The wind blew across the quiet lake,
Ripples go round and round.
start from tomorrow
Leave this beautiful pond,
Say goodbye to that lazy shrimp clam,
Rushed into the river,
Sail and sail!
I want to cross the shore reef.
To find,
A deep corner of the Pacific Ocean.
There,
Very calm,
There is no argument,
There is no noise,
Oh!
Pure land on earth!
You're amazing.
Fascinated.
I want to explore,
Tracking,
Decryption;
Fighting octopus,
Negotiate with Poseidon,
Be a soldier.
Raise a sword,
Cut it off! Cut it off!
Cut off the darkness!
Cut off the dawn
Build a solid shield,
Stop. Stop.
Stop the difficulty!
Welcome a new life!
Warriors,
Let's go
Out of the pond of dreams.
The sea,
Is your dream,
Set sail,
Leave the port!
Listen!
The horn is loud,
That's the horn of battle!
Encourage! Passion!
People are no longer confused,
They have their own direction,
What about me?
Starting tomorrow,
Set sail ...
I wrote it myself, hehe. I hope lz likes it.
2. Who knows the modern poem "Ship" by Shu Ting
A boat.
For some unknown reason.
Stranded sideways
A desolate reef coast
The paint has not faded yet.
The sail is broken.
There are neither trees nor shadows.
Even the grass refuses to grow.
Tidal sea surface
It's only a few meters away.
The waves gasped.
Waterbirds flap their wings anxiously.
Infinite ocean
Even if there is a distant territory.
In a very short distance
But lost the last strength.
Through the eternal distance
They look disappointed.
Love crosses the boundary between life and death.
Century space
Interwoven with eternal new eyes
Is it sincere love?
Will rot with the planking.
Is it a flying soul?
Life imprisonment on the threshold of freedom
brig
The fog wetted my wings.
But the wind won't make me hesitate any more.
Coast, dear coast
I just said goodbye to you yesterday.
You came again today.
Tomorrow we will be at
Meet at another latitude
This is a storm, a lamp.
Connect us together.
This is a storm, another lamp.
Let's divide things up again.
Not afraid of the ends of the earth
Is it morning or evening?
You are on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
3. Poetry about ships Modern poetry paper boats
Tagore
I put the paper boats one by one in the swift stream every day.
I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived in big black letters on the paper boat.
I hope people living in different places can get this paper boat and know who I am.
I put Li Xiuhua, who grows in the garden, on my boat.
I hope these dawn flowers can be safely brought to the shore at night.
I threw the paper boat into the water, looked up at the sky and saw clouds of white sails full of wind.
I wonder what my playmates are in the sky. Put these boats down and race with me!
As night fell, I buried my face in my arm and dreamed that my paper boat floated slowly forward under the midnight starlight.
The sleeping fairy sat on the boat with a basket full of dreams.
4. The Complete Works of Modern Poetry 1, Shanghai-Hangzhou Automobile-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.
5. Modern poems about war horses. The horses are rustling.
-To Ma Xiaoxiao.
I heard your name for the first time.
Jump out of the wilderness of thought like lightning.
The majestic posture of soaring
On the bank of the Yellow River
Set off a storm of poetry
Vibrant youth
This is a tragic history book.
The sharp eyes of teenagers
Penetrating the curse of secular prejudice and love
Never trust fate.
Reminding and caring of loving mother.
Set foot on a dream trip to Wan Li.
Long and short sentences of place names in China.
In the blue darkness
Describe the endless spirit of a nation.
There was another scream in my ear.
A war horse from wild at heart.
Fly like lightning on the territory of the motherland
The rapid hoofbeat is like a war drum.
Knock on the land of love
6. Modern poems about flowers on the other side 1. Flowers bloom on the other side.
When the flowers bloom on the other side
It's just a fiery red.
Flowers without leaves
Ye Sheng Wuhua
Miss each other but can't meet each other.
Duzibeian road
that night
Meet in a dream
You are a white rootless lotus.
I am the red flower on the other side.
You are as white as snow.
I am as red as blood.
You left in the mirror pool of Tianshan Mountain.
I am lonely in the dark, and the road is long.
That moment
fall in love with you
Bad luck in life
run away
There's nowhere to run.
I will wait forever.
Three thousand days of war, the stars move.
You are old at last.
I still fall
You came to the ferry.
The dark river ahead is full of black water.
Give me a shallow smile.
Meng Po's soup bowl is empty
You set foot on the Naihe Bridge.
Calm as water
The heart is as heavy as a stone.
I closed the messy flowers.
be desperate
There is no hope of death.
My floral fragrance lingers.
I can't help forgetting the bitter soup.
I am still alive.
There is no soul, only body.
But insist on loving you
2. The most beautiful
Are those flowers?
Those magical flowers
Lonely for a thousand years, wandering for a thousand years;
I'm at the water's edge, and I can't push the door open.
Is the river of tears without waves, watching your reincarnation.
No flowering period
Tea worries have become knife marks on petals.
in the shadow
Comb those broken chords
I can't find it. It hurts.
For the oath on that stone
ramble
In this cold water.
My hair is full of eyes, I can't button it, and my fingers are slender.
;
After all these years.
blow
You're not here.
Leaves fall
Have you seen it?
Throw away that bowl of forgetfulness water.
Watching you from behind.
I'm sorry
You forgot the past and you forgot to pay me back.
Debt owed
;
Cold world
How do such wild and charming flowers bloom?
Lead, joys and sorrows;
The other side is the same flower.
Millennium flower, Millennium leaf
Old age has become a legend.
Turned into a world of mortals and misty rain
Finally;
Turned into a story of rejection
Life is wrong.
7. Modern poems about stars are urgent &; lt； Variations on the Stars &; gt； river
If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars, who will stare at the night for distant comfort, who will not be a poem every day, every word is a star, like a bee trembling in his heart, who will not, and there will be a soft and gentle night like the stars in the lake fireflies and water lilies.
Streets in the sky (Guo Moruo)
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think the foggy sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.
Even if they walk with lanterns.