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There are also some wonderful things about modern poetry, and I have compiled a short modern poetry that I hope will be helpful to you.

1. I am infinitely ashamed in the face of the big river I have wasted my years and am tired like all poets who take dreams as horses The years are fleeting and there is not a drop left - Haizi "Dreams as Horses".

2. Be a happy person from tomorrow Feed horses and chop firewood to travel around the world Care about food and vegetables from tomorrow I have a house Facing the sea and spring flowers bloom - Haizi "Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom".

3. There is nothing but the distance The farther away the place, the more lonely The happiness of the distance is how much pain. —Hai Zi, "There is nothing but the distance away".

4. I only wish to face the sea and bloom in spring. —Hai Zi, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

5. I don't care about humans tonight, I only think about you. —Haizi "Sister, I'm in Delingha tonight".

6. What can we know about the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Let's climb up and look at the surrounding scenery and then come down -- Han Dong, "About the Big Wild Goose Pagoda".

7. I have had a lonely country life, which forms a gentle part of my life, and whenever the tired mood comes, there will be a gust of wind to relieve me - Han Dong, "The Gentle Part".

8. We often mention No. 6 Shangyi Street, saying that it is a day many years later that children will come to visit - Yu Jian's "No. 6 Shangyi Street".

9. I read your poems and imagine what you look like I've been guessing the color of your dress In one green morning after another, I'm waiting for you and you to come out -- Ding Dang "The Poetess".

10, a table knife, slender and virtuous, has not yet remarried, a piece of news, wandering around the street and running to the corner to whisper, a bottle of wine, a handful of snot, a handful of tears, and remembering a past incident I have never married a Kant and a Hans Christian Andersen in my life, how to live a life is sad A pair of leather shoes An alley, a wife, a kick is a lifetime, a Sunday, a pile of, a bubble of urine, an absurd idea disappears - Ding Dang, "Sunday".

11. From a drop of water in the sea to a small village in Shandong From a meager production in Jiangsu to my desk lamp tonight So many people are alive: illiterate, talented bandits, small business owners, ......What kind of marriage has been handed down to me, have I wandered the imperial palace of the Han Dynasty? —Nishikawa, "A Fictional Genealogy."

1."Waiting for Autumn to Comes" is magnificent.

I stand in front of the mountain, facing the horizon, with my back to the green hills, the fleeting sea in front of me, I don't know where it comes from, a light sprouts in the sky, but I am between the mountains and the sea, unique and out of place, the maple leaves at the end of summer are not yet red, the farmer's rice seedlings have just been planted, the road is far away, the red lights are on at the crossroads, you are waiting for the car, and I am waiting for autumn to come.

2."Beautiful Solitude".

Walking all over the world's angles Your figure is looking back The mirror is shattered Look forward The mirror is reunited and there are cracks Blame you for being naturally beautiful Therefore ugliness can't see you Blame the fireworks for being too presumptuous You find yourself alone Blame the outside world is too cruel Weak you are afraid to step further When the melodious shout rings the bell You will find your own beauty When you walk in the crowd Someone will tell you that you are not alone.

3, "After the Rain" Xi Murong.

Actually, it can also be a poem If you can let me move slowly Quietly looking forward to searching With the deepening twilight Through the unknowable mud In the dark clouds Finally shed tears for all The encounter that was missed or not missed Life can always become a poem in the end After the pouring rain My heart will be cleaner If you are willing to wait All the clouds that seep through and float In the end, they will finally merge into a river.

Excerpts of modern poetry are beautiful, generally used sentences include two parts of the subject and predicate, there are a few sentences that poke your heart, the combination of sentences can allow us to better express our thoughts, these quotations are also instructive to our lives, the following is to share with you the excerpts of modern poetry beautiful mood.

1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are very close.

2, "Accidental" (Xu Zhimo).I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3, "Mistake" (Zheng Chouyu).I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come. The catkins in March do not fly to the shed and destroy the silver.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

"Farewell Kangqiao Changing Spike" (Xu Zhimo).Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The riverside one'Jin Liu is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a long artemisia, wander to the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

"Sending Off" (Lin Ling).The one with the red light galloping in.

It was the last bus.

You jump up lightly and don't look back.

I can see your shadow.

It's strange why it's not cold in winter.

Why, a Lenovo can never be divided.

Even though the car with the red light is already coming and carrying you away.

And on my way home, the rain fell.

Someone raised the collar of the coat ......

Melancholy – Summer 0728

1. The wind blows through the grass and bends down in the wind.

Dreams scratched me, and I curled up in my dreams.

2 With joy and with melancholy.

Pin your dreams on the southeast and northwest winds.

Pristine white dandelion children.

The wind carried them where the wind thought of them.

3. You're looking at the morning glow.

I'm behind you.

Rain Lane Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silently.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated like a dream, like a dream, as miserable and confused as a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.