Rhyme belongs to a literary genre. As the name implies, it generally means that the end of each line of poetry must rhyme, and the poem reads like a ballad. Rhyme here refers to modern rhyme, which belongs to a new style of poetry, similar to the popular rhyme of Fang on the Internet. Debuted after 2000.
China's rhyming poems
Rhythm poetry belongs to a new poetic style under the control of modern poetry. On the basis of combining the achievements of modern poetry, it adds a new step, that is, the end of each line of poetry must rhyme, so that China's modern poetry inherits the precious blood of ancient poetry while pursuing freedom and boldness, and finally shines again with a new life face, laying a solid and powerful foundation for the sustainable development of China's modern poetry, which will open the door for China's modern poetry to enter a glorious historical chapter.
Appreciation of China's Rhyme Poems and Pingze Poems
Plain rhyming poems
Control youth
I use the first person.
Leave love and hate behind
Copy our script
I use the second person.
Cry in the play
Separated from your favorite human.
I use the third person.
It is too late to describe warmth.
Youth that has turned around
China's rhyming poems
The lingering of love
You said the world would get old one day.
You look at the last dying petal.
Despair almost runs through your whole sight.
The northwest wind violently tore off the last few leaves from the buttonwood tree.
After all, you put the refusal so tactfully against the wind.
I am too modest to apologize for my bad temper.
Look at the crowds gathering and dispersing in the past.
Let the wind knife in September carve my lonely face
If this song is over, can you stay with your young heart again?
Thousands of people who pretend to be sweet talk pass by you.
They try their best to touch your heartstrings.
In fact, I am the only one who can see through what you like. Just a kind of simplicity.
On the border to the city, I looked back for the last time.
In that brightly lit building, there must be a room where you can shine all night.
I'm afraid I can't remind you to get rid of the bad habit of staying up late.
Thank you for your love, which will haunt me all my life.
I hope there will be a pair of kind hands in the world to hold you tightly.
I only say goodbye to you in the last blog post.