It's the river in my hometown in the moonlight.
Parting memories
This is a boat floating in the river.
Gently, wave goodbye.
The silent moon at this moment is you.
A sad and beautiful face
Moon, please tell me.
When did tears blur your eyes?
Ship, please tell me.
That cool wind full of sadness
How to fascinate you?
From then on, in the years of parting.
Miss, because I once had it.
Not lonely.
From then on, in the years of parting.
Missing becomes Bai Yueguang.
Every moonlit night.
Long and far away
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: Two families have relatives,
There are laughter and misunderstanding;
All the joys and sorrows have been tasted, tasted and experienced in the same table.
Home is a place of missing,
Have complaints and understanding;
All the difficulties melt between caring and missing.
Home is a place with lights,
Have calculation and generosity;
All the shortcomings were completed in a careful calculation.
Home is a place of missing,
There is blame and pay;
All wounds heal with love.
Home is a place with a local accent.
There is moonlight and ancient wells;
All the coolness is warming up in the distance.
Home is a place where you can't go out no matter how far you go.
There are brothers and sisters in the hall;
No matter how far you go, you can't get out of the familiar courtyard.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 3 The wind blows your name.
Fill every corner of the room
The newspaper column downstairs is acacia.
Standing is the end of time.
Even the doorman was moved by it.
Decided to turn off the lights for 30 seconds every night.
The night has lengthened your shadow.
Sneak up the window of dreams
Who is stamping their feet?
The days sigh.
Laughed again.
The wind blows your name.
I smell the smell of the house.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry When I was 4 years old, your appearance made me ambitious.
You asked my parents for food and clothing.
Regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow
Always by my side
With the growth of annual rings
You guide me, towards the distant.
When I was a child, your existence gave me a goal to strive for.
To make you more brilliant.
I chose the distance and wandering.
At this time, you are still like a bright light.
Light up the road ahead for me
Let me not be too confused.
In middle age, you lost your due glory in my heart.
Leaving is the light on my way forward.
For life, for reality.
I changed you and myself.
You become blurred, and I don't even know myself.
Life has lost its purpose.
At this time, I only live to live.
Youth is gone forever.
Life is a long road.
Dreams are so far away
Appreciation of modern poetry 5 if possible
I want to take you to the country.
-We sat by the high crib.
Listen to mom.
firefly
sparkling
Is it a lost star?
dandelion
umbrella
Whose dream does the feather fall in?
If possible
I want my childhood.
I want fairy tales
I want to find my childhood mother.
If possible
I never want to grow up again.
Carrying a small schoolbag
Play in the country
Touch the cow later.
Ride a horse later
For a while by the river.
Liu Shuxia, later.
count the stars
Point to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Blow the trumpet.
Oh dear!
The elder sister next door got married.
I want to grow up.
I'm afraid of growing up.
Whose chest is wearing red flowers?
Marry me as his bride.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 6 It's snowing.
It's snowing.
I can only see
Flying in silver and white
The way home
Cold snowflakes
The missing Yi is still on the bridge.
If there is no snow
I also want to be in a happy poem
Stretch your heart.
A piece of white
I just know/I just realized/I just found out.
In the footprints of spring
Autumn harvest pillow towel
On the road of wandering
Have the softest melody
To people far away.
You are in my truest world.
Cold season
Never forget.
White silk fluttering.
Silk on the horizon
Take me to my heart.
Maybe in a dream.
It's snowing.
Condensed into cold white crystals
I didn't see you.
My thoughts are flying
Plant the love fruit of thousands of lovesickness
be unable to fall asleep in the night
I will be in the spring
Be your flying butterfly.
Snowy days are holidays.
I have been paying attention to the weather these days.
The gloomy mood is very heavy.
Longing for a snow.
Thousands of miles away
Multiple fires.
Warm and tired mood
There is a feeling that it is accurate.
Let time freeze in this dusk.
I've seen it.
everywhere
Those lost words
Whether it's red, fat or green
Or red and green manure?
Don't care about owning anymore
Still longing for this snow
Let the feather of the heart
gently
Gently fall by your side
Thicker and thicker snowfields
Let it shine
Burn sb.' s life
I still see
A painful name
Leave as scheduled
Whether symbolic or metaphorical.
snowy day
This is all one
Unforgettable festival
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 7 Olympic Games
Hope burns in the hearts of many generations.
How many generations have passed their dreams?
Because of this dream
There is a burning emotion and a beating pulse.
There is rushing blood and salty sweat.
Every road sign is engraved with prophecies about dreams.
Because of this dream
Give the loss to the past and the hesitation to yesterday.
Put the surging light and heat into your heart, and put the passionate voice into your heart.
Every moment confirms the oath about dreams.
Because of this dream
Smile at the lightning and face the strong wind calmly.
It will always be a burning torch in my heart.
The beating flame reflects the brilliance of life.
finally
In front of the spotlight of the world podium
The bright five-star red flag rises high again and again.
The magnificent March of the Volunteers was played over and over again.
Tears of excitement came to my eyes again and again. ...
In our tears
Mount Qomolangma held its proud head high.
The majestic Great Wall has an unyielding backbone.
The surging Yellow River clenched its powerful fist.
The lion who woke up gave a magnificent roar.
Olympic torch
In the tassels of the morning sun
Forward it to us.
Be eager to do what sb wants to do.
On the realization of the Olympic dream, the author expressed his joy, excitement and heroic mood. "Everest held its proud head high/the majestic Great Wall stood its unyielding backbone/the surging Yellow River clenched its powerful fist/the awakened lion made a magnificent roar" and pushed the feelings to a climax. The sentence pattern of the poem twists and turns, winding and stretching, like boiling blood flowing in our bodies.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 8 My father is a farmer in the north.
He only has primary school culture.
I didn't even finish primary school.
No one believes that he can write poetry.
/
He is like an earthworm every day.
Loosening, sowing, weeding and fertilizing.
His eyes are only a few acres of irrigated land and dry land.
But there is always infinite strength and patience.
/
Father is just an ordinary farmer.
He can't make much money for his children.
But harvest mature wheat every summer.
But every autumn, I harvest red sorghum.
And golden corn
/
Father used a hoe instead of a pen.
Making paper from fields
With his unremitting efforts and sweat all his life
Write the simplest pastoral poem.
/
That poem is fragrant, suffocating in his dry smoke.
That poem is fragrant, in the salty taste of his sweat.
That poem is fragrant, in the smile of sunflower on the hillside.
That poem is fragrant, in the soil that he has never kissed enough in his life.
/
Father said: when I am old.
Bury me in the field next to the village
Land is my life.
Land is my root.
Only sleeping on the land in my hometown is the most practical.
/
Father can never write poetry in his life.
However, he has been writing poems all his life.
In his poems, there are mature crops.
And those of us who have grown up.
Only those who love this land deeply.
He is the most beautiful pastoral poet.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 9 How to look out of the window when you are alone?
Bamboo forest wind turns to fist, oblique ink drags.
Courage lurks in the cold and hot desires in winter,
Arrogance hides the word "chivalrous man" and wears it beside him.
Jianghai is full of spring flowers and autumn clothes.
Go into the sea and hide in your chest again,
You can't be afraid to pretend to be covered in blood,
The hope written a hundred years ago,
If you want to drink, how can you do great things?
Good at tolerating past injuries and talking about life,
Have a drink. What's wrong with dissatisfaction?
The sorrow of the east has been flowing.
We must be self-reliant and gentle,
The first embroidered frost sword won't open.
The measurement of sharp weapons is far-reaching,
Its fate is embedded in old books,
Perseverance will not waste a person's time,
You can polish your spine,
I choose my own direction,
Looking at the blue phosphorescence with lingering fetters,
Wan Li's eyes are on you,
There is also the courage to break through.
A hundred years can't stop the flow of time,
Who is next to the stone,
Wandering outside, a few stones will last forever,
The empty words of the fingers are all on the paper.
Let it wander in time
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 10 "The Bundle of Thoughts"
Carl sandburg, Mercal
I want to go to the beach, the fields,
Tears, laughter.
I thought about the home I built—
It was blown away by the wind again.
I want to party,
But every party is a farewell.
I think of the stars running in loneliness,
The orioles are in pairs, and the sunset is crazy.
Disappear into the darkness.
I want to cross the vast universe,
Go to the next planet,
Go to the last planet.
I want to leave a few tears,
And some laughter.