Modern Poetry for Middle School Students 1 Farewell to Cambridge
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow dream?
Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Modern Poetry of Middle School Students II "Far and Near"
Gu Cheng
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 3 "Generation"
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 4 "Out of Chapter"
Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 5 "Shiannala"
Xu zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 6 "A Flowering Tree"
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
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.
Middle school students' modern poem 7 "Youth without Complaints"
Xi Murong
At a young age
If you love someone,
Please be gentle with her.
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.
I also want to say goodbye.
And be grateful.
Thank her for giving you a souvenir.
When I grow up,
You will know.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment
There will be no regrets.
Like a quiet full moon on the mountain
Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 8 "The Wall Grass"
Bian Zhilin
Post the sunset at five o'clock.
Hang half light at six o'clock.
I hope someone spends all their time.
Just dreaming. Look at the wall.
The swaying grass has turned yellow.
Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 9 "If Life Deceives You"
Pushkin
Don't be sad, don't be impatient.
You need to keep calm on a blue day.
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart always looks forward to the future.
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous.
Everything will pass.
That's already in the past
Will become a beautiful memory.
Modern Poetry of Middle School Students 10 "She is Sleeping"
Xu zhimo
She fell asleep-
An oblique white lotus under the starlight,
She's in a dream—
A wisp of Robbie smoke curled up in the incense burner.
She fell asleep-
Streams and springs silence noisy strings;
She fell asleep—
Pink butterfly, emerald butterfly,
Strange love
Stop breathing:
Qingfen permeates the atmosphere around her,
Sacred atmosphere,
Holding and stroking,
Her slim figure!
Luxury time!
Quiet, all that rustles is shiny gold,
Covered with infinity,-
Between the waves and the scales, there is an open boat.
A scene of ecstasy,
Put on a colorful coat for me,
Sip an altar of fragrant tea,
Fold a vine flower,
Dancing among the grapes,
Head down, unconscious.
Look, beautiful!
The color of Sanchun moved to her fragrant muscles,
This is a rose, this is a rose,
It's daffodils, fairy rocks and Fang Fei in the morning!
The secret of dreams,
Teasing her heart—
Pure soul,
Like bees,
In the flower heart,
Arbitrarily rude and gentle.
A childish dream!
Silence;
Don't teach me to break the hospitality of the dream god.
Suck a little gold,
Draw a little money,
Smoke a purple sunset;
Jade wrist golden shuttle,
Check it carefully like weaving,
More wear and tear-
It turned into rosy clouds,
Shenque, the song of angels,
Dance of angels.
Lovely pear vortex,
Explains the joy of virgin dreams,
Like dew,
Trembling, shining dawn in the lotus dish!
Modern poetry of middle school students 1 1 published
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Middle school students' modern poems 12 enjoy spring.
March is sunny and a little cold.
When the swallow flies, the wind turns around, but it doesn't indicate the direction.
The kite flies, hiding the desire to bathe in the blue sky before it breaks.
The green water is rippling, trying to restore the natural appearance of the past.
The grass is green and far-fetched.
Early spring is irresistible like a girl, which opens the spring scenery in Jiangnan.
Liu Qingwu, what a handsome leader.
Wan Fang spat, who can match the fragrance of magnolia?
Lonely, Xiaoshi just wants to listen to the sound of running water under the broken bridge.
The vision set sail, and the oriole stood upright. Do you want to sing softly?
Zi Gui's tears of blood shocked the audience.
Speak loudly, friends cherish time, please don't do this.
Boating on the lake, anglers wait for the fish to bite.
The landscape in the painting, the sketch artist tried to collect the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan together.
I'm in a hurry. I'll get used to enjoying it in the pictures after I miss the time.
Pairs of people, the promenade on the dam is lonely and long.
Every spring, the original throbbing heart is no longer crazy.
I hope you are well, think about the beauty under the beautiful scenery, and return again and again.
Modern Poetry of Middle School Students 13 Memories of Youth
Always plunged into memories.
This bottomless wine jar
Concentrated fermentation
Drag it out
Let the spicy taste toss and turn.
Sweet long tune
Let the night indulge in the morning light.
Last second
The most naughty cricket.
Just trying to catch it.
Just waddling.
Jump along the fingertips of childhood
Fortunately, fireflies are willing.
Be a loyal guide.
So many drops of green youth.
And Wang Guozhen Xi Murong.
With Tagore
Green smile
There are too many things in a smile.
Green sunshine and flowing water
Green insect singing footprints
The rocks are green, too.
There is one hidden in my heart.
Sit inside and look at the other side of the sky.
Eggs that begin to hatch
Growing up slowly
A bird
The day I walked out of the mountain
It flew out.
White clouds have been hovering around it.
Shan Lan has been running around it.
At that time, light was just fragments.
Squeeze along the back of your hand
I agree
I started to rub my life into my bones.
Let the memories shine only in the rubbed bones.
Yuwei
On Middle School Students' Modern Poetry 14
Have you seen me?
I was there.
Not sad or happy.
You can either read me or you can't read me.
Love is there.
Don't come or go.
Do you love me or not?
Love is there.
Neither increasing nor decreasing.
Are you with me or not?
My hand is in your hand.
Never give up.
Come into my arms.
or
Let me live in your heart
Silent love
Silence and happiness
Middle school students' modern poems 15 for themselves.
I can be a traitor to the whole world and all my friends, but I can't be a traitor myself.
I can silently let others ignore my existence, or no one remembers me, but I can't just show off in a high-profile way.
I can be sad alone until the next tomorrow. I can only stay in a corner all the time, but I can't show my weakness, my tears and my weakness in front of others.
I can live alone without friends, but I can't live without family care.
I can do without reading and knowledge, but I can't do without basic principles and morality.
I can be poor, I can have no money, but I can't live without the will to struggle.
I can spend my parents' money, but I can't live on them without making money.
I can lie and be dishonest, but I don't even have the courage to admit it.
I can be a bad boy in the eyes of my classmates and teachers, but I can't be a bad boy in front of my parents.
I can vent my sadness by crying, but I can't shed tears for others.
I can let everyone be disappointed in myself, but I can't let my parents be disappointed in myself.
I can be a failed athlete, a failed player, but I can't be a failed daughter.
Subconsciously: I only know that I can't be a failed daughter of my parents.
Modern Poetry for Middle School Students 16 One day,
one day
When you stand on the dusty road
At the last second of the red light
Turn your head.
Take another look.
The classroom on the fifth floor
Some familiar images flashed through my mind.
one day
When you find that you don't need that pile of heavy books anymore
You can burn it to ashes decisively.
Or throw it to waste paper collectors.
But you found the strokes and graffiti on it.
Is so meaningful
one day
Did you find out?
I can finally stay away from annoying teachers, schools and classmates.
And you are too stingy to leave them.
Tears filled his eyes.
"One day"
After all, it's not urgent or slow.
come
I didn't stop because of any disappointment.
A few days ago.
We graduated ...
one day
When you stand in front of your alma mater again
Do you remember those happy days?
Go to the classroom and sit down.
Relive junior high school life
Run along the runway again, 800
Feel the glittering and translucent sweat across my cheeks.
Lying on the runway in big letters
……
the other day
Everyone is fighting for the future.
In the workplace
anxious
one day
When the doctor wants to cover you with that white cloth.
Block yin and yang
In your mind.
Will there be classes?
Accompany you for three years
A few days ago.
You took your last breath.
Modern Poetry of Middle School Students 17 Beautiful Apples
When I eat apples, they are full of my thoughts;
When I miss my loved ones, my loved ones occupy my heart.
My thoughts, like lights,
It can be blown out and ignited.
My mind, like the sun,
Its light illuminates the Milky Way.
However, whether it is light or the sun,
They can only illuminate one piece.
They are temporary, unique,
It can also be continuous.
This requires a steady stream of energy.
When I ate seven apples,
Apples have been eating away at my happiness.
I will still eat apples tomorrow,
Then my disgust will be greater than my happiness.
Because in my heart,
Not so much preference.
When I face cantaloupe and apple,
I will choose cantaloupe.
Not only because of its rare and sweeter taste.
And I have all kinds of preferences in my heart.
They are not graded.
Every moment,
Their concentration ratios are different.
But one thing, they are all pursuing the highest state that can be satisfied, and that is truth, goodness and beauty.
They are real-world experiences and correspondences,
They are matter in themselves.
My choice is an extension of my own material,
However, I was wrong.
If there were no apples,
I can't choose apples.
If my relatives need apples,
I must give him the apple.
This may not be my favorite,
If I only have an apple, or have no money.
My choice depends on Apple.
My choice depends on my family,
My choice depends on my own conditions.
I, I,
It is the result of self-organization confronting external objects.
The result of confrontation with internal boundary matter.
I, I,
It's the ectoplasm that's bad for me.
I, I,
It's the inner substance that fights against the heart.
The heart needs it,
In other words, the truth is in my heart.
Send life to the brain.
The brain is a tool for understanding and thinking.
Have a will.
My heart is more than a book.
My heart is original.
Nature is the true self.
I am an extension of the original.
Primitive nature,
Naturally generate demand,
Demand breeds will and preference.
Modern Poetry of Middle School Students 18 Summer Vacation
Open your mouth in summer
Must be drunk.
industrial waste
This summer
I haven't shown blue tenderness yet.
I'm crazy.
Don't listen to God's arrangement.
Its hands and feet are rough and crazy.
Rush to catch
The territory of other seasons
Spring is frightened by the sharp corners of summer.
Escape into the last hole.
depressed
Even if I heard it
God's great call
I only dare to poke around.
Inadvertently, I couldn't help it.
Occasionally there are a few flowers and green leaves.
It's in full bloom and I haven't breathed yet.
Longing for withering
Even in their own territory.
There are no powerful weapons.
Wisdom and strategy
I'm just afraid of revealing my whereabouts.
Return to the winter nest in autumn.
Although she has her own house.
Bed, chair, hands and feet
She has her own mood.
They are all made of ice and snow.
But they all come in large and small packages.
In the fridge.
Battle report said
They have entered the center of summer.
shouting
Like a dog.
The courage to bark
Waving claws to drive away fear
Even in winter
I can only lie in the refrigerator.
complain
God created man.
Do you really want to commit suicide with someone?
Middle school students' modern poems 19 capture happy times for you.
When the past is broken with the years
I know I only have remnants.
Missing you alone fills my heart.
I miss you like a cold wave, thinking about today.
Is there anyone to see you off in this cold winter?
Blessing and warmth in the greenhouse
Mistletoe blooms so warmly and brightly.
I want to send you a smile like spring breeze.
I vaguely remember talking to you.
The days together were the only time in my life.
The happiest singing
Vaguely remember what you have
That flower used to be my life.
A brief opening remark
Vaguely remember your tears
That's it. It makes me
Soak in the water all summer
Vaguely remember your smile
Name a happy person as.
Interpretation is so thorough.
I am far from home.
Nothing can be given to you.
I know you don't need it either.
Your love has passed its flowering period.
It also disappears with the eternal distance.
I can only be disappointed.
Expand your horizons and let your soul fly.
Through my heart
Unmeasurable space
Capture happy time for you.
The modern poetry of middle school students is from 20 to youth.
A morning intoxicated by the spring breeze
This kind of scenery is like a dream.
bright blue sky
Colorful clouds are floating around.
Flowers and plants grow so strong.
Pomegranate flowers are full of flaming trees.
The maple leaves are shining with sunshine.
Orchids are born by the water.
Soak in the fragrance of morning dew. ......
In the yard of the children's playground
Hearing the laughter of the world,
Bloom on a child's innocent face
The feeling of happiness is in my heart.
A faint throb
A person is humming a song gently.
Melody flutters in mid-air
Bathed in the golden sunshine
Sitting under a lilac tree
Birds are playing around.
From the edge of the season
Breeze.
Touch the hair in your ear.
On the big stone by the stream.
With the cycle of memory
Still retains the figure of the past.
The scenery is the same as before.
Youth is in the past.
The dull and peaceful passage of time
Long-term possession is to cherish. ......
Middle school students' modern poetry 2 1 has its own school.
Time is like a knife, digging away our years bit by bit.
It gets colder every year, lonelier every year, and less and less every year.
I'm still the same person. Even after so much pain, I'm still the immature self.
If all the pain and loneliness make me bear, I want to say I do, as long as you can be happy.
Last July, the rainy weather let me know the pain of losing someone, the feeling of almost unbearable madness. I just know that pain can be so painful.
Seeing them crying, it seems that there is a sharp knife in my heart.
Perhaps it is not time that is cruel, but the reality that I have to face as soon as I wake up.
Happiness is always like quicksand in the palm of your hand, and it will always run away slowly.
Beautiful foam, because it's too young.
The sky is gray, but it is vast. Loneliness after leaving is nothing. Maybe you don't have to dwell on the pain of the past. Why is it so simple for the same person to experience the same thing? I don't understand.
When I close my eyes, I forget to breathe, so I can live!
The farther away you are, the deeper your sorrow is. You always control my mood quietly when you think of it inadvertently.
Maybe many people put down that kind of smile and humor, but I will never forget it, because it took me through the most unforgettable journey.
Miss if there is a sound, I don't want it to be a sad cry. Now, I must try to be myself.