Are there any modern poems suitable for junior high school students? Thank you, everyone.

Random thoughts in the rain Hao Xiaowu is holding an umbrella. I walked slowly in the rain alone. The splash under my feet is the rain dancing. A rain is a performance. But how many people can enjoy it? In the rain, people who are in a hurry have no time to take care of the dancing beauty under their feet. Even if they noticed but didn't care, they still missed it ... I smiled and appreciated it. Tired of reading it, I feel a little lost for no reason. I can't help wondering, "What's going on?" I whispered softly, as if I were asking myself and the rain ... There are fewer and fewer people in the street, but the rain is still dancing ... The implication is that Xiao Wu, if you listen to the dream of floating life, the first year will be silent, and I will vanish. The wind will blur my dreams. Why is it hurt for you to dream of someone? I feel sorry for my life and death (this is the last sentence hidden in the poem, read every three words from the first word. Glass and mirror Hao Xiaowu's glass is a transparent mirror. I can see you clearly through it, but I can't see myself. Through it, I "appreciated" myself, but missed that beautiful poem: glass and mirror glass are light-transmitting mirrors. I can see you clearly through it, but I can't see myself. Through it, I "appreciate" that the mirror is opaque glass. I missed your beauty when I lost myself. I'm drunk, worried, heartbroken, I'm drunk. I shed a thousand tears on the moon alone. I still had a drink. Everyone loves the beauty of the world. How did you know I would come back to the river with tears in my eyes? I will never regret it. I also want to get drunk and miss the frontier. The finish of the pen still exists, which is a poem you left behind. This time I wrote it down again: I once looked back at the first-class tears, and my heart ached, thinking word by word. Bursts of affection penetrate the white paper, and a little light ink depicts the world of mortals. Use your body to show righteousness, and use God to smear the soul of words. I just want to fight for everyone's love, not for the perpetuation of the article. On the other side of the darkness and sadness is the past that I couldn't see in the past, such as water and smoke clouds, which blurred my eyes. I can't see clearly again. You left my sadness in the deep courtyard that year. Hao Xiaowu (1) I don't know how many red beans were planted in spring. I only saw acacia floating in the lonely deep courtyard, holding a feather alone. A new song "Li Sao", a pipa is gloomy and faint, and I am drunk in spring. (2) The leaves in the deep courtyard are parked in Koikegami, and the morning makeup is reflected in the water. The past smiles and caresses the willows, smells the flowers, and the flute sounds. I don't know how many times your heart hurts and the frost is clear upstairs.