1, ferry
Xi Murong
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
cloudy day
Mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Chinese new year has stopped since then.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find it near the ferry.
A flower that can be sent to each other.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
2. "Frontier"
Xi Murong
If people can really be reincarnated
If there is reincarnation in the world,
therefore
my love
What were we in our previous lives?
you
If she is a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I
It must be the one you missed under your wrist.
you
If you are an urchin who plays truant,
I
It must be brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
aflame
Stay silent with you for a while
therefore
Meet in this life
I always feel a little unfinished.
But it's very forgetful
Can't distinguish carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
3. Love at first sight
Simboska
They trust each other,
It was the passion of generate that brought them together in an instant.
This determination is beautiful,
But impermanence is more beautiful,
They have never met, so they are sure.
Have nothing to do with each other,
But words from streets, stairs, corridors—
Maybe they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them.
Do you remember-
At the moment when the revolving doors face each other.
Or mumbling "excuse me" in the crowd.
Or "wrong number" on the other end of the phone.
But I know the answer,
Yes, they don't remember. ...
If they know, they will be very surprised.
It turned out that fate played a trick on them.
Many years.
The time is not yet ripe,
Their fate,
Fate pushed them closer and drove them away.
Get in their way,
Hold back your laughter,
Then step aside.
I'm not quite ready.
Become their destiny.
Fate pushed them closer and drove them away,
Get in their way,
Hold back your laughter,
Then step aside.
There are some signs and signals,
Even if they don't understand it.
Maybe three years ago.
Or just last Tuesday
There is a leaf.
Floating from one shoulder to the other?
Something was dropped and picked up.
Who knows, maybe it's that one
A ball that disappeared in the childhood bush?
Door handles and doorbells
Always on the mark left by one hand
Cover the other hand.
The suitcases are all packed,
And was discharged there.
One night, maybe it was the same dream,
Will be blurred in the morning.
Every beginning
It will only be a sequel.
And books that actually write stories.
But it always starts in the middle.
Step 4 trust
Xi Murong
I believe that the nature of love and
The simplicity and gentleness of life
I believe that all
Reflection and fit of light and shadow
I believe the trees are full of flowers.
Only from a seed in the ice and snow.
I believe in 300 poems.
What is repeated is just that
What you can't say when you are young.
That word
I believe in all God's arrangements.
I also believe that if you are willing to work with me
Go back together
In that distant and humble source
We will finally understand each other.
5. "Meeting is fate"
Goethe
Meet by chance, get to know each other,
I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight.
When drinking is a song, the past is still clear.
Life is like a dream. May I be drunk forever.
Passers-by are in a hurry and will say goodbye sooner or later.
Today is the autumn wind, and yesterday the yellow flowers were still there.
The ancient road is long and the golden urn is full.
Years are like stars, and feelings are like water.
My heart is full of the moon, so when will the dragon sing?
6. When birds fly over the window
Lan Jian Piaopiao
A field full of rape blossoms
Flat, stretched
Childhood song
Riding on the back of a cow and singing along the path
Smoke from the kitchen is on the blue tile at dusk.
Jumping and frolicking
Whose mulberry picking girl is it?
Roll up gauze sleeves
Facing the river
Dress up that sweet dream
come and go
Crowd, white people
The birds
Embark on the pilgrimage of youth clothes
Old log cabin
Silent calendar
hands up!
look into the sky
Pray for an amazing declaration of life
On the ancient windowsill
Jasmine parviflora
Gentle and fragrant every fan.
Closed window lattice
Step 7 laugh
Lin
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's a smile-God's smile, a beautiful smile:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
This is a smile-a poetic smile, a painted smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
8. stagnant water
Wen Yiduo
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
The above is the appreciation of the famous modern poems I prepared for you. Poetry is a literary genre that expresses feelings and wishes. Mao's Preface to Poetry says: "Poets have their own aspirations. Have ambition in your heart and speak like a poem. " Yan Yu's Poems on Canglang in the Southern Song Dynasty said that "poets chant temperament". There is only one kind of art expressed in words, and that is poetry, which is also the most touching art.