Excerpts from Modern Inspirational Poetry 1: "I Know" Wang Guozhen
Happiness is the pillar of life.
Pain is a journey of life.
I know
When your heart is heavy
The best gift
Is to send you a quiet sky.
You will be confused.
I'll be sober, too
When night falls.
You will feel
Have a pair of warm eyes
I know
When you dry the tears on your cheeks
You will smile brightly.
At that time, I will gently say to you
Let's leave now. look
Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright.
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 2: Traveling to Wang Guozhen
Anywhere.
There is a temptation for all of us.
Not seduced by beauty.
Is seduced by legends.
Even the distant scenery
This is not satisfactory.
We don't have to care.
Because this is really a
Charming mistake
Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn.
May all happiness follow you.
The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem.
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 3: Love Life Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 4: History Museum Xi Murong
-can a person's life be like a museum?
one
first
Only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning
Scattering of clouds
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
Put love and faith
Leave an indelible impression.
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
at that time
All the stories
It all started with a fragrant river.
Wade across the river
Furong qianduo
Poetry is also simple.
The heart is very simple.
two
Wild birds fly fast.
Seasonal fluctuation
I slowly looked south along the river.
There is a hand carved with Guanyin.
It is also carefully carved.
hill
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
After smashing the essence of flight,
Gradually present
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Generation after generation
Repeated tracking
three
but
What the hell went wrong?
why
In the reincarnation of thousands of generations
I always miss the moment of hope.
Before the sandstorm came.
I made it for you.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
After the sandstorm
why
There are always some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home
On a moonlit night
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa.
Rush you to get on the horse
at that time
A world that used to be rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth
Only left
Withered red willows and poplars
Wan Li Huangsha
four
Back and forth.
seem
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of unsolvable tenderness.
Endless spring days embroidered with colored silk thread
The farther away.
The clouds are getting thicker and thicker.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cabinet.
I'm already in the cupboard
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
Between mistakes
You seem to hear something.
Of course, you can't believe it.
All the silk here
All the silk
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
This is all my love for you.
are all
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
six
You turned coldly in the twilight.
Slowly disperse
The corridor was silent.
The gods were silent.
I finally made a stone out of wood.
Just like in previous lives.
Langwai
There are thousands of hibiscus flowers
Gently open in the water
light purple
Soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
The dots slowly dye in time.
Slowly disappear
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 5: "I like your silence" Nie Luda
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
You listen to me from a distance, but my voice can't touch you.
It seems that your eyes have flown away, like a kiss, sealing your mouth.
When everything fills my soul,
You emerged from all things and filled my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams. You are like the word melancholy.
I like your silence, as if you had already left.
You sound sad, like a sad butterfly.
You hear me from a distance, and my voice is not as good as yours;
Let me be silent in your silence.
Let me talk to you through your silence,
Your silence is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with loneliness and stars.
Your silence is the silence of the stars, far away and bright.
I like your silence, as if you have disappeared.
Distant and sad, as if you were dead.
At that time, a word and a smile were enough.
I'll be happy because it's not true.
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 6: Facing the sea, spring blossoms and Haizi blooms.
start from tomorrow
Be a happy person
Those horses
firewood
travel around the world
start from tomorrow
Care about food and vegetables
I have a house.
Face the sea
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
start from tomorrow
Correspond with every relative.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
stranger
I wish you all the best, too
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I just want to face the sea.
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 7: The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
Weeds are overgrown here,
Very quiet,
More attractive,
More beautiful;
Although on this road,
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Ah,
Leave a way to see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 8: He Qifang, Prediction
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
The footsteps of the sighing night are approaching.
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound made by elk when they galloped on the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell.
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How the swallows fell madly in love with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop and stop your long journey.
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Fire will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Half-dead vines and pythons are intertwined,
There is no place for the stars in the thick leaves.
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? When I walk with you,
My feet know every safe way,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I will give it to you, I will give it to you.
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, lost your proud steps. ...
Ah, you are finally as speechless as you predicted.
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
Selected Modern Inspirational Poetry 9: "A Flowering Tree" Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Selected passages of modern inspirational poems 10: Xi Murong of Qilixiang
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.