Which modern poems are the best? introduce

Because there is a county in the number of words, I can't help but miss the contents of the first few poems ~ ~ ~ These are all excellent poems in my collection ~ ~ Full of Hope —— [Spanish] Aleixandre Merlo's Under the Moon —— Fett [Russia] That's not my paradise —— Recalling the Pearl of Bekang Bridge —— Xu Zhimo's When You —— Two Days in Rollo —— Xu You Don't you know that if you don't start constantly, you can't complete the real return? How can a thousand outstretched wings be like a pair of stopped shoes? Last night, there was a tree waiting in the fog, "One Man"-[Yihe Poetry Society] Sadness has wrapped around your body and nerves like a street. I can't tell things clearly, I feel uncomfortable for a long time, and I don't smile. People wonder if you are depressed. Many temptations make me put myself in the wrong position to talk to you. I feel like a clown. Even at night and in winter, when you stand in the wind, your eyes are full of affection. What do you have in mind? Like a distant place, I send letters and feel uneasy all day. A gift from God! He made me choose the right time. At that time, you were kneeling on the ground, praying in a low voice that tears soaked the book like soybeans. From then on, I became gentle and out of control: with my back to the starlight, counting from one to one hundred, my heart began to be transparent and pure, making it easy for you to be an excuse to hang into your body carefully. Remember the grace of the world, thank you for your comfort when your blood vessels coagulate, face the bamboo forest alone, and wait for the loss of autumn. Learn to smile at the dust and hide it in the dark. Keep a secret and don't share it with others. Sometimes you are silent and say nothing. Sometimes you will climb the ruins of your hometown, smell the bodies of your comrades-in-arms and think of the prophet. Meteor-Yu Tingna's meteor cuts through the sky, and it is the sword of the night god that splits the sky, indicating that only by completely forgetting the past can the soul be reborn. Meteor-the end of yesterday and the starting point of the future. Meteors fall into the sky, and gorgeous tassels burn the night sky. Just as good feelings are always accompanied by pain, they are the witness of love and the most splendid fireworks in life. Meteor-instant destruction, creating eternal beauty. A meteor across the sky is a string of lovers' tears, which is a promise written by vows of eternal love. Meteor-short happiness, fleeting love. "Chrysanthemum"-the sudden night moves towards the stamen of chrysanthemum. Who sighs under the distant still stone? Someone is still standing in the wind. Did his eyes fall out? But I didn't give up recognizing the warm fragrance because of the darkness. I feel great in my heart. Whose eyes? I saw chrysanthemum's eyes! Love life-Wang Guozhen I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is to leave only the back of the world, I will not think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything is expected. Love is by my side. -[Germany] Goethe When the morning sun dyed the sea red, I thought of you; When the moonlight penetrates the flowing spring, I think of you again. Whenever dust rises on the distant road, I see you; In the middle of the night, when the wanderer was worried about going the wrong way, I also saw you. The waves are rough, and I hear your voice in the depths of the waves; When all is silent, I hear your voice in the quiet forest where I often listen to nature. I am by your side, even though you seem far away from me. You are so close to me! When the sun goes down, the stars will twinkle at me in an instant. Oh, if only you were there! In front of the door-I wish there was a door in the early morning, when the sun was shining on the grass, we stood there, holding the doors and windows low, but the sun was shining, the grass was bearing seeds and the wind was shaking the leaves. When we stand, it will be beautiful to have a door without talking, and it will be beautiful if we don't open the door. "In my heart"-Shimazaki Tōson has an ulterior secret in my heart. Now I am a living sacrifice. Who knows except you? If I were a bird, I would fly around your window, flapping my wings from morning till night and sing love songs for you. If I were a shuttle, I would let your white fingers weave my spring Sauvignon Blanc into yarn and cloth. If I were a grass, I would grow in the wild to pave the way for you. As long as I can kiss your feet, I will let you step into the mud. Sighs fill my bedding, and worries soak my pillow. Don't wait for the early bird to wake up the dream, which has been wet with tears. Even if there are thousands of words, how can I express my heart? Only my fiery heart can send you a piano music.