Can anyone give me some poetry? Can anyone give me a modern poem

September 9 recalls the Shandong brothers.

Wang Wei is a stranger in a foreign land, and thinks of his relatives every festive season.

The remote knowledge of the brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

Fifteen nights looking at the moon.

Wang Jian's white arboreal crows in the atrium, cold dew and silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

Qiu Si Zhang.

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

The autumn wind leads Liu Yuxi.

Where is the autumn breeze?

Xiao Xiao sent a flock of geese.

Towards the courtyard tree, the lonely guest is the first to hear.

Sauvignon Blanc Nalan Sex.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

Ma Zhiyuan, withered vines and old trees, crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly windy thin horses.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

People think about Xue Daoheng every day.

It's only been seven days since spring, and it's been two years since I left home.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers.

Silent Night Thoughts Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Words of the Sun".

Open your windows.

Open your doors.

Let me in, let me in.

Go into your hut.

I carry a golden bouquet of flowers.

I carry the scent of the woods.

I carry light and warmth.

I was covered in dew.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Quickly lift your head from the pillow.

Open your eyes covered with jié hair.

Let your eyes see my coming.

Let your hearts be like little wooden houses.

Open them for a long time closed windows.

Let me bring the bouquet, put the fragrance, put the light.

Warmth and dew fill the space of your hearts.

Ai Qing) Birch (Yesenin).

There was a birch tree standing by my window, covered with snow, like silver frost.

On the hairy branches.

Ice cubes are full.

The hem of the garment is like snow-

Tassel sparkling. Birch shrouded.

Dreamy silence, golden sparks.

Jump on the snowflakes.

Asaka lazily.

Sprinkle all over the branches.

The spring breeze is proud, and the horses are galloping.

The green mountains are falling, and the green water is green.

Full of scenery Bipeng Island, intoxicated than Kuanglu.

I am willing to borrow Danqing's wonderful hand and put my chest into the drawing.

Return to the sea Gaolong. 14 May 2003.

Silent Night Thoughts" Tang Li Bai.

The giant looked at the bright moon and bowed his head to miss his hometown.

Modern Poetry:

"Xu Zhimo" Xu Zhimo was wandering in the sky that day, comfortable, light, you didn't want to stay.

On that side of heaven or in that corner of the earth, your pleasure is unhindered leisure, and you are even more careless on the humble ground.

There is a first-class stream, although your brightness.

Stain his ethereal spirit as he passes, wake him up, and hold your shadow tight.

What he clung to was dense sorrow, because beauty could not be still in the landscape;

He wants you to fly over the mountains and cast shadows on the wider lakes and seas!

He's emaciating for you, the first-class stream, in the hopeless hope, hoping for you to fly back!

Whisper" Xu Zhimo.

The autumn rain is in the first-class cold autumn pool, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on a piece of autumn leaves that will be yellow but not yellow, listen to him cordially chatter, whisper about the love of the three autumns, love plots, and gently blow him down in the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, a vortex and a half, and follow the autumn flow.

The whispers of the autumn rain, the love affairs of the three autumns, and the plot of the love poems also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, and the vortex and half turned, following the autumn flow.

Shayanara. — To Japanese girls.

Xu Zhimo is the most gentle with his bowed head, like a water lotus flower that is not shy, and he cherishes it, cherishes it, and there is a sweet sorrow in that cherishment

Poems about rain.

1The rain began to fall. I walked into the rain.

I saw lightning hitting my roof.

The rain slid like a snake on my body.

I don't feel terrified. I know.

There is a kind of flower that opens, and it applauds itself.

The rain was falling. The gesture in which it falls.

It can be seen, but it cannot be fixed.

2You put yourself very close to the rain.

Just observe it.

The rain falls vertically in the depths of the gaze.

It doesn't fall into your heart.

You haven't allowed yourself to be pretentiously fictional.

The sky turned white. As white as snow.

The sound of lightning and thunder and lightning is also white.

A thin shout of a blank sheet of paper was drowned out.

You say, I ran in the rain and ran through the city.

Every street, in order to find a cemetery.

3 cemeteries. A cemetery obscured by all kinds of babbling.

Placed there, like a discarded toy.

The dead are also like a discarded toy.

At this moment, the rain brought a burst of moisture in.

You feel a flower trembling faintly inside you.

You can't keep track of the movement of the black clouds.

You can't even predict.

The direction in which the splash spreads when it hits the ground.

What is loneliness.

Loneliness is a terrible poison, and loneliness is a source of inspiration Loneliness will make a person very sad and sad, sad to be friends with cigarettes, and kiss with wine bottles Loneliness is the calm after the ripples on the lake, very light, very light, light as if a person is hanging in the air;

Loneliness is like a girl's tears, maybe they flow out for something, but it is difficult to find a reason;

Lonely and like a man's beard, although he has to shave every day, he is a symbol of maturity and stability;

Loneliness is the almighty wine Different people, there will be different tastes when you taste it What is loneliness, is the melancholy of the soul wanting to go out to travel, but not buying a plane ticket What is loneliness, is the fatigue of the mind after running 5 kilometers, although it is very tired, the feeling of softness

I'm afraid of loneliness, I'm even more afraid of not being lonely, it's terrible to be alone without loneliness, but a lot of times I don't enjoy loneliness, I'm really vulnerable in the face of loneliness, very vulnerable

As the wrinkles increase, I think I will love loneliness, because loneliness is the faithful servant of the older man, and I don't want him to succeed you, and you can't get rid of it

I don't know which way the wind is blowing.

Xu Zhimo. I don't know the wind.

In which direction is it blowing-

I am in a dream, in the light waves of dreams.

I don't know the wind.

In which direction is it blowing-

I was in a dream, her warmth, my intoxication.

I don't know the wind.

In which direction is it blowing-

I am in a dream, and sweetness is the brilliance of a dream.

I don't know the wind.

In which direction is it blowing-

I was in a dream, her negativity, my sorrow.

I don't know the wind.

In which direction is it blowing-

I am in a dream, and my heart is broken in the sorrow of a dream!

I don't know the wind.

In which direction is it blowing-

I am in a dream, and the dimness is the brilliance of the dream.

Shaoguang is easy to disperse and the water flows for a long time, and the old garden is not spring and autumn.

Long pity Luoyang City in the plum, who knows the clear stream of broken branches and willows.

Before leaving, the pain of parting was not relieved, and the hatred was long before the trip.

Get up and stand in the atrium, and the cold shadow of the moon fills the west building.

Shake off the frost and no one sweeps it, and the west wind adds to the description.

If you want to drink without drinking, it is difficult to go down your throat, and you will return without words.

Acacia is weak at all, blowing away from people's pillows.

Remembering the cold dust orchid falls, and the moss is reflected.

Reminiscing about the juvenile incident, my heart is like a boat.

Who knows the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and who knows the cold and warm.

By the end of the spring flowers, it was too late to explain the words.

Sorrowful Liang Zhuhua butterfly through the ages, life and death are difficult to be calm.

The most annoying lovesick bean, speechless is sorrowful.

Wake up and roll your eyelashes, the green willows are smokeless, and the edelweiss droplets on the branches startle the sleepy face.

The jade folding fan, the face is lightly covered, and the feet are slightly moving, and it is suspected that he is a flying immortal outside the sky.