Poetry about modernity 1. Poetry about modernity
plane
Flourishing,
This big bird is too high in the sky.
Why can't you see feathers,
Can still soar.
Ants feed.
A powerful army of ants,
Send troops to Satzen.
I can only watch the bugs die,
In an instant, the body was gone.
cicada
After three or four years of hard work underground,
Tao becomes immortal once.
I'm afraid trouble will eventually come,
Cicada can't finish singing.
kite
Paper gentlemen are not happy if they don't eat,
Spring breeze sends you to the blue sky.
Intentionally or unintentionally,
The high wind blows the bridge by the water.
The dish rack was repaired,
Our factory is committed to improving efficiency.
Although the screen escapes,
The plate can't slide away.
2. Complete works of modern poetry
1, "Shanghai-Hangzhou train"-Xu Zhimo is in a hurry! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a piece of pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague and obscure-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! 2. "First Love"-Shimazaki Tōson remembers the first meeting under the apple tree. Your dark hair has just been tied up and a carving comb is inserted obliquely on your head, which makes your face as beautiful as flowers and jade. You warmly stretched out your white hands and put the apple in my arms. The autumn fruit with a slight blush, just like the love we started, accidentally vomited a sigh and landed gently on your temples. The cup of happy love is full of your sweetness and gentleness. There is a natural feeling in that apple tree forest. The path shyly asked me who walked out first. 3. "As long as I loved once"-If Wang Guozhen had never met, maybe his heart would never be heavy. If he really misses it, I'm afraid it won't be easy in his life. A glance is enough to let the heart pass by the hurricane and get a deeper understanding of the scenery on the barren land. A long journey is enough to make a weak heart haggard. Whenever he looks at Qiu Shui, he wants to die in tears. How can he not be carefree and indifferent? Tagore traveler, do you have to go? The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake. Traveler, do you have to go? We didn't bind your feet with pleading arms. Your door is open and your saddle is standing at the door.
If we try to stand in your way, it's only with our songs. If we try to stop you, it's only with our eyes. Traveler, we can't keep you. We only have tears.
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes? What restless fanaticism is running in your blood? What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky? Does the night enter your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information? Tired heart, if you don't like happy parties, if you must be quiet, we will put out our lights and stop playing our harp. We will sit quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon will shed pale light on your window.
Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight? 5, "Love Poetry of Tea" Beauty Zhang Cuo If I am boiled water and you are tea, then your fragrance must rely on my tasteless to dry you up, spread gently on me, relax, and let my infiltration stretch your face. I must be hot, even boiling, to be compatible with each other. Before we decide to turn into a color, we must hide in the water and try to have a cup of tea. No matter how ups and downs you can't control, you will eventually slowly (oh, gently fall and gather in my deepest place. At that time, your bitterest tears will be my sweetest sip of tea. If I don't meet you in this life, Tagore, if I don't meet you in this life, let me never forget it. Let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream. When I spend my days in the bustling cities of the world, with my daily profit in my hand, I always feel that I have got nothing-let me never forget that when I wake up from my dream, I will bear this sad pain in my dream.
When I'm sitting on the side of the road, breathing wearily, when I spread my bedding in the dust, let me always remember that the road ahead is long-let me never forget that I woke up with this sad pain in my dream. When my home was decorated, the flute was playing and the laughter was so loud that I always felt that I didn't invite you-let me never forget it, and let me wake up with this sad pain in my dream.
7. "Tie a Heartstring" Tagore The music of your lyre is fluctuating. The strings quietly tied a heartstring to me.
From then on, my heart jingled with the music you played all year round, and my soul curled up with your melody. Your eyes shine with my lamp of hope, and your flowers blend with my desire.
From then on, day and night, between your peerless beauty, my heart shines, blooms and rocks, and the shadow of my soul looms on your face. 8. "My Love" Dai Wangshu Let me tell you about my love. My love is a shy person. She is shy, with a peach blossom face, peach blossom lips and a blue heart.
She has a pair of big black eyes, so she dare not stare at mine-no, because she is shy, and when I lean on her chest, you can say that her eyes have changed color, the color of sky blue and the color of her heart. She has a pair of delicate hands that will comfort me when I am worried. She has a clear and charming voice. Only gentleness and gentleness can melt my heart.
She is a quiet girl. She knows how to love someone who loves her, but I can never tell you her name because she is a shy lover. 9. "Well, we won't wander together" Byron Well, we won't wander together and spend this deep night, although this heart is still infatuated, although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can pierce the scabbard and the soul can pierce the chest, this heart has to stop breathing and love has to rest. Although night comes for love, it will soon be day, but in this moonlight world, we no longer roam together.
18 17.2. 18 translation 10 When you walk under my window, Shu Ting, bless me when you walk under my window, because the light is still on. The light is on-like a fishing fire drifting in the dark.
You can imagine my cabin, like a boat driven by strong winds. But I didn't sink, because the light was still on.
The light is on-when the curtain shows a shadow, it means that I am an old man without unrestrained gestures, and my back is more hunched than before. But it's not my heart that is aging, because the light is still on.
The light is on-answer questions from all directions with such a hot relationship.
3. Modern Life Poetry
Life is like a white handkerchief, as long as you add a circle of elegant lace, life will become interesting.
Ordinary plus a little special means that I am particularly ordinary.
Although there is no trace of my wings in the sky, I have flown.
Just walk there and don't stop to pick camellias to keep them fresh, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. I think I've been waiting for this for a long time.
People can't express themselves in history, and struggle to show their sharp corners in history.
Maple leaves will turn red only after wind and frost, and people will become more mature and strong only after difficulties and obstacles.
I can't choose the best, but the best chose me.
The dry river bed does not thank him for his past.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
The mark of death endows life with the value of money, which enables it to buy real treasures with life.
1. Listen to a ballad about the end of time.
The time whizzing by my ear is bleak.
They stood at the end of the line of sight,
Wave goodbye in chronological order.
I really want to remember those smiling faces,
It's just I know
they
No match for time.
2、
Hide at a certain time
I missed the palmprint for a while.
Hide somewhere
Miss someone who is in the way.
People I care about
but
Where were you when I dreamed of you? . .
3、
Finger pointing
Time flows from one hand to the other.
Put your hands together, I want to save time.
It's just running water
The years passed.
Like lost youth.
4、
Fireflies in memory
Always haunting my dreams.
Refuse to leave
Rain of the Children
Wash away the innocent heart
No sadness
The footsteps of the years
The river ran away in a hurry.
Never Goin' Back
4. About modern poetry
Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
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The vast desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
But it shook its head and flew away with a smile.
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"What language do you speak, sea?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
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I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
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The dry river bed is not grateful for its past.
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My existence is the eternal miracle of life.
-from "Birds"
Pushkin:
If life cheats you.
First of all:
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad or angry!
On a sad day, stay calm,
My heart hopes for the future,
Although the situation before us is painful,
But everything will pass in the blink of an eye,
After a while, life is full of laughter.
Second:
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad or impatient,
Gloomy days need peace,
Can you believe it?
A happy day is coming,
My heart always looks to the future,
It's often gloomy now,
Everything is an instant, everything is the past,
A thing of the past,
It will be a wonderful memory.
Third:
If life deceives you,
Don't be depressed and don't be angry!
Restrain yourself for a while when you are unhappy,
Believe it, a happy day will come.
Our hearts look forward to the future,
Today is always sad:
Everything is temporary, fleeting,
The dead will become lovely.
Fourth:
If life cheats you.
Don't worry, don't worry.
Keep calm on a gloomy day.
If you miss it, the happy days will come.
The heart will become active in the future.
Although it's so boring now
Everything is like a cloud, and everything will pass.
The past makes you feel good again.
Fifth:
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad or angry!
Stay calm on a sad day,
Believe it, happy days will come.
My heart is full of enthusiasm for the future,
Although we are in front of sorrow. ...
But everything will disappear in an instant,
As soon as it was over, it turned into joy.
5. Complete works of modern poetry about gratitude
1, Thanksgiving
Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.
Gratitude is the footsteps of the wind, and wherever you go, you will ring the string of wind chimes in your heart.
A clear voice, affecting the dream string in my heart,
Gratitude is the link between the two worlds, even if you are facing a high mountain,
No matter how difficult it is, you can still see people's eternal smiling faces.
Gratitude is a flame in the neon sky, not invisible in the drizzle and wet clothes.
This gorgeous but cold flame brings warmth to people's hearts again and again.
Sunlight shines through the cracks in the trees, like a bright sword.
Cut off all dirt, just like gratitude spreading warmth to the world.
2. A grateful heart
Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.
The moonlight remains, and my heart is full of gratitude.
People are still those, things are still those, but the blood in my heart is gone.
Boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling boiling water,
Its taste, everything about it, people with a heart will understand,
People who love will understand, and those who are grateful for love will do it.
My big family, the big family I love, thank all those who are grateful and loving.
With you, the world will bloom with dreamy colors.
With you, the world will be full of gratitude.
3, "September, related to gratitude"
Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.
In the dream of falling flowers, in this colorful September,
I want to draw a picture, as red as a maple leaf.
Draw a grateful heart and paint it with autumn colors.
With fruitful fragrance and sincere wishes,
Dedicated to my favorite teacher.
4. "Thanksgiving Day"
Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.
I am glad that I can lift my heavy rice bowl with my hands.
In order to solve the hunger, I am glad that I can cross fields and mountains with my feet.
I am glad that I can see everything in the world with my eyes.
Black and white, I am glad that I can listen to shouts and cheers with my ears.
Sadness and joy are mixed, so,
I thank my parents for giving me a healthy body.
I am grateful for the passage of time and the experience of growing up.
Thank you for your kindness, and thank you for the opportunity to think.
I am grateful for the ups and downs of nature, which makes me feel heavy.
Gratitude is the beauty and pain of life.
5. "Be grateful"
Author: Ruoxi's Complete Collection of Fine Poems.
I am grateful for the bluebird flying across the sky.
I can finally accompany you through this journey.
Yesterday, it was like a dream embracing the sky.
Out of reach, I endured the scorching sun,
Imagine a cup of coffee,
Patterns and moods splashed on snowflakes,
Like the take-off and landing of an airplane, some weightlessness,
Feeling, compared with the performance in the drunken mansion,
More real, maybe from now on,
My worry will be like a passenger plane in a dense fog.
A little confused, but you are here, and the course is here.
6. Stories about modern poetry
Cao zhi
Cao Zhi, the youngest son of Cao Cao, was gifted since childhood and was deeply loved by his father. After Cao Cao's death, his younger brother Cao Pi became the emperor of Wei. Cao Pi is a jealous man. He was worried that his younger brother would threaten his throne and wanted to kill him.
One day, Cao Pi called Cao Zhi to him and asked him to write a poem within seven steps to prove his talent in writing poetry. If he can't write it, it will be tantamount to deceiving the emperor and putting him to death.
Cao Zhi was sad and angry when he knew that his brother was going to kill him. He fought back his grief and tried to think about it ... Sure enough, he wrote a seven-step poem and read it out on the spot:
Soak in the kettle, and the beans cry in the kettle.
We were born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other!
Chengdao
Bai Juyi, a poet, asked for advice everywhere for deeper knowledge, but he still could not satisfy his strong thirst for knowledge.
One day, I heard that there was a Zen master who was enlightened and knowledgeable. So I came a long way to ask for an audience. When I finally met the Zen master, I humbly asked, "Master, please tell me how to get the Tao?" The Zen master replied, "All evil should be done, and all good should be pursued." Bai Juyi said inexplicably: "Even a three-year-old child knows this. How can it be said that it is Tao? " The Zen master replied, "Three-year-olds know that eighty-year-olds can't keep up!" "
The story of Li Bai's reading
Li Bai was a great poet in Tang Dynasty in China, but he didn't study hard when he was a child, and even had some fun. One day he went to a small river to play and saw an old woman grinding an iron bar. He went up and asked curiously, "Grandma, why are you grinding an iron bar?" The old lady told him that she was sharpening the needle. Li Bai said, "How can such a thick iron bar be ground into a needle?" The old man said, "As long as you work hard, iron bars can be ground into needles." . Li Bai was deeply touched, so he studied hard and became a generation of "poetic immortals".
7. Modern poetry about "life"
Modern poems about "life" are:
Garden 1
A seed
Rooted in the soil of desire
In the silent waiting
Compete with each other
Want to destroy and escape
Don't give up persistence and pursuit.
Subverting fantasy again and again
Rebuild hope over and over again
Like a gardener in a storm
And the garden he can't take care of.
It's time to hide from the rain alone.
Or * * * to meet the baptism of heaven and earth?
Step 2 separate
Two branches on the tree
The past in the past
Share loneliness and happiness.
The future, the future
Each one carries storms and rainbows.
The moment of separation
Maybe they all turned their backs and cried for a while.
But it is inevitable to move from intimacy to alienation.
From now on, one branch is south and the other branch is north.
no doubt
Grow into an independent individual
This irresistible pain and fate
This is no longer a good opportunity and opportunity.
I just want another branch to reach the sky.
Lush leaves
I just wish I had the same land under my feet.
Eternal fragrance
3. Time
The gentle clock ticks.
Walking in the early morning white fog
Lonely flowers petal by petal.
Stretching out on the lonely and quiet balcony
I opened the door.
A gust of wind blew.
Frolic fallen flowers
Beautiful sunshine
Talking in the air in droves.
In countless times in the past
How many branches have grown up quietly?
How many Ye Er fell quietly?
How many people smiled?
How many touching stories are there?
Start carefully.
4. I'm here
I am here, I am here.
So is my soul.
We sat face to face.
The trees outside the window are covered with green leaves.
It gets cool in autumn.
There are beautiful stories and sadness in life.
There are proud faces and humble faces in the crowd.
On the river of time, there is joy, harmony and loneliness.
In the vertical and horizontal of time and space
Everything has its joys and sorrows.
But none of them are here.
Not here and now.
On such an afternoon
We don't dwell on the past.
Let go of the distant expectations for the future.
We came to the bright window in the cool autumn.
With the common heart of ordinary people
Accept the gift of time
Enjoy the gift of life
This wind, this rain, this flower, this tree
This same but different beautiful old world
5. Son and mother
Twenty years of life
It is a perennial woody plant.
Going to Qiu Lai in spring, the years are like songs.
If the soul has a home
That must be your proper noun. There are happy elves in it.
It must be your dignified gesture to show the beauty of the world with your own beauty.
Yes, that's you.
A happy life and another quiet life.
Open your eyes and open the color of spring.
Stretch and shake off the heavy snow in a good year.
Year after year, day after day
The root of thought, the branch of experience.
Speak, grow, grow
One day, I will leave my hometown.
One day, I had to say goodbye.
However, however
Now you are nearby.
I am grateful for the initial accident.
Lay the foundation for a lifetime
The security and abundance of this heart