I m interested in modern poetry, and whoever helps me introduce some good ones to read, I m good to

The discarded "Star":

The sky is full of stars, and they are said to be eternal spring flowers.

The shadow of the begonia flowers on the east wall, the clusters are said to be the eternal autumn moon.

Waking up in the morning is a winter night's dream.

The stars in the middle of the night last night, clean as a bright net, sparse but not lost, spring flowers and autumn moons are also all, Zifei fish Anzhi fish.

There is a literary color, Xi Murong is very good, but now modern poetry is not the mainstream, so it is better to keep a low profile.

To Oak Shu Ting, this is really good, I like it

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 close.

2. "I Love This Land".

Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I would sing with a hoarse throat

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn that comes from the woods....

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land so much.

Yu Qiuyu's success.

Ripe. It is a bright and not dazzling brilliance.

It is a mellow sound that does not go against the ear.

It is a kind of calmness that does not need to be observed by others.

It's an atmosphere that finally stops appealing to the surroundings.

It's a smile that doesn't bother with a lot of noise.

It is a kind of indifference that washes away the extreme.

It is a thickness that does not need to be obtrusive.

It is a height that is not steep.

Be a man, be a person of taste, be a successful person, be a mature person, be a real man.

Dai Shuwang was holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley.

I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac.

She has the color of lilacs.

Lilac-like fragrance.

Lilac-like sorrow.

Wailing in the rain.

Complaining and hesitating.

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella like me.

Like me, I hesitate silently, indifferently, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approach. He looked at him with a sigh.

She floated by like a dream.

It's as miserable and confused as a dream.

Like a lilac floating in a dream.

This girl floated past me.

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge.

Get out of this rainy alley.

In the lament of the rain.

Faded her color.

Scattered her fragrance.

Even her sighing gaze.

Lilac-like melancholy.

I'm holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley.

I want to float past a girl who is grieved like a lilac.

Rain Alley" 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 is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, the grief of imitation rain, grief and hesitation;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an umbrella in front of the oiled paper.

Like me, like me.

Walking silently. Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and cast wisely.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by. Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

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.

The Autumn of One Man".

Spring. It smells of fresh grass.

The smiling face of a hundred flowers bloomed.

Symbolized. The vigor of vitality.

Summer. It's scented with lotus.

Woke up the lotus flower full of ponds.

Symbolized. The sun was hot in the middle of the day.

Autumn. It's scented with chrysanthemum.

Blowing off the leaves of the tree.

Symbolized. Calm after the harvest.

Winter. It is a sock with the smell of ice and snow.

Dyeing white has made the whole world bigger.

Symbolized. The coldness that comes after the calm.

Spring. Full of life.

Xia Mo is absolutely radical. Full of fiery.

Autumn. Full of calm.

Winter. It's full of icy cold.

And in my heart.

Autumn. It's eternal.

With the blue of the sky.

With the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Still. With falling leaves.

Calm and beautiful.

Comfortable and joyful.

Is that. I'm alone in the fall.

He Qifang's "Luo Shirt".

Nanxing "Make a gift".

Bian Zhilin, "Bai Peninsula" du

Mu Mutian's "Sound of Water".

Ai Qing "My Season".

Lin Geng, "The Heart of Spring".

Feng Zhi "DAO Southern Night".

Zhu Xiang "Rain Scene".

Li Jinfa, "Remembering Our Simple Stories".

Dai Wangshu's "My Lover".

Smell a lot of "Maybe".

Mu Dan "Winter" and "Garden".

Zhou Wu "August 15 last year".

Yu Gengyu "Don't Flash Your Bright Eyes".

Ying Xiuren "In the Ancient Yi Garden".

Xu Zhimo "Accidental".

Shi Yucun "Peach-colored Clouds".

Zong Baihua "Morningside".

Guo Moruo's "Silent Night".

Rao Mengkan "Pounding Clothes".

Hou Ruhua "Sailor".

Li Dazhao "Rain in the Mountains".

Yu Pingbo's "Head of the Wall".

Shen Yinmo's "Three Strings".

Pan Mohua's "Hidden Pain".

Feng Xuefeng's "Rice Fragrance".

Hu Shi "A Star".

Liu Bannong, "Mother".

Wang Duqing, "Hong Kong Night".

Ye Shaojun's "Sad Words".

Tian Han's "Spring Rain Song of the Eastern Capital".

Cai Qijiao's "Han Water in the Fog".

Liao Weitang, "Letter from the Country".

Let's write so much first, I've seen all of the above, and I personally like it very much, so I recommend o(o

A tree that blooms with flowers.

Xi Murong Du how did you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this reason, I have dao

In the pre-Buddha version, it was wrong for 500 years.

Zheng Chou walked with me in Jiangnan.

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

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

The heart of your earth is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

The center of your earth is a small window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful wrong right.

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby.

Ask it to make us a dust bond.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

As you walk by, please listen.

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait.

And when you finally ignore the walk.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not a petal.

It's my withered heart.

"Your Smile" - Neruda.

To Kane - Pushkin: Beautiful and sad.

We are not good at saying goodbye" - Akh version of Matova: a wonderful metaphor, the pursuit of no regrets "When you are old" - Yeats (highly recommended): Yeats's poems are simple, subtle, sad, and warm, and his love is faint, unswerving, and unassuming.

Reading between the lines, it reflects the admirable spiritual charm.

I don't know what subject matter you like, I only recommend these poems about love, I don't know if you like it or not, I hope you can experience the fresh language, beautiful imagery, exquisite conception, and elegant charm in the poem.

Gu Cheng, Shu Ting, Haizi, Rushing Stream.

As long as he wants to write, Guo Jingming can also write it.