heyuan)
Qiao Heng Road in the north and Weihe River in the west. (Elegy of Empress Wende) Photo by Zhu Zi
On the sunset river bridge, I whip the sunset glow. Chen Ziliang
Rainy night in Hongqiao, phoenix falling, spring in Taiwan Province. (Andeshan Pool Banquet Collection) Shangguan Yi
You are a gentleman in the world, and you will send Luo. (the second half of history) Lu
Once we get to Xianqiao Road, we still hope that Jincheng will be far away. (Farewell to Beijing) Lu
Hongqiao divides the water, and the mirror stone attracts the light. (An De Shan Chi Yan Ji) Li Bai Yao
The magpie bridge swings out, and the dragon car flies outside the clouds. (and the eldest grandson secret supervisor Tanabata) Ren Xigu
Create the Star Bridge tomorrow, and start the fairy list at this time. (Princess Anle moves into a new house and waits for a banquet) Zong Chuke
Luo Qiao is deep in the room, but his son is absent-minded. (Go to Songshan to find Du Si, and then go back to the injured site to wash the horse ... for Du Hou Du Si) Song Wenzhi
The bridge is cold and the geese fall, and Lin Shubi flies. (Send Zhao Sima) Song Wenzhi
Stay on Tiantai Road and look at the extra stone bridge. (Lingyin Temple) Song Wenzhi
Springs ring behind the stream, and Hong Ying shines on the front bridge. (Shangsifu Jiang Yanyun Deyaozi) Wang Bo
Smoke cages and green pavilions, flowing words and swinging bridges. (In spring, the banquet is held in Furong Garden) Li Qiao
When the road becomes dangerous, the bridge will dock. (Crossing Princess Pool of Yiyang Mountain with Wei Chengqing) Du
The countryside is new, but the river bridge is not old. On a bad day, the peak sinks and the clouds turn with the cover. (Feeling) Dong Sigong
Prevent mountain exclusion and flatten the long bridge. (Putin welcomes the driver) Song Jing
Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens. The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead. Su Weidao (the fifteenth night of the first month)
Stay on Maxi Bridge and go back to Nanmotou. From then on, the old friend separated, and the moon sat idle. (Leave Du and take a trip to the old road) Cui Rong
Draw a bridge and fly water, and the fairy pavilion is empty. (Banquet for Princess Dongzhuang of Changning) Liu Xian
It's cold in spring tonight, and there are many beauties on the river bridge. BMW gold as winding, fragrant car jade as wheel. (Xiao Yu's Style in the Late Yuan Dynasty) Chen Yanjia
Have you noticed that Tianjin Bridge flows eastward and the Longmen faces the southern city? Su Xiang (Sauvignon Blanc)
There are eight clouds and seven stars in the shape of a bridge. (past) Luo
Watch the sun and divide the soil evenly, and the star bridge is at Shumen. Don't say goodbye to the peach blossom, and the bamboo leaves will fall off. (Send Wuqi to Shu) King Robin
The sound of dangerous springs is a sign of rain, and Pingchuan Bridge is like a sunny rainbow. (You Lishan) Zhang Changzong
Looking back at Wei Qiaodong, I feel the same way in spring. Green silk charming sunset, spring breeze. (Cai Sang) Liu Xiyi
The crane dances a thousand-year-old tree, and the rainbow flies a hundred feet bridge. I also have doubts about red pine nuts, and Tianlu invited me. (Going to Jinhua Taoist Temple in Spring) Chen Ziang
Green Pearl Song List, Hongqiao Dance Flag. (Tomb-Sweeping Day, banquet with flying words at Ningwangshanchi) Zhang Yue.
When you meet a saint, you know your luck, and you are grateful for it. Luo Qiao will get drunk. Zhang Shuo (Four Banquets)
A high bridge appeared on the clouds and asked the fishing boats in the rocks. Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream? (Taohuaxi) Zhang Xu
At first, the rock belly passed by, while the stream lip extended outward. The bridge was tied up by vines because of the fallen tree frame. (Swallow Temple Zen Master) Wang Wei
Guanqiao drinker, a holy place for girls in Sam. After seeing the bright moon, listen to the rules. (Send Yang Changshi to Zhou Guo) Wang Wei
The water town is in the city, and the mountain bridge is tree-lined. Climb out of the well and look at two lumens. (Xiaoxing Baxia) Wang Wei
My book sword is falling, and I am detained near the south. My home is far away, and my home is hard to collect. My home is under the wild geese in the north wind, and it blows south but not north. The oranges in Wutan are ripe and I want to send some home, but no one takes them to Luoyang. (Jiangnan Tourism) Zuyong
Tuer was born and raised in those days, and he scribbled lyrics. An Ling Bridge is an old friend who fights wine, and Luoyang Huangniao Spring Breeze. (Sing a song.
7. I am eager to find a modern poem about bridges. The title of the poem must have an author. The author wrote the poem A Farewell to Cambridge. Xu Zhimo left me gently, just as I came gently; I gently waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset, and the beautiful image in the waves ripples in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky crushed among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just 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 without taking away a cloud.
Bian: You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Bridge impassability, bridge impassability, bridge impassability, what is a bridge? The bridge is the link that leads him to the other end. Bridge is a bridge between heart and heart, bearing our lives. The bridge is the link between you and me. You and I are both spectators on the bridge, but you and I are far away from home and never see each other again. It seems that we have never met, and you and I are no longer spectators, but only passers-by.
8. A poem about the bridge, Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Du Mu's "A Word to Han Zhuo, Yangzhou Magistrate": There is water in the green hills, but the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn. Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane: weeds are blooming beside Zhuque Bridge, and the setting sun is slanting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek: The faint flying bridge is separated by wild smoke, and the fishing boat asks about the west coast of Los Angeles. Peach blossoms follow the water all day long, and the mouth of the peach garden is by the stream?
Zhang Qian called "early plum": a tree with cold plum and white jade, near the village road and creek bridge. I don't know if the water came first, but I suspect it hasn't disappeared after the winter snow.
Lu You's Shen Garden: A corner of the sunset painting on the city is sad, and the Shen Garden is not revived by the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
Wuyun Bridge in Luyou: If Ye Bei is connected with Jinghu Lake, the ethereal flying bridge will cross the air. Who will know after Gu Ling's double relocation? I began to lean in the dusk.
Qiu Si of Luyou: Shanbuxi Bridge is in early autumn, so it is difficult to swim anywhere. Monks' galleries are occasionally filled with poems, and fish markets often stop because of the application of drugs.
Jiang Kui's Zhou Yang Slow: The 24th Bridge is still there, but Leng Yue is silent. I miss the red medicine by the bridge, and I know for whom every year.
Yan Feng has a "magpie tread": the independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping crescent moon people return.
Modern Poetry: Farewell to Xu Zhimo of Cambridge
Bian Zhilin broke the chapter: I stood on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery looked at me at the window; The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.