Ai Qing's Appreciation of Modern Poetry

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has collected his favorite poems. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement and implication, and plays a role in reflecting social life and expressing thoughts and feelings. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following is an appreciation of Ai Qing's modern poems, which I compiled for you. I hope it will help you.

Appreciation of Ai Qing's Modern Poetry 1 dusk

Author: Ai Qing

The Woods at dusk are dark and soft.

The pond in the forest glowed with white light.

Let me indulge in the breeze.

Give me the breath of the fields. ...

I will always be a lover of this country. ...

No matter where I drift

Walking in the field at dusk

That confuses my heart mercilessly

It's the smell of livestock manure on the road in my hometown.

And the smell of hay in the barn next to the village ...

Appreciation of Ai Qing's Modern Poetry 2 "When Dawn Dresses in White"

Author: Ai Qing

Between the purple and blue Woods

From blue-gray hillsides to blue-gray hillsides,

Green grassland,

Green grassland, flowing on the grassland.

Fresh smoky emulsion ...

Ah, when dawn wears white clothes,

How fresh the fields are!

Listen,

Yellow light,

Spent the last time trembling on the pillar.

Appreciation of Ai Qing's Modern Poetry 3 "I Love This Land"

Author: Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the one from the forest

Gentle dawn ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

Appreciation of Ai Qing's Modern Poetry 4 "Handcart"

Author: Ai Qing

In the area where the Yellow River flows.

At the bottom of countless dry rivers

trolley

With wheels

Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.

Bud overcame cold and silence.

From the foot of the mountain

To the foot of the mountain

Full of noise

The sorrow of the people in the northland

On a cold day

Between poor villages and small villages

trolley

With independent wheels

Deep rutting on the gray loess layer

Across the vast desert

From this road

Which way?

Weave with each other

The sorrow of the people in the northland

Appreciation of Ai Qing's Modern Poetry 5 "Tree"

Author: Ai Qing

A tree, a tree

Stand apart from each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots are growing.

In the unseen depths

They twisted the roots together.