Modern Poems Written by Modern Famous Poets 1 1. Waiting for You in the Rain by Yu Guangzhong.
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
I have read many comments on this poem, and what impressed me the most was a wonderful passage about the science museum and Swiss watches, which was said to be a combination of classical and modern. However, personally, the appearance of these two images may be the only failure of this poem, and the combination of suit and melon hat makes people feel uncomfortable.
Second, Lin's "laughter"
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.
It was 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.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.
Third, the star of Fei Ming
The stars in the sky,
It is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall,
The star cluster says this is the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
Last night's midnight star,
Wipe the net bright and beautiful,
Sparse without losing,
The same is true of spring flowers and autumn moons.
Children are not fish.
Feng Wenbing incorporated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and his thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.
Fourth, Bian Zhilin's "out of chapter"
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
This one is the most famous among all the works with the theme of broken chapters. But many authoritative critics' explanations are different from the author's own.
V. Zheng Chouyu's "mistake"
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Six, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water"
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.
Only such a person can write such a work.
The seventh and fourth songs, Feng Zhi's snake.
My loneliness is a long snake,
Cold with nothing to say-
Girl, in case you dream about it,
Don't be afraid!
He is my faithful companion,
With warm homesickness in my heart:
It's thinking about the dense grassland,
Thick black silk on your head.
It's as light as moonlight,
Sneak past you;
Catch your dream for me,
Like a crimson flower.
Eight, He Qifang's "prophecy"
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 swallows are infatuated 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, stop your tired running,
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,
Tell me about my fiery life.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Twisted like a half-dead rattan python,
There is not a star 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? Please wait for me to go 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?
Nine, Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane"
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached silently and threw it again.
Breathing eyes
She drifted like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
well
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Eliminate her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
X Xu zhimo's farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Farewell, western paradise. Clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
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 He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is 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,
Don't take away a cloud.
Modern poems written by famous modern poets. Feng Zhi's Snake
My loneliness is a long snake, cold and speechless-
Girl, if you dream about it, don't be afraid!
It is my faithful companion, with warm homesickness in my heart;
It's thinking about the thick grassland and the thick black silk on your head.
It is as light as moonlight, sneaking past you;
Keep your dream for me, like a crimson flower.
Second, Lin's "laughter"
It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing.
Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth.
That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear.
Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart.
That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Third, Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane
I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She has the same color and fragrance as cloves.
Lilac sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation;
She walked in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella like me.
Walking silently like me, cold, sad and melancholy.
She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief.
She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats 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 and fragrance have faded,
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes and lilac melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float past a girl as sad as a lilac.
Fourth, Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came 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 He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic 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? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
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.
Five, the star of Fei Ming
It is said that the stars in the sky are eternal spring flowers.
There is a shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall, which is said to be the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
The stars at midnight last night were as clean as a bright net.
Sparse but not lost, spring flowers and autumn moons are also true, and children know fish without fish.
Six, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter"
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Seven, Zheng Chouyu's "mistake"
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Eight, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water"
This is a stagnant pool, and the breeze can't move at all.
Why not throw more rubbish and throw out the leftovers?
Maybe copper should be green to emerald, and a few petals of peach blossoms should be embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo qi, and the mold will steam out some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like foam;
The laughter of the little bead turned into a big bead, and it was bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water can be praised as somewhat clear.
If the frog can't stand loneliness, it is stagnant water calling for a song.
This is a backwater of despair, which is definitely not the beauty.
It is better to let ugliness cultivate and see what world he has created.
Nine, He Qifang's "prophecy"
This heartbeat day has finally come, and your footsteps are approaching like a sigh at night.
I can clearly hear that it's not the whisper of forest leaves and night wind, but the hoofbeat of elk crossing the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell, were you predicted by the young God?
You must come from the warm south. Talk about the moonlight and sunshine there.
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers and how the swallows fall madly in love with poplars.
I will sleep in your dreamlike singing with my eyes closed, and I seem to remember and forget.
Please stop, stop your tired running, come in, there is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn and listen to me sing my own songs in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and lofty as fire, and it will tell my life like fire.
Don't go any further, there is an endless forest ahead, and the ancient trees are marked with the words of the beast.
Half-dead vines are intertwined like pythons, and there is not a star missing from the dense leaves.
Hearing the empty echo of the first step, you will be too timid to let go of the second step.
Do you have to go? Please wait for me to go with you. My feet know every safe way.
I can keep singing the songs I'm tired of listening to, and then give them to you, and then give you the warmth in your hand.
The darkness of night interrupts us, so you can look me in the eyes in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song, and your feet didn't stop because of my trembling.
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk, it disappears, and so does your proud footsteps. ...
Oh, young God, did you finally come and go as predicted?