A modern poem 1 "Rain Over My Chest" describes spring alone.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
Self-edited two modern poems "Spring Girl"
Ai Qing
Miss Chun is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Full of things-
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing,
Ha ha ha ... "
Self-edited modern poem 3 "Woods in the City" describing spring
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Self-edited four modern poems "Pushing Open the Door of Spring"
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
Self-edited five modern poems "Stepping on the Threshold of Spring"
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.