What s your favorite modern poem?

My favorite modern poem is the People's Liberation Army of the People's Liberation Army, I think this poem breaks the traditional style with heroic temperament, and is not as restrained as before, and uses some more key words to make the whole poem very vivid and energetic. Plus it's a war poem. It vividly depicts the heroic feat of the People's Liberation Army liberating Nanjing.

Especially the part where the ** government pulled out the Kuomintang flag, I think it is the best.

I am a willful child" Gu Cheng, I am a willful child, maybe I am a child spoiled by my mother, I am willful, I hope that every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons, I hope to be able to draw on my beloved white paper, draw clumsy freedom, draw an eye that will never shed tears, a sky, a feather and leaves that belong to the sky, a pale green night and apples, I want to draw the morning Draw the smile that can be seen in the dew.

To the Oak Tree", from the first time I saw it, I knew that I was deeply sinned, unable to extricate myself, but I didn't want to come out again. How important is the balance of love in my heart, I just want you to know that when you need it, I'm there; I also want you to know that I'm trying to get enough energy for me to be there when you need me!

I like the modern Seven Laws Long March the most, the Red Army is not afraid of expeditions, and it is difficult to wait for leisure. This poem made me feel how heroic and magnificent the spirit of the Red Army was, and while working hard for the People's Republic of China, even if he sacrificed himself, he was not afraid. It also shows that China's future will be created by the Chinese Red Army and led by the Communist Party of China.

In fact, I don't read a lot of modern poetry, but I only dabble in it occasionally, but if I have to say that my favorite modern poem is Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake". Compared with the little grievances of "Rain Alley", and the reluctance of "Farewell Kangqiao", I am even more "I am not a returnee, I am a passerby." "I was moved by this mistake.

My favorite modern poem is the rain alley written by Xu Zhimo, whenever I read it, I will enter that kind of artistic conception, that is, many, many small stone houses with light rain, and then there are some alleys of this or that around, and in the alley there is a very beautiful woman weaving an oil-paper umbrella, walking by me.

The sound of rubbing leaves came from the woods, it was the fingers of autumn. The sun warms the walls, and the night cools them. The poem "Floating Boat" is the first time I saw him on Weibo, and I felt a little touched in my heart after reading it, which made me feel that every word of him was very beautiful, as if every word was used correctly, especially the three words of kneading leaves, which made people feel very gentle.

My favorite modern poem is actually Dai Wangshu's Rain Alley, I think Dai Wangshu's Rain Alley writes about the hazy scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, because as a northerner, I have never been to the south, I think, and then it must be a particularly hazy, particularly delicate beauty, I think in fact, I don't have this kind of hazy and delicate beauty.

I think my favorite modern poem is the child's poem facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, I think facing the sea is a thing that people never dare to imagine now, I think as a person now, the biggest dream is to live in a place with a special scenery and natural landscape, I think it is actually very good.

Whenever I read this poem, I have a feeling of returning to my youth, this poem reminds me of the years of my youth, and it also reminds me of some of the things I did when I fell in love with the person I loved the most, the first time we fell in love.

Tea tasting in the mountains in spring.

Wang Minggang. Bring a spoonful of the fountain to a boil.

Soak a green mountain in a teacup.

Sit alone in the season of spring flowers.

Chew the wind, frost, rain and snow carefully.

The grass and trees are withered. The days are overflowing with the fragrance of tea.

Dense precipitation, everything is troublesome.

In an instant, it becomes an instant.

Walk through the vast sea of people.

In the most minimalist way.

With a yellowish liquid.

Flowing into the ethereal realm.

The weary heart finally came to shore.

Retreat and let the poetry fly.

Put the withered flowers.

The second singing is gorgeous. With the aroma of tea.

The loneliness and loneliness dispersed one by one.

A birdsong drips gracefully.

Fall into the bottom of a clear and tranquil heart.

Stretch your wings and relax.

Busyness is left behind.

In addition to leisure, there is also leisure.

Please don't listen to me anymore, I know that you are somewhere, frolicking in the wind, dreams in the empty space, false lotuses, the address that keeps me awake all night, if the raindrops have you, the flame is not me, people are the same, and the same way, I want, I want, I want to love the tears of your God. I think this modern poem is very beautifully written, and I like it very much.

Life has taught me to be strong. One day age is a terrible number, nostalgia is a bittersweet memory, loneliness is the closest friend, money is the person I desire the most but does not love me, and disease is the wicked person I can't get rid of! Loss is an eternal pain.

Life is so painful, is death the only way out for me? Seeing the thin figure of my 76-year-old father brought tears to my eyes, and I know that I am strong from then on! I shouted to the heavens, my heart was fearless, and I fought the gods!

I have been sleeping in it, and the narrow person has burned her ears and burned them into smoke, and I will never let her eavesdrop on the hunger of my heart, you see, this drunk world is full of wine, and the bamboo is also full of morning light and bright moon, and their Xiao Xiao's voice hurts, hurts, and the more it hurts, the more I want to peel it and peel it into my nostrils, then my pain is also the pain of the world.

I've never been to Beijing, or the Summer Palace, or standing on that huge stone boat.** The rain that fell on Kunming Lake, and the picnics ran far away from the meadow. I love to hear the sound of the rain;

Mid-Autumn Festival. There is only one bright moon.

But you and I are divided between two ends.

One end is the hometown.

One is homesickness.

Who can solve the problem of yin and sunny.

But a hundred years of feelings.

I'm on my way home. You're waiting for me.

Shu Ting's singing irises.

Dove of Peace It's a bad bird.

I don't like it because.

It never stays at my house for a moment.

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, "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.

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.

4, "Alley" (Gu Cheng).

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5, "Weight" (Han Han).

She put the bloody head on the balance of life, so that all the survivors were lost--re-trouser manuscript.

6, "Arc" (Gu Cheng).

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it promises, there is no place, it will not be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

9, "Choice" (Xi Murong).

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

10, "Pan Chun Bei Hope" (Xi Murong).

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I've never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

So long a lifetime.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.

Short answer: It's hard to choose, and I like the good ones. If you have to choose one, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter" should be.

Other masterpieces include Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao", "Accidental", "The Happiness of Snowflakes", Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley", Mu Dan's "Eight Poems", Lin Huiyin's "You Are the April Day in the World", Ai Qing's "I Love This Land" is high, Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Hardship Destroys Warm Flowers", Gu Cheng's "Generation", Xi Murong's "Homesickness", Yu Guangzhong's "Looking for Li Bai" and so on.

Expansion: Out of context.

Bian Zhilin. You stand on the bridge and are ready to look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

When I heard this song "Flowers Surrounded by the Scorching Sun", I thought of many things. So I wrote this poem and shared it with everyone.

Towards the sea of poems and flowers.

The Recluse. Hear "My heart is a flower that surrounds the scorching sun".

I cried. My tears are like the "Fairy Waterfall" in the Qinling Mountains.

It flows down with the wind.

Blow the hem of my lover's skirt over and over again.

My soul is like a fish in a pool.

Washed over and over again by a waterfall.

On this hot summer day.

It can never be more transparent than it is now.

And my son, he will forget this moment forever.

The moment was so beautiful.

But he's only 8 months old

He doesn't care what beauty is.

I'm waiting for him to grow up.

And the whole world is waiting for me to write a poem.

And the good poems are all silent in the old **.

Don't love me anymore, darling.

Don't care about me anymore, friends.

Don't grieve for me anymore, strangers talk slowly.

What reason do I have to say "no" to the world?

No, I can't say.

My heart is also surrounded by the scorching sun.

I'll drag the whole land.

Towards the sea of poems and flowers.

Let all the painful memories become the colorful clouds on the edge of Tianjin Zen.

Did you see that? Come and see!

I'm really running out of time.

Independent scholar, writer, artist poetry of the recluse.

Ai Qing "I love this land slowly".

If I were a bird, I should also 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 ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

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

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this earth so much......

Broken Chapter" - Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

"Broken Chapter" is the representative work of the "Crescent School" poet Bian Zhilin, written in October 1935. The language of the work is concise and subtle, according to the author Ziyun, the poem was originally in a long poem, but only these four lines of the whole poem are satisfactory to him, so he extracted an independent chapter, from which the title is derived. The poem is one of the most widely read masterpieces in the history of Chinese poetry in the 20th century.

The second half of the chapter. The mud across the river is connected to your beam, and the spring across the courtyard is picked up to the bridge in your cup.

Overseas luxury goods come to your chest, and I want to study the history of transportation.

Last night, I gave a light mow, and today I received two smiles.

Give a mirror flower, collect a round of water moon, and I will write down the running account for you.

Attached is a poem created by posterity.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Happy people praise others for being happy, and happy people try to feel happy.

Happiness is to describe others, and happiness belongs to oneself.

Favorite modern poem, the name is [end] English name, over If it is really a play, it is indeed a beautiful performance, and it is grasped.

The lines in the play, wet the eyes and hurt like a needle prick, and then teach people to do it themselves.

If it is really history, this only blames itself for wanting to keep it too late, it turns out that love, many are not what they are guessing like, they are less perceived by each other.

If it is really a play, the heart is also the cold teeth left by the dead lips, and at the beginning of the finalization, it should be determined that it will live and die with Yi, and then make it true step by step.

If it is really history, love can be completely without a word, proving each other, never taking the end as the main theme of the celebration, but no longer being infatuated.