First, lyric poetry modern poem "Moonlight Walking"
Now it's like an underwater world,
Everything has settled and is silent.
Those dim branches,
Like corals in the sea.
The blue sky is slowly covered with smooth clouds.
Are silent waves;
There is only one ancient ivory ship,
Rowing on the sea of pearls
Pedestrians can't see each other's faces,
I only felt a glimpse,
Like a fish swimming in green water,
Come and go only shiny silver scales.
Second, lyric poetry modern poetry "wake up"
Fall from another world
Frightened by the empty birds singing.
Or the spring thunder by the bed
From the invisible cocoon
Break free, still don't want to take it off.
Potential to be affirmed
If I were a mummy,
Turn my eyes slowly
Questioning the surrounding environment and memory.
Happy cycle.
Every time I go back to Sue, I'm not there.
Close your blind hands.
Third, lyric poetry Modern poem "Good night"
Exiled poet
Does this night belong to you?
Does this tender and sweet night endured by the newlyweds belong to you?
No, there is no moonlight, no flowers and no swans tonight.
My fingers are covered with drizzle and grass,
But even this rainy night is all yours?
Yes, they are all mine.
But don't think my love is full of plaques.
I get nutrients from the air and calcium from the sun.
My beard is like the hair of an arrow.
But my love is as shy as night.
Ah, your friend who has been talking to me since midnight.
Please pass me your slender fingers.
Fourth, lyric poetry Modern poem "Hot Corn"
A pair of little boys with hot corn are chasing a play in the street.
The hot corn in your hand is like the Olympic torch relay.
Everything is accelerating to maturity.
Please watch a pair of little boys chasing a play in the street.
They strode across the sun with fresh hot corn in their hands.
It's like crossing a lake
Like crossing my mom's trampoline.
They avoided the street trees and chased the drama forward.
What are they laughing at?
The boy's blue vest is running on the boulevard.
Golf suit and shorts.
And snow-white sneakers.
Parents followed behind on bicycles.
Parents followed behind on bicycles.
A boy is running.
I couldn't help but stop and break off a piece of hot corn.
Cheerful grains shine charming cross stars through silk cotton.
The boy chased the other running boy more closely.
The golden fruit of scalded corn makes the city's summer mature instantly.
The boys are running on the iron bridge. Running on the river bank. Running on the fence.
What are their names?
What are they laughing at?
You can hear the wind rustling in the hot corn fields.
Please accelerate the maturity of everything.