You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
2. Bing Xin's flower of success
People are only surprised by her present talent,
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
3. Shian Nala by 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.
4. Xi Murong Art Exhibition
I know all the beautiful ones always refuse,
I won't stay for anyone.
So,
I hung my love and sadness on the wall for exhibition.
Then sell it.
5. Yu Youren's National Mourning
Bury me in the mountains and look at my continent.
The mainland is invisible, only crying.
Bury me in the high mountain and see my hometown.
Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten.
The sky is grey and the wilderness is vast. Shan Ye is a state-owned ruin.
Short and beautiful modern poems. There is a title and an author. About twenty articles. Urgently beg. Gift-Edith Sodergeland
In this colorful world.
All I want is a bench in the park.
There is a cat basking in the sun on it.
I think I should sit there.
A short message stuck tightly to my chest.
I think this is my future.
& lt used to be slow >-Mu Xin
Remember earlier when I was a teenager?
Everyone is sincere.
A word is a word.
Chen Qing Railway Station
The long street was dark and empty.
The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot.
In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.
Cars, horses and mail are all slow.
Just enough to love someone for a lifetime.
These locks used to look good, too.
The key is exquisite fashion.
You'll understand when it's locked.
Looking for Beautiful Modern Poetry "Feeling" (Gu Cheng)
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
(This poem directly embodies "poetic intuition")
Alley (ancient city)
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
(Think about that particular era)
Tomb bed (ancient city)
I know that eternal death arrival is not sad.
There is my wish in the pine forest.
There is a sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance.
What is with me is the afternoon sunshine.
Time is running out, and the world is long.
I should rest in the middle.
Passers-by say the branches are low.
Passers-by said the branches were growing.
(The tomb bed is the masterpiece of Gu Cheng's later period)
This is Beijing at 4: 08 (index finger)
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
Please appreciate the masterpiece of forefinger. This poem touched some emotion in my heart.
In spring, ten Haizi (Haizi)
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
This poem is Haizi's last work. The next day Haizi committed suicide by lying on the track. Haizi ... is it true that you can't see the dawn in your black eyes?
Diary (Haizi)
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and are alive.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
Beautiful modern poems The following are all my favorite modern poems, hoping to arouse your * * *.
Feeling (Gu Cheng)
The sky is gray.
The road is gray.
This building is gray.
The rain is gray.
In the ashes
Walk past two children
brilliant/bright red
aqua
(This poem directly embodies "poetic intuition")
Alley (ancient city)
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
(Think about that particular era)
Tomb bed (ancient city)
I know that eternal death arrival is not sad.
There is my wish in the pine forest.
There is a sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance.
What is with me is the afternoon sunshine.
Time is running out, and the world is long.
I should rest in the middle.
Passers-by say the branches are low.
Passers-by said the branches were growing.
(The tomb bed is the masterpiece of Gu Cheng's later period)
This is Beijing at 4: 08 (index finger)
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
The sea of handspring;
This is 4: 08 Beijing time.
A magnificent whistle sounded.
The tall buildings of Beijing Railway Station,
Suddenly there was a violent shaking.
I looked out of the window in surprise,
I want to know what happened.
My heart suddenly hurts. it must be
Mother's buttoned needle and thread penetrated her heart.
At this time, my heart became a kite.
The kite string is in mother's hand.
The rope is too tight and will break.
I had to stick my head out of the window lattice of the carriage.
Before that, before that,
I realized what had happened.
-Wave goodbye,
It is necessary to take the station away;
Beijing is at my feet,
Has moved slowly.
I waved to Beijing again,
Trying to grab him by the collar,
Then shouted to her:
Always remember me, mom, Beijing!
Finally caught something,
No matter whose hand it is, he can't let go,
Because this is my Beijing,
This is my last trip to Beijing.
Please appreciate the masterpiece of forefinger. This poem touched some emotion in my heart.
In spring, ten Haizi (Haizi)
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
This poem is Haizi's last work. The next day Haizi committed suicide by lying on the track. Haizi ... is it true that you can't see the dawn in your black eyes?
Diary (Haizi)
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, and the night is shrouded.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
(Masterpiece, I personally think this is the best poem by Haizi)
PS: My friend on the first floor posted my poem .. Well, thank you.
Please adopt it.
Poetry for Beauty (Modern Poetry) Rain Lane
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
To Kane
I remember that wonderful moment:
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the noisy and illusory chaos,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed. Violence * * *
Dispel past dreams,
So I forgot your gentle voice,
And that angelic face.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My years passed quietly,
No divinity, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
Now the soul has begun to awaken:
At this time, you reappeared in front of me.
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
My heart is beating with ecstasy,
For it, everything woke up again,
With divinity and inspiration,
With life, tears and love. (Pushkin)
autumn moon
The same moonlight,
Tonight, because we are all looking up-
Look at it, full of charm,
Being a thug from a black man
Rising in the clouds—
It looks extraordinarily bright and round.
It spread on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in
Water plants knot like sadness.
Underwater;
It's on the ridge of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
Breathe,
It stroked.
Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,
In the intermittent sound of resident birds,
Want to see old and new ghosts,
Stand together like us,
Eyes shining,
Chewing the biting shade:
Silver lingering poetry
Like the star phosphorus on the water,
Flying in the dew.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-
Eternal and humble harmony,
Sadness and joy,
Hatred and love,
Preserve heat energy in the dark,
In this autumn night and autumn eclipse
In the vast universe,
The greatness of "solution"
In all the tiny depths
launch
Baby's smile!
He's interested in you.
I climbed the Gorkon in Wan Ren.
Thorns pierced my clothes,
I looked into the foggy sky-
God, I can't see you!
I dug up a thick shell,
Destroyed the snake dragon's nest,
In the bottomless bath, my name is-
God, I can't hear you!
I met a child on the side of the road:
Lively, beautiful, clothes,
He called his mother with love in his eyes-
Oh, my God, he has a crush on you!
Hongmei love
Crystal snow is like your white clothes.
Let me miss you purely.
The fiery plums reflect you brilliantly.
I imagine your smile.
Yiren, you are a rose.
Bloom in warm spring
And I fell into the cold snow.
That's the arrogant Mei!
* The happiness of snowflakes-Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly? , fly? , fly? ,——
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly? , fly? , fly? ,——
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly? , fly? , fly? ,——
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
* Shian Nala-Xu Zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Just like the shyness of the lotus outside the cool breeze,
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.