Completely immersed in the crowd
let
Firecrackers roar
Say goodbye to ...
No attachment
single life
intrude into
The ranks of brave people
Start having children
Reproductive
Glorious journey
starting point
Let the northwest wind blow away.
A dusty heart window
Ren xuebing
It froze yesterday.
suck
The essence of the earth
Be pregnant
New self
mother
Listen attentively.
Rain drops outside the window
Surprisingly,
Unrealistic ideas are empty.
Life is like a flower in water.
Self withering
Be immersed in grief
Unable to escape
Let the years stay on your face.
Draw a map
Become active
mother
Some people learn well from an early age.
Some people, when they were young, almost studied.
But, just because of this little bit.
Laughed at, but
But in exchange for hard work and a positive heart.
People who are laughed at go from low to high.
People who laugh at him are from high to low.
Slowly, the mocked man succeeded in his career.
Those who laughed at him went the wrong way.
He's one step away.
However, this is the step.
Missed the success of his life
Finally walked into the prison.
Take this step.
He will have a life full of hope.
Life is like this.
One more step, and the end of the world is just ahead.
To say the least, it's really broad.
One wrong move will lose the game.
We should choose a bright and wise path for ourselves.
Feel the life Modern Poetry 3 Black stands for night.
White represents daytime.
I'm still looking forward to sunny days.
But it's raining.
The wind and cloud suddenly drift.
I am helpless and miserable.
Stop dawdling.
Speechless, free from the heart.
Green trees represent spring.
I still feel it in winter.
Tomorrow or autumn.
Green days
How can I not understand her abundance?
be
How can I understand her abundance?
Poetry of Modern Life 4 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 think, if he were a child, he would climb over, too, if he could!
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.
Understanding Life Modern Poetry 5 Once upon a time, there were places where flowers were in full bloom, and there were also desolate places. I have enjoyed happiness and suffered pain, and I can't tell whether sweetness is greater than bitterness or bitterness is greater than sweetness. Now, I write poems about the past to commemorate the little things that make me laugh and cry.
When I was young and frivolous,
Have a heart that loves dreams,
But I lack the courage to pursue my dreams.
If you want to love someone,
It happened that I hurt the person I loved the most;
What you want to cherish,
I finally lost it.
Say goodbye to youth,
Lost the right to be willful.
There is an urgent need for maturity,
But I can't stand being lonely and helpless.
Gave up the dream,
Lovelorn,
Leaving the people they love,
For an instant,
There is nothing left.
Years are like water, and years are like songs. Inadvertently, I have walked a long way. Every time I look back, I look forward to it: can I go back to the beginning, to the moment when I had no choice or lost, even if it was only once, and let me know what those missed happiness was like? Time flies in the past, do I deliberately forget or pretend not to remember? Maybe both. I can't remember the people and things in those vague pictures, and I don't want to remember them, so forget it.
When experiencing prosperity, I thought that this kind of beauty could last longer and there would be happier moments. However, when I walked through the most prosperous scenery and didn't look carefully, it was already desolate, as if I suddenly fell from heaven to hell and came to an unexpected situation without psychological preparation. I was flustered by the disparity in the situation, but I resolutely went on. Walking, I saw a little interest from the lonely wasteland, which added a little comfort to the next journey.
I have experienced prosperity and loneliness, and my heart is as calm as a mirror. I no longer care about gains and losses, and I no longer worry about joys and sorrows. I just want to walk leisurely through this life, write my past into poems, recall every scenery I have walked, and miss everyone I have walked with.
Understand the poetry of modern life. First, the shackles of secular life
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 don'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.
Comprehending Life Modern Poetry 7 "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 what 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.
Modern poem 8 "Cycas Flowers Bloom"
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.