Bingxin s modern poems are a little longer 5, and Bingxin s modern poems are a little longer

Gently I go, as softly I came;

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

The golden willow on the riverside.

It 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 Cam River, I am willing to be a pool of water plants in the shade of the trees, 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 penny, wander towards 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.

Poems to Mother".

Mother, for a long time, I wanted to write a poem for you, but I wrote it many times, but I still didn't write it well.

Mother, I don't know how to begin, how to end, and what to write about this poem for you.

It's like a harsh slap in the face of you as a child, I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to run away.

Mother, I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not written well, even if you are far away from home, you will never be able to read ......

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he fell asleep for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging him to return with her love and sorrow.

I never want to abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it, fold it into a very small boat, and throw it out of the boat in the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat. I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, begging her to carry her love and sorrow back. ”

1, "Moon".

The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate.

A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate shattered into two or three pieces.

The fish was so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks.

Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

2, "Little Fairy Tale".

On the south side of the clouds, in that distant place, a flock of leaves said:

We want to bloom like flowers.

There is a group of flowers that say:

We want to fly like birds.

A flock of peacocks said:

We want to grow like a tree.

3, "Pomegranate".

Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's the mother of the autumn shed who is shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

4, "Fourteen Years Old, Slippery Blue Harbor".

Life is a long river, and the age of fourteen is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves set off by impulses, and there are waves of thinking.

There is love, but it is hazy, I don't understand but I understand a little, just like a river under the morning mist, you can see it, but it is difficult to distinguish.

The stomach is full of worries on the face, there are words, and if you don't turn around, you will spin on the tip of your tongue, so innocent that you are like a wave jumping and jumping, and you never know what it means to be sad and uneasy.

To say that the boy is brave is really brave, even if the gun flies without blinking;

To say that the girl is cowardly is really timid, she jumped far away when she saw the bean worm.

I hope there are a few more exclamation marks, so that the adults are impressed, but the question marks in the mind are always not straightened, and the strange questions often make the teacher embarrassed.

You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, ideals are like tides constantly changing, you want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks to be a hero.

Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor, fourteen years old, the ideal paradise, from which the ship of life starts, and the morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.

1. [Osmanthus].

Pushing open the window, both eyes are small osmanthus flowers.

Like a starry spot.

The house is full of autumn, and the windows are full of incense.

The floral fragrance spreads all around.

It's so light, soft, wave.

The sorrow of September, the heart of autumn.

The bright moon dances out of Chang'e.

The eyebrows are like green daisy, and the skin is like mutton fat.

Willow waist lotus step - step into the red dust.

The ground was silent.

Bursts of fragrant fragrance. Hey, man in the wind.

The osmanthus in the distance.

than whether it is lighter, softer, more waveless.

2. [Weekend appointment].

Days like this will never be forgotten.

The sound of your footsteps that is fading away.

It is clearly the whisper of autumn leaves and autumn wind.

I ran into the distance in a neon dress.

Tell the clouds, tell the sun.

How butterflies fly to the flowers.

How swallows are obsessed with green poplars.

How the autumn insect tweets rhapsodies.

The warmth, I seem to remember, but also seem to forget.

Please stop your tired footsteps.

Let me pick up the autumn leaves in the wind.

Play a song like a firework and be gloomy and high.

Fireworks.

Please wait for me to walk and fly with me.

3. [That Night].

The sound of the flute. The night fades into the cup.

Zi Feng could no longer count the wrinkles on the flute's forehead.

The wind blows a tree's heart.

You shake your head, shaking your head.

The chirping of autumn insects came from the window.

Cut, cut, slush.

Worried. Such as the half-pot yarn of the beaded curtain.

My whole body is like a wind, moon, flower and bird.

Laugh at the dust. You say, the hole flute is an autumn insect in the corner of the wall.

Singing a parting song. Silk language.

Xiao Xun, that night sent out the poignancy of nine bamboos.

4. [Bamboo Heart].

It's been a good night. The footsteps of plum blossoms are lonely and lonely.

Thirteen o'clock. Suddenly I heard the sound of a flute.

A bamboo forest leaped into my sight.

There is a knotan sweet potato with an open mind.

Whoever is noble and humble.

Hiding in a secluded place for a while.

At this time, you must be on the other side too.

5, [Night Weiyang].

You're standing across from me.

Holding a black and white face mask.

Kiss the lips of the night gently.

Your eyes do not see my affection.

It is said that the light of the day falls on the faces of the sleepers.

Her dreams will become more lively.

You are like a ghost in the middle of the night.

Move like a rabbit. Quiet as a virgin.

Darkness fell on the face of a pedestrian.

He and the only big shadow.

Walking in the hurried light.

The world suddenly became magical.

I'm standing in the corner.

Eagerly graffiti makes the world black and white.

Don't learn to look it up on the Internet, learn it yourself, it's better to buy class notes.

Excerpt of starry spring water, spring water.

It's another year.

Still blowing so slightly, can you take another shadow, the spring water quietly thanked me and said:

My friend! I have never left a shadow, and not only for you. ”

Twenty-four o'clock passed slowly——

Flowers whispered to each other:

We're all just weakling!

Sweet dreams. Take turns to do it, haggard cup.

Take turns drinking, that's how God has arranged! ”

Six poets! Don't be wronged.

Beauty"drawings.

To be lightly depicted!

Seven, step by step, help away-

Half-hidden purple peaks.

How can it be so lofty?

Oh in August! What makes you dignified?

Far in the sky.

You're the only one.

A spring water!

It's been another year, and it's still blowing like this.

Can I take another picture?

Chunshui thanked me gently and said, "My friend!

I've never left a shadow, and not only for you.

Is the independent universe of the twenty hills occupied by one person?

Three or three corner flowers!

When you are lonely, the world will be small.

How did Sisanchun speak?

But her great latent power has been so gentle in the world!

Sixty-two, I want to save the "past" years, but the warp and weft of time have woven the silk of "now"!

Six-Five is just a lone star!

In the boundless darkness, the loneliness of the universe has been written.

71 When I went to myself like a cloud, I really felt that the universe was too lonely!

Seventy-six loneliness increases depression and busyness to eradicate troubles - my friend!

Happiness is in non-stop work!

Eighty-two, my friend, don't let the spring breeze fool you, the color of the flower is not as good as the fragrance of flowers!

Eighty-seven young people!

Is it just a review?

The world is moving forward without stopping.

Ninety smart people!

In this indifferent world, you can only carry the lamp of "self-confidence" in the dark.

102 My Question - My Heart Is Silent in the Light.

But my dreams were interpreted for me in the dark!

112The bigger the waves, the more happy the rock that stands in silence.

One, three, four, fate is like the sea breeze - blowing the boat of youth, fluttering and twisting, crossing the sea of time.

137 is silent!

In this infinite world, I should only smile and not speak.

174 young people, cherish the description, time is turning the pages of the book, please write!

The thirty-third paragraph of the poem "Stars" is the shortest!

It reads as follows: O Mother!

Leave aside your sorrows, and let me sink into your bosom, and you alone are the anchor of my soul.

The city wall at the corner of 131, the blue sky, and the boundlessness of the pole

This is the heavens—the earth.

Four-seven's childhood friend:

The sea waves, the mountain shadows, the brilliant sunset, the tragic trumpet;

Are we estranged now?

Ninety-six shadows fall in the water, and sentences fall in the heart, all of which generally have no traces.

Excerpt from Bing Xin's "Stars").

Modern poems (Bingxin's), shorter?

The city wall at the corner of 131, the blue sky, and the boundlessness of the pole

This is the heavens—the earth.

Four-seven's childhood friend:

The sea waves, the mountain shadows, the brilliant sunset, the tragic trumpet;

Are we estranged now?

Ninety-six shadows fall in the water, and sentences fall in the heart, all of which generally have no traces.

Excerpt from Bing Xin's "Stars").

It's another year of spring.

It's still blowing slightly.

Can I take another picture?

My friend! I never left a shadow.

And not only for you".

Twenty-four o'clock passed slowly——

Flowers whispered to each other:

We're all just weakling!

Sweet dreams. Take turns.

Haggard cup. They also took turns drinking.

"Stars".

Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

Youth!

You can't fly like the wind.

It should be as still as a mountain.

Like a cloud. Weak career.

I only made the poet's information!!

131。O sea!

Which star has no light?

Which flower doesn't have fragrance?

There was no time in my thoughts, without the clear sound of your waves.

"Mother".

Oh Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

It's very poetic, it's short, and it means the whole text.

Didn't you make a good meal

"Spring Water" Ice Heart.

A spring water! It's another year.

It's still blowing slightly.

Can I take another picture?

My friend! I never left a shadow.

And not only for you".

Twenty-four o'clock passed slowly——

Flowers whispered to each other:

We're all just weakling!

Sweet dreams. Take turns.

Haggard cup. They also took turns drinking.

That's what God had!

Three: Young people!

You can't fly like the wind.

It should be as still as a mountain.

Like a cloud. Weak career.

I only made the poet's information!!

Four: Lu Harvest. Is it only with this yellow wave?

Take advantage of the wind to blow to the south of the Yangtze River!

Bing Xin's concise and beautiful short poem.

Purify everyone's heart.

A spring water!

It's another year.

It's still blowing slightly.

Can I take another picture?

My friend! I never left a shadow.

And not only for you".

Twenty-four o'clock passed slowly——

Flowers whispered to each other:

We're all just weakling!

Sweet dreams. Take turns.

Haggard cup. They also took turns drinking.

That's what God had!

Three: Young people!

You can't fly like the wind.

It should be as still as a mountain.

Like a cloud. Weak career.

I only made the poet's information!!

Four: Lu Harvest. Is it only with this yellow wave?

Take advantage of the wind to blow to the south of the Yangtze River!

Fourth, the stars are twinkling-

Deep blue sky.

He could hear them talking.

There was a glimmer of silence.

They praised each other deeply.

5. Childhood!

It's the truth of the dream.

It's a dream in reality.

It's a tearful smile when reminiscing.

Sixth, the tremor of thousands of acres——

Deep black islandside.

Yue'er came up.

The source of life, the place of death!

Seventh, little brother!

Three bright and joyful stars in my soul.

Gentle and unspeakable.

O child in the depths of the soul!

8. Darkness. What a deep depiction?

The depths of the heart.

The depths of the universe.

A resting place in the brilliant light.

9. Mirrors. Opposite side of the photo.

Instead, it feels unnatural.

It's better to flip the past.

10. Awake.

Only the lonely and angry!

Listen to the sound of fortune-telling gongs.

Knock down the fate of the world.

Ten. First, the residual flowers are embellished on the branches.

The birds flew away.

Scattered all over the ground

Is life also such a glimpse?

Ten. Second, dreams are the most hidden!

Clearly.

Honestly.

Tell you about the secrets and worries in your soul.

Ten. 3. Tender green buds.

And the youth said. Develop yourself! ＂

Pale white flowers.

And the youth said. Contribute yourself! ＂

Crimson fruit.

And the youth said. Sacrifice yourself! ＂