Beautiful modern poetry

Mistake. 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, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

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

Beautiful modern poems: "You are the April Day in the World", "Farewell to Cambridge", "Mistake", etc.

You are the April day in the world: Lin HuiyinI say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides;

The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds in the early April sky;

The twilight blows the softness of the wind;

The stars are flashing inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful you are;

You wear the crown of fresh flowers;

You are innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like;

The green of the new acorn budding, you are;

Soft and joyful, the water floats in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree;

It was the swallow murmuring between the beams,—— you are love, you are warm;

It is the hope that you are the April day of the world!

Farewell Kangqiao: Xu ZhimoGently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a farewell to the clouds that closed the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river 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 penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing 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.

Error: Zheng ChouyuI hit Jiangnan and walked through.

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.

Your heart is like a little lonely city;

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is closed by a small window;

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

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

1. "Farewell Kangqiao" (Xu Zhimo).

Gently I go, as softly I came;

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

The golden willow on the bank of the river 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.

2. "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" (Haizi).

From tomorrow, be a happy person, feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, caring for food and vegetables, I have a house, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, I will correspond with every loved one and tell them my happiness, and what the lightning of happiness has told me, I will tell everyone.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name, stranger, and I bless you too.

May you have a bright future, may you have a lover and eventually become a family, may you be happy in the world, I only wish to face the sea, spring flowers.

3. "In Front of the Door" (Gu Cheng).

How I wished there was a doorway, and in the morning, when the sun shone on the grass, we stood, holding on to our own door, the door was low, but the sun was bright.

The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and it is very beautiful for us to stand and not speak.

There is a door, which does not need to be opened, it is ours, and it is very beautiful.

In the morning, the night will still wander, we will hand over the lyre to him, and we will not leave the pure source of consumption.

We need the land, and we need to know the land that will never be destroyed.

We have to ride it and spend our lives, and the land is rough and sometimes narrow.

However, it has history, there is a sky, a moon, a dew and a morning, and we love the land.

We stood, digging through the dirt with wooden shoes.

The door was also hot, and we leaned against it gently, which was very beautiful.

The grass behind the wall will not grow anymore, it only touches the sunlight with its fingertips.