Life Comprehension Modern Poetry 1 1, Outside the Fence by Dickinson
There is a strawberry on the other side of the fence. I know I can climb up if I want. Strawberries, how sweet! However, God will definitely scold me for my dirty apron. Oh, dear, I guess, if he is a child, he will climb over, if he can, climb over!
Comments: This poem is full of innocent and romantic atmosphere. What seems to be written for children is actually a memory of the past. When you grow up, some things, once lost, can't be retrieved.
2. Ingblack's "Naive Prophecy"
To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an instant.
This little poem is meaningful, memorable and full of philosophy. It tells us a simple truth: the past is eternal, the present is eternal, and the future is eternal. Eternal is not the world and heaven, not gravel and wild flowers, but the soul and love in your palm.
3. The life and death of Yinglan
I don't argue with anyone, and I don't care who I argue with; I love nature, followed by art; My hands are burning the fire of life to keep warm; The fire has gone out, and I'm ready to go.
This little poem is surprisingly calm, but it contains the great wisdom of life: understanding and calmness, washing away the lead. A person who loves life, a pure person, a person full of life wisdom, isn't this kind of personality realm what I have been pursuing all my life?
4. Chess by Borges, Argentina
Chess pieces don't know that they are actually chess players, and they dominate their own destiny with open arms. Chess pieces don't know the strict rules, which limits their will and retreat. Night and day form another chessboard, keeping players firmly in the middle. God controls the chess player, and the chess player controls the chess pieces. Behind God, which God set the fetters of dust, time, dreams and pain?
This little poem is similar to out-of-context and naive prophecy. Life is like a chess game, one ring is buckled and the other is buckled. We can't escape from the besieged city of life, but we can find a pure land in the besieged city. Only by seeing your position clearly can you get rid of the pain of the cycle of birth, illness and death and get happiness. Let all the people in the world understand the mystery that plagues God.
5, Irish Ye Zhi "When You Are Old"
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
This is a quiet poem. When you are quiet, talk to your soul quietly and tell your past: there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows in the story. But, ah, you will never regret it, but have a quiet and serene heart. At this moment, getting old is also a kind of happiness.
6. A Message from a Friend by Mehani Rubin
Pay attention to your thoughts, it will become your words; Pay attention to your words, it will become your actions; Pay attention to your actions, it will become your habit; Pay attention to your habit, it will develop your character; Pay attention to your character, it will decide your fate!
This little poem is more like a prophecy. It is concise and pointedly points out many weaknesses of human nature. Thought and speech, habits of action, personality and destiny are interrelated. A person with taste and self-restraint can see clues from these points. As a friend, I give you a rose, and my hand must be filled with the fragrance of happiness.
Life perception of modern poetry II. Haizi faces the sea, and spring blossoms.
From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, cut firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. That happy lightning told me, and I will tell everyone. Give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future, everything will be fine, and you will be very happy in this city. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Comments: The world is full of literature, but it is difficult to be bland. This little poem is full of happiness. It embraces everything with its broad mind. It warms people's hearts because it pushes itself to death and the world to happiness. Reading this poem depends on intuition. It gives people the strength to survive and tells the world that the world is the only paradise. Live a good life, how bright the sun is and how wonderful life is!
Second, Bian's "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.
"Broken chapter" implies that life is just an experience, just like a fleeting fragment in the illusory world of a movie. We are not the protagonists in the play, but without us, the play would not be so wonderful.
Third, Zong Baihua's The Stream of Life.
The stream of my life is a cloud wave on the ocean, always shining in the blue of the sea and sky. The stream of my life is the microwave on the river, which always reflects the green mountains and trees on both sides. The stream of my life is the sound wave on the strings, always surrounding the autumn star and bright moon in the pine forest. The stream of my life is the love wave on the spring of her heart, which will always haunt her day and night.
This is a beautiful poem, which reminds people of a gurgling stream, clear and sweet. What I see from it is the natural state of life: unpretentious, good and indisputable. Its beauty is beautiful and real. Reading such poems all my life is not only touching, but also happiness.
Fourth, Zheng Chouyu's "mistake"
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River and looked like a lotus in the season. If the east wind doesn't come, the catkins in March can't fly. Your heart is like a lonely town, like a bluestone street facing dusk. The sound is silent, the spring curtain in March has not been opened, and your heart is a closed small window sash. My horseshoe was a beautiful mistake. I'm not a passer-by, just a passer-by. ...
This poem is like a song that gently sings an old story. Smellable, full of fragrance. Reading is like reading a picture, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and ordinary alleys, and every place is exciting. If the biggest vagrancy is impermanence of life, why not stop and enjoy it slowly! If you can't catch up with people who travel far away, it is also a kind of happiness to be with people around you.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Xu Zhimo's "Accidental"
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your heart. You don't have to be surprised, let alone happy. It disappeared in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting!
Life is an accident. The meeting between you and me is like the most splendid fireworks we have ever seen in each other's world, blooming the most beautiful brilliance! Let love stay at this most beautiful moment, the love in the world is a kind of hazy.
The intransitive verb Xi Murong's "The Flowering Tree"
Anyway, let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this-I have been begging the Buddha for 500 years, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. In the sun, the flowers are blooming carefully, which is the hope of my previous life! Please listen carefully when you approach. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting! When you finally walk past and fall behind you ... friends! That's not a petal, it's my withered heart.
Nothing is more heartbreaking than waiting for 500 years and missing it. The Supreme Treasure loves Xia Zixian's daughter, and Bai Jingjing only appeared to let him find true love. How many trees in the world bloom for someone who doesn't love himself, and how many people bear fruit with what they love in their hearts?
Seven, "distance" from Gu Cheng
You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.
This is a poem with symbolic meaning. Everyone has different interpretations. The affection between you and me is like the distance between the cloud and the ground. If the heart is close, the horizon is close at hand, if the heart is far, the horizon is close at hand. You don't love me, you just love that feeling.
Eight, Zhu Xiang "Bury Me"
Bury me in the lotus pond, and the sound of water worms dragging in my ear. On the green lotus leaf lamp, fireflies are flickering-burying me under the cherry blossoms of horses, dreaming fragrant dreams forever-burying me on the top of Mount Tai, and the wind has swallowed the solitary pine-otherwise, burning me to ashes, throwing me into the flooded Chunjiang River, drifting away with the fallen flowers, unaccounted for.
Lotus seeds have nine tricks, and you have ten tricks. Every time I read this poem, my heart trembles. The lonelier a person is, the stronger his love is. How much you love nature, but you seem to have no nostalgia for the world. Or that the company of Chunjiang River is the perfect destination in your heart.
Nine, Lu Chen's "soil"
Always regard yourself as a pearl, and always fear the pain of being buried. Treat yourself like dirt and let everyone step on you.
I always thought I was one of hundreds of millions of dust, and I was one of thousands of waves. Maybe I'm proud, too. If I can't make pearls, I will be the soil and become a road silently like you.
X. Cang Yang Jia CuO's Lover
Living in Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy area. Walking in the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world.
You are like Bai Lianhua in the dark, quietly blooming. Just waiting for the right person. You were surprised for a while, and then you disappeared in a hurry. Is it necessary to be like the Buddha to be the most beautiful lover in the world? Love silently, rejoice silently.
Life Comprehension Modern Poetry 3 "If"
If everyone loses his mind,
Curse you,
You can still keep a clear head;
If everyone suspects you,
You can still believe in yourself,
Shake all doubts;
If you have to wait, don't get tired of it.
Don't be deceived by others,
Be hated by others, don't hold a grudge,
Don't be too optimistic and self-righteous;
If you are a dream catcher,
Don't be dominated by dreams;
If you are a thoughtful person,
Just thinking will not achieve the goal;
If you encounter pride and frustration
Treat them as liars;
If you can bear what you say.
Twisted by villains to deceive fools;
Watching the things you care about all your life be destroyed,
Then bend over and repair with broken tools;
If after you win countless honors,
In the case of sudden peak drop,
After the failure, make a comeback,
Don't complain about your failure;
If you can force yourself,
Hold your ground for a long time after others leave,
There is nothing in your heart.
Will only tell you "hold on!" ;
If you talk to people and keep your manners,
Walking with the king can keep a distance;
If enemies and friends don't hurt you;
If everyone is counting on you,
But no one is wholeheartedly;
If you spend 60 seconds running a short distance,
Fill that unforgivable minute
You can have a world,
Everything in this world is yours,
More importantly, son,
You are an indomitable spirit.
Life Comprehension Modern Poetry 4 "Cycas Flowering"
Listen to the blooming of a flower quietly, leisurely.
Wandering thoughts strengthen the dawn and light.
The sincerity of a pure child, the frustration of calyx.
I cried without tears, but I still insisted on being burned.
Autumn is windy, which is a dramatic performance.
The weak soul echoed and trembled.
Out of reach, I long for the edge of the handrail and comfort.
Changes of cycads
Rust will not stain the steel in the trunk.
Full of desire, give vent to fragrance.
A soul is shining and open.
Holy and clean flowers are sincere and invisible.
The temperature burned smooth skin.
I can't sing because I'm hoarse. How is that possible?
Shout pain, beat edges and corners, and modify.
I'm full of potholes, and I can tolerate both hot and cold.
A cycad tree, shining.
Expose the stamens, with a crystal fragrance.
Life perception of modern poetry 5 1. Secular shackles
Life is like a dream, and you are contaminated with six dusts.
Watch the flowers fall and listen to the wind.
Don't let the worldly shackles imprison you.
Take off your dusty coat.
Make it difficult to interfere with nagging sadness.
Let despair
Drift away in the boundless waves
Throw the spy out of the clouds, kuya.
Don't indulge in passive gossip
Pick up a moonlit oratorio
Pick a red flower and hold a green leaf.
Devote oneself to writing beautiful, blurred and lush poems
Let the haze in my heart disappear completely
Second, Suiyuan
Butterflies fly with flowers every year
Every year, leaves are blown by the wind.
Career is doomed, don't be sad.
What's strange about the origin of fate?
What's it like to have no flowers on the other side?
Aggregation is sometimes discrete and rational.
The figure who hurried away after the curtain call.
You must never stop and linger.
My previous life has never been corrected. How do you live this life?
Let fate take its course and let your soul breathe freely.
Third, give up.
It is foolish to keep suffering, and it is also foolish to keep melancholy.
It is foolish to continue to be confused, and it is regrettable to continue to cheat.
What's the use of crying?
Screaming at the top of your lungs will only make you tired.
Behind giving up is another kind of fulfillment
Behind the tears is another kind of understanding
If hope is a hopeless ending
Why are you still stupid and unwilling to give up?
Fourth, mentality.
Who is obsessed with burying the past all his life?
If tears fall, let them slowly wash away the sadness of the years.
If you are drunk, let your heart relax.
Who and who depend on each other in the beautiful rings like flowers.
Who gently holds who in his hand, staring at the depths.
Whose fragrance is always scattered by beauty bombs?
Pay attention to whose past the injury precipitated.
People who indulge in the long book of life are different.
Someone painted a bustling city.
Someone painted a quiet pastoral scene.
Some people paint wild scenery in a freehand way.
Someone drew a picture of the moon, cloudy day, sunny day, sunset and sunset.
Don't take a shirt with you when the curtain of life is about to fall.
Listen to the trickle in front of Naihe Bridge.
Don't expect yourself to last forever.
Five, the color of the sky
The train carriages went through the tunnel in rows.
There is a smell of kapok in the breeze.
Try to count the old streets.
How many stories do we have?
Alienated city
And frivolous youth
Bitterness and sweetness are only known to oneself.
There is a voice that cannot be forgotten.
Remember grandma singing softly to me?
Don't forget, children.
Human experience has its rules.
When the world changes.
Don't forget the original color of the sky.
Playing and chasing in the sunshine of rice fields
Put a boat floating in the water by the river.
Dandelions float like snow in the wind.
That's a sign of summer.
When you grow up,
Will you forget?
We must contact and reach an agreement.
Who knows the changes in the future?
I remember a song that goes like this.
Vi. Flowering trees
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Seven, youth without complaint
When you are young, if you love someone,
Please be gentle with him.
No matter how long you have been in love,
If you can always be gentle with each other, then,
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye,
And be grateful in my heart,
Thank him for giving you a memory.
You won't know until you grow up.
At the moment when I suddenly looked back,
Youth without resentment has no regrets,
Like a quiet full moon on the mountain.