Poetry 1: a person who writes poetry.
Some leisurely poems, like fish swimming in the dark night, I saw a bird with broken wings. These swimming fish are bright-eyed, and their only goal is a direction related to plums.
I want to hang some thoughts on the fish, and they gave me a smile: it should have been like this a long time ago. The bird in the night, it suddenly fluttered its wings and flew away.
Poetry 2: Rainy Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wandered in the lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking silently with the same indifference, sadness and melancholy as me.
She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She drifted across a dreamlike sadness and confusion. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path.
In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.
Poetry 3: You from afar
Defend the frontier, young and frivolous, pick up a ladle of water, pick up a ladle of water for the horse to drink, I look at your eyes, hold your mane, pack your saddle, step on the horse and return home, the country is in the snow, glory and Jia, wine and fur, flashing wind; Under the full moon, I am frivolous and passionate. I want to send you a valley. I am the wind that passes through the valley.
My wife and she are in a hurry. This is a letter from Ben Ma. There is a chandelier hanging in the post office. There are three chicken feathers stuck to the letter, and there is a rose in it. The horse snorted and the hot air roared in the distance.
On the battlefield beyond the Great Wall, I pulled up my bow in the moonlight, stirring the moan of armor. This is the age of cold weapons, and we are fighting. The blade pierced my body, cut my ribs and dyed my horse red with blood. The smoke gradually dispersed, and under the Bai Yueguang, the shadows on the ground, the tired heart, the swaying reeds and the full moon reminded me of you in the distance.
Characteristics and classification of modern poetry;
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.
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.
According to the form: metrical poems, free poems.
According to genre: fairy tale poems, fable poems, prose poems, verse poems, etc.
According to the forms of expression: narrative poems and lyric poems.
According to the length: micro-poems, short poems, short poems and long poems.
According to the forms of expression, it can be divided into narrative poems and lyric poems. This is divided according to the expression of the content of the work.