Who doesn't want to enjoy the beautiful scenery?
Many beautiful women can't get it,
You can only shoot with your eyes,
Think in your head.
A melancholy and sad moment,
Unless the flowers have withered?
Or spring is far from hope.
It's painful and sad,
Down the cliff, out of the jungle, towards the moonlight.
Fading is the law and truth of nature,
What's wrong with floating in the sky?
There is also the smell of plants in the air.
There are many joys and sorrows in the world.
The flower of true love never fades.
I wish flying flowers had an afterlife,
Turn into snow lotus and be strong.
Occupy the cold and flawless land,
Enjoy the cold light of Xue Hai.
The spring in this world is higher.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry after Rain II
Standing on the balcony
Didi qingquan
Hanging from a branch and swinging.
Look at the sky through water drops.
It is obviously the rainbow in my hometown.
station
At that moment, I decided to travel far.
It's been a long time since I left the familiar alley.
The puppy wagged its tail happily.
I still hear birds chirping in the tree.
At this time, the sky crossed a familiar figure.
Appreciating Modern Poetry 3 Sometimes you wander in the distant sky.
Infinite delusion
Such as innocence, unfettered freedom.
I told you! You see, what an immature ideal.
Sometimes you wander in the miserable rain.
There is no hope of spring.
Like sadness, uncontrollable sadness.
I told you! You see, what a tragic ideal.
Poet! What a pure fantasy, what a ridiculous sadness.
Your ideal!
But Nietzsche looked forward to the sun, confused eyes!
Go!
My ideal!
It's not the fantasy of traveling, nor the sadness of soliloquy!
Nor is it a self-styled philosophy and a crazy "sun"
Go!
My ideal!
It's Xiao Ming! It's sentiment!
Regardless of God's joy and anger,
Or the bitterness and joy of life
So,
I have no ideal, no ideal.
Just experience!
Just trudging!
Like natural babies!
Misguided into the world!
Ideal, that is the absurdity on the wall!
In other words, the fence is within reach!
Appreciate modern poetry
Our poetry
This is a brick.
Or a grain of rice?
Can't build a house
Can't be eaten as food.
we
We are a group of self-deprecating social scum.
Regardless of the soul
Come to blows
we
Let's hit you.
My feet-
Comment on each other
Boast to each other
we
We were blown down by the strong winds of the times.
It's fatigue
Or lose confidence?
we
We might as well be a fool.
Or a little woman
we
We are already lying on the ground.
Take one's last breath
Only a faint breath of life is left.
we
We just looked at each other's faces.
Laugh at each other
With this final death
we
Which of us is the first?
A person who spits in each other's faces.
And then we ourselves
Drowned by his own saliva
we
We, I admit
I also like writing poems.
That's ridiculous nonsense.
Was it the first person to spit?
we
We, at my decisive age.
Choice gives me a headache.
"Calligraphy" has little social significance.
"Painting" is just a matter of skill.
we
We, my time is a dry ocean.
I can't die without water-
we
We, my thoughts are gathering.
The thoughts of all fools in the world:
If you want to die, you can choose the tallest building and jump.
we
We, I choose literature.
To pick up the first one in China.
"Nobel Prize"
we
We, I'm here
Blind people perform tightrope walking.
Create a world scandal
we
We, my friends.
Don't argue with an idiot like me.
My saliva is even an ant.
Can't drown.
Yes, that's it!
Appreciating Modern Poetry 5 Your Beautiful Face
Ripple in my heart
Your jumping notes
Turn around in my ear
Walk by the roadside
You are like a breeze.
Sleep in a dream
You are like a cradle.
Tired
You are like coffee.
Difficult period
You are like a friend.
When depressed
You are like spring.
I tried to get rid of you.
But I'm like a man who has lost his soul.
I became a walking corpse.
I can't get rid of my attachment to you
poetic sentiment
You are destined to inject into my blood.
Blood that makes me bleed boiling.
Your burning emotions
Makes me sentimental.
Set off the mountain of fire in my heart
Your wise words
Give me a sensitive heart.
Your flying imagination
Take me into a magical world.
How can I give up on you?
In your world.
I met Pushkin.
Tagore
Lipper
Du Fu
Qu Yuan
My soul was baptized by them.
My pulse and them
Fight together
I seem to be possessed by a ghost.
My mind became strange.
I feel my hair is getting longer.
Like a wild horse running wild.
Galloping on the grassland
Like a flying bird.
The soul seems to be leaving the body.
sometimes
I can't restrain my feelings.
Write it down like a storm
Breathing Fire
I tremble with the pulse of my feelings.
I don't need to teach poetry skills.
I only rely on my love of poetry.
Write down that sacred feeling
Like a devout believer
Worship the holy land of Mecca.
My poems may be naive.
Maybe it's just narcissism
Finally turned to dust like me.
but I ...
I won't lose my love for this.
I like poetry.
Just like you love my life.
poetic sentiment
Destined to love you forever.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 6 (1)
The eagle is coming, in the distance, in the twilight.
A sacred shadow opened my memory.
The eagle came, covered with white clouds and dust.
Overlooking the mountains and fields
Jump into the air and fly into the distance
Here comes the eagle, croaking.
Singing proudly in the sky
Have indomitable spirit.
There is a heroic driving through the clouds.
(2)
An eagle, a drop of blood.
Take dreams as a career and the sky as a channel.
Eagles have higher goals.
Lonely, with the whole sky.
When an eagle becomes a flying kite.
Be held by a pair of gentle hands
Like holding the distant sky.
The eagle is high and overlooks all beings.
(3)
Eagle's dream, in the eternal sky
That's because ... ...
With soaring wings,
The eagle saw the flag flying in the wind.
Because the ancient sun shines in the east.
The Millennium torch shines on the loneliness of the eagle.
Ancient songs echoed in the blood vessels of the eagle.
The eagle guards the ancient land of China and Xiamen.
Snow Mountain River, Wan Li Great Wall.
(4)
Boundless, boundless
Only white clouds, only wind.
With the eagle flying
Cross the sky and write history.
The wind and cloud are stirring, boundless and tragic.
Flying sand and stones, jingling.
Proud and arrogant, passionate.
The eagle is coming, holy spirit.
In the air, in the sea
Where the motherland needs it most.
Appreciating Modern Poetry 7 Larks sing beautifully and loudly.
Crossing the dawn
Stop at my sleeping window.
The fragrance of early spring breath
With a sweet dream
fly
Who is plucking the strings of spring?
Dongfeng whistle
Silk tapestry
Butterflies fly
And apricot rain wet with clothes.
Quietly turning a sweet song
Drifting in a dreamy morning
That greedy dream is somewhat sweet.
Immerse yourself in the joy of spring.
Indulge in the kiss of bees and butterflies
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
Enjoy the charm and romance of spring.
Romantic season
Romantic March
Warm wind,
Cut like scissors
A wisp of love is still messy.
Being drunk is a feeling.
With a sunny heart
There is a sweet smile on her lips.
Who awakened the dawn of spring?
Turn the green angel
Dominate the hope in your heart
I heard your laughter.
Romantic and hazy
Spring has come, how should I greet it?
Is your smile wind or cloud?
Your imagination always amazes time.
You can always roll up your spring sleeves.
Gently wipe the vows of eternal love
You use all your green.
In the longing for the journey of life
Dating this spring
In March
Enjoy the warmth of the sun.
As long as you say
Still love spring
All the sadness was blown away by the spring breeze.
The tree of life in March is full of sweet acacia.
This green dress is decorated with flowers.
Waiting for you.
Come and listen to the songs of spring.
Feel the color of spring
Feel the warmth of spring
I want to fly with the dream of spring.
I want to fly, the wind will take me to the blue sky.
Gauze passing through white clouds
Overlooking the earth, they all put on new clothes.
Dressed in green
Enriched the smile of Chunshan.
Ban Xi bi shui
Rippling with the tranquility of spring mountain.
The messenger of spring is really busy.
She always uses those affectionate hands.
Gently, slowly
Touch the earth
Green grows between her fingers.
Flowers bloomed under her fingers.
The earth has received the invitation of green.
For a while.
They are all colorful.
Take us into the palace in spring.
Beautiful flowers come into your eyes.
Good wishes warm my heart.
I want to keep you.
Whatever it takes.
I want to freeze you in a drunken time.
Eight dim street lamps with sleepy eyes.
Looking forward to the shadow of dawn lingering in Chen Guangzhong.
The heavy rain in autumn night had a lonely dream for the time being.
Sadness cast in the deep blue sky meets sadness in the clouds.
Walking alone in the ancient rhyme proudly bluestone alley.
Listening to the dripping eaves whispering in the cold wind
On the Moon Arc of Woodcarving and Drawing Beams at Qiaotou
Looking at the flowing stream, with frosty moonlight and swaying leaves.
Serious elm willow restrained gentle affectation.
Quietly stood a batch of ivory tulle.
Swimming gently on the wooden boat, leading a group of moths around the fishing lamp.
One shattered the moon, and the other shattered the dream of hometown.
Driving deep into the fog, smelling the clear water and urging the boat into the night.
Like a drunken traveler, he fell asleep naturally.
Does the dream sail far away or stop by her side?
Is love a lingering gaze or an illusion of missing?
It is no longer appropriate to question, and my heart is sleepy and numb.
The long-cherished wish to die and ascend to heaven has deeply imprisoned myself.
If the dream is just Hong Ying flying after the rain.
If love is just a pain that gradually becomes clear after loss
I hope I'll come after the dream dissipates.
I should stay away from love before it appears.
Appreciating Modern Poetry 9 Winter has passed.
Spring is coming
Welcome the flowers in spring
In his sleep
Waiting for the spring breeze and spring rain, my mother will wake up.
Ah, spring flowers are kissing in the garden.
Winter has passed.
Spring is coming
Welcome the flowers in spring
In his sleep
Waiting for the spring breeze and spring rain, my mother will wake up.
Ah, spring flowers are kissing in the garden.
Look at that white pear flower.
Play comfortably on the swing gently.
Look at that string of apricot flowers.
Arguing with birds about the beauty of spring.
Looking at anxious Li.
Quietly let the little bee be her own baby.
Look at the elm leaves and plums in the flowers.
Ha ha laugh
Look, look at the characters in those flowers.
Is it me? Are you him?
Oh, it's us, it's you, it's them
Play comfortably on the swing gently.
Look at that bunch of apricot flowers.
Arguing with birds about the beauty of spring.
Looking at anxious Li.
Quietly let the little bee be her own baby.
Look at the elm leaves and plums in the flowers.
Ha ha laugh
Look, look at the characters in those flowers.
Is it me? Are you him?
Oh, it's us, it's you, it's them
Grade 3 of Qingbin Primary School in nangang district, Harbin, Heilongjiang: Liu Rui
Appreciate modern poetry 10 Sorry, I'm not your type. I'm pretending,
Every time I want to cry,
Tears swirled in my eyes.
Go to hell, bear it,
Will hide in the corner,
Release my tears.
Every time I cry,
Are silent,
Only tears are flowing downwards.
I know,
I cry before your eyes,
You will be sad, you will be sad.
I'm pretending,
I obviously need your concern,
But pretend to be happy.
I will never cry in front of you,
Because I think people who are worried about me,
People who care about me will be sad to see me cry.
I just don't want to upset you.
I cry in front of people who will worry and care about me.
I feel like a real person,
Will make you worry.
Sometimes,
You're crying,
I won't comfort you,
It's not that I don't care,
It's just that I think it's a way for you to release your unhappiness.
I shouldn't bother.
Maybe I'll be sad,
It's sad,
But I decided not to comfort.
Because I'm afraid you'll hate me,
I'm afraid you'll be more upset.
I'm really pretending,
Pretend not to be sad,
Pretending not to worry,
Pretend not to care,
Pretend not to comfort.
I'm pretending. I'm really faking it