High-quality modern poetry from China and abroad

High-quality modern poetry from China and abroad 1: Dusk

You are still on the way at dusk

Songs spread farther than autumn

The doves are parked on the autumn trees further away

The sunset at home

is like a large red feather

That dusk will always come

< p> And nomadism becomes more silent

You ride a horse and pass under the trees

It looks like a song

You are still on the way at dusk

Shepherd's trumpet sings late

Leaves slowly fall from the trees

On the north side of the mountain

People take the road of remembrance

Chinese and foreign High-Quality Modern Poetry Chapter 2: Pigeon Green Garden

Let’s call this Pigeon Green Garden

At the top of the seventh floor

Facing the small area opened up by you Vegetable patch

This initial image is like a fine dust

It was blown out of dusk by the summer breeze

Brassica, eggplant, pepper, and loofah

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These plants all have the mood of flowers

Bloom from morning to night

Pigeons walk inside, in pairs

Occasionally fly out Flying back again

The sky above my head was green

I stood under a green pumpkin for ten minutes

until the puppy gave a gentle call

I just came back to my senses, and faced the city in front of me

I let out that crowded sigh

Dove Green Garden, Dove Green Garden

That’s why you bought me a drink

Here I am, passing through a thick layer of heat

Sitting together with the wooden table into the dusk

< p>Poetry begins to drift on the parallel leaves

Like a boat, carrying our wishes

High-quality modern poetry from China and abroad Part 3: Friends

Friends live in the past

On days when we need to shake hands and look at each other

I will keep throwing memories into the air

Those faces that survive the flight

It comes naturally to the eyes

It is more vivid than the long and outdated speeches of the years

I live alone in a corner with a book

Keeping the love that has come

The laughter of my daughter as she grows up

Blowing kisses like bamboo flowers dancing in the wind and rain

From time to time across the window Falling on my forehead

Let me appreciate the speed of life

And the occasional eternity

When I miss my friends, I will accompany my memories

Live some warm and peaceful days

Read a book and read a few new sentences to them

Or go out with thoughts

Look at a light green leaf

See how it starts with the chirping of birds

and ends in autumn

High-quality modern poetry from China and abroad 4: The Female Hairdresser

I I heard her crying and quarreling

Her voice was as light as a bird

It filled a lonely night with moisture

So every time I passed by this house The hair house on the slope wonders

Whether her husband, who is fond of drinking and gambling

, will drown in sad bird tears

The female hairdresser is sure She has been laid off for several years

The hair salon has been renovated twice. I remember clearly

Her figure in her forties is slimmer than before

< p>It’s just that the price of three yuan has not changed

This is not only the money growing on men’s heads

It is also an inestimable art

Look at the glowing awls, scissors and wooden combs in her hands.

They are skillfully swimming over the heads of the men day and night.

Like a group of orderly small fish

Let her feel as she looks at it

The life she is living is good