Modern poetry using metaphor?

Farewell to Cambridge and still water. Yes, and oak trees.

Say goodbye to Cambridge again

I left quietly,

When I came softly;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the western 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 a tree,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crushed between floating algae,

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,

Back to the greener grass,

Full of stars,

Play a song in the starlight

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.

Dead 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 rusty peach petals 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,

See what kind of world it has created.

To the oak-tree pavilion

If I love you-

Unlike climbing Campbell,

Show off with your tall branches:

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

It is not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.

Even during the day.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok beside you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, close to the ground,

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one

Understand what we said.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like halberds,

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share cold waves, storms and lightning;

We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,

As if we were separated forever,

But they depend on each other all their lives,

This is great love,

Loyalty is here:

Not only love your strong body,

I also love your stand and the land under your feet.