Two modern poems, explaining why you like them, 100 words each

Teach Me How Not to Want Her".

There were a few clouds in the sky and a breeze on the earth.

Yes! The breeze ruffled my hair and taught me how not to want her?

The moonlight is in love with the ocean, and the ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Yes! Such a honey-like silver night, teach me how not to want her?

Falling flowers on the surface of the water flow slowly.

Fish swim slowly underwater.

Yes! Swallow, what do you say?

Teach Me How Not to Want Her".

Dead trees shook in the cold wind, and wildfires burned in the twilight.

Yes! There are still some remnants in the western sky, teach me how not to want her?

Reason: The melody is beautiful and full, which not only accurately conveys the spirit of the lyrics, but also can be said to enhance the artistic conception of the lyrics. In this song, Zhao Yuanren arranged the transposition with great skill, which was rarely seen in Chinese works of that era.

This song uses Western composition methods, but the melody is completely Chinese, and it is not a general transplantation or adaptation of folk songs, although Zhao Yuanren himself said in "Song Notes": "It's a bit like the last few words of the original board of Peking Opera Xipi." "But I think it's a completely new tune.

Our love, gone**.

My friend. The wind in this cold night.

The dream has been shattered.

Don't say. It's good for you and me to be like that.

Don't say. They don't like each other.

Tell me the flowers in my heart.

How much I miss it.

Please let me know by the way.

Live your dreams.

Nope....I've got to get it right.

What a fantasy There is a smile in the distance.

That month, I went up the mountain.

I will remember your smile for a long time.

I knelt under the moon.

I don't know what to wish for.

I don't think you blame me.

We come from ups and downs.

It's normal to love a woman.

I've told you all.

I will no longer be condemned by the spirit.

When your hand shakes before my eyes.

When your smile shines brightly in front of me.

I whispered to myself.

I will keep you in my heart forever.

I don't think about the future anymore.

I'm not sad at all.

I'll smile quietly.

You are the flower of my heart.

Please stay in my amorous embrace.

This poem expresses a boy's silent love for the goddess in his heart, and in plain sentences, it expresses pure love. The words are gentle and elegant, of course I like it!

Our love, gone**.

My friend. The wind in this cold night.

The dream has been shattered.

Don't say. It's good for you and me to be like that.

Don't say. They don't like each other.

Tell me the flowers in my heart.

How much I miss it.

Please let me know by the way.

Live your dreams.

Nope....I've got to get it right.

What a fantasy There is a smile in the distance.

That month, I went up the mountain.

I will remember your smile for a long time.

I knelt under the moon.

I don't know what to wish for.

I don't think you blame me.

We come from ups and downs.

It's normal to love a woman.

I've told you all.

I will no longer be condemned by the spirit.

When your hand shakes before my eyes.

When your smile shines brightly in front of me.

I whispered to myself.

I will keep you in my heart forever.

I don't think about the future anymore.

I'm not sad at all.

I'll smile quietly.

You are the flower of my heart.

Please stay in my amorous embrace.

Modern poems, you should recommend a poem in modern poetry, which is better to have a healthy content and positive energy, and then write the reason for your recommendation.

There are many classics of modern poetry, I like Haiyan and have a brave fighting spirit.

This life and this life.

There were two of my most heartless cries in the afterglow.

Once, at the beginning of my life.

Once, at the end of your life.

The first time, I won't remember.

It's to hear from you.

The second time, you won't know.

It was useless for me to say.

But in the middle of these two cries.

There was endless laughter.

Over and over again.

Reverberated for a full 30 years.

You know it, I remember it.

Reason for recommendation: This is a poem in praise of mothers, although the text does not mention "mother", it can be seen that the poem tells the life experience of a mother and child. In the delicate text, we see the joys and sorrows of a mother and a child (referring to the poet) in their lives, expressing the poet's deep love and deep nostalgia for his mother.

I like it. It's like every day when the sun sets, looking forward to another dawn and the happiness of the empty air.

I never express it.

Like this stream, it never tells the quicksand where it's going.

I like it. I like to sit alone on the beach and enjoy the night sky. Meteor.

Look at the mark it left behind in the sky.

That may be happiness, happiness.

I'm chasing the celebration draft, but I never fight for it.

I'm afraid that this night sky doesn't belong to me.

I like it. I like the arrival of dragonflies on the calm river.

Love the sparkling river under the scorching sun.

Maybe in **, and only there.

Have the happiness I'm looking for!

I like it. Just silently standing behind the back.

You never look back.

I think! But he was blind and still stood in place.

Maybe it's just what I like.

But he couldn't move Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

I like it. Like a person writing his own poems.

Maybe it's not a poem, it's just a story to the heart.

That's how I like it.

But you don't know the darkness that this night brings.

This poem looks forward to happiness.

Do you also like modern poetry? I like poetry and prose the most (I write a lot of words, whether you use them or not, I hope you read them, hehe).

I like Xu Zhimo and Dai Wangshu the most, as well as Rabindranath Tagore. I like a lot of poems, and if you ask me to name one, I would recommend Dai Wangshu's "Rain."

Lane", there is no doubt about her charm, it is because of this poem that Dai Wangshu won the nickname of "Rain Lane Poet".

The first time I read this poem, I felt very beautiful But there was always a little hesitation in the beauty, and the poet's description of the artistic conception was very powerful, and I felt as if I had entered it as soon as I read it.

The environment of the poem. So, to put it succinctly, I like this poem for the initial emotional reasons: beauty, hesitation, artistic conception (write too many words for fear that you will be bored, hehe.

And, of course, rational analysis;

Background of the poem: This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in the midst of the White Terror, and Dai Wangshu had to take refuge in the homes of his friends in Songjiang because he had participated in progressive activities, chewing on the disillusionment and pain after the defeat of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of confused emotions and hazy hopes.

The poem "Rain Alley" is an expression of his mood, which is intertwined with the dual moods of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit.

Personal analysis: The ancients used the lilac knot itself to symbolize sorrow in the poem, and "Rain Alley" imagined a girl with sorrow like a lilac. She has the image of a lilac that disappears in an instant, and the "lilac-like girl with a grievance" evokes more hope and disillusionment, and this image is a rare creation in the field of expressing the sorrow of the times.

The lilac knot in the rain is a real life scene to express the poet's feelings. The poet adds his own imaginary creations based on life experience. It is the product of artistic imagination that is more beautiful than life.

Left home in February. Look back at the familiar hometown.

This tugs at the heartstrings.

I can't count how many times I've looked back.

Look back and pack everything here into your wandering bag.

A grass, a tree, and the setting sun.

The dark red remnant of the glow was obscured.

Covered, its weeping face.

Tears fell on my heart.

Parting, with beautiful dreams.

Unwilling to be lonely in the smoke of cooking, competing from the chimney.

Floating, floating, dissipating.

The snow stained my hair white.

The trekking, the bitterness of running blackened my face.

All the vulgarity invaded my heart.

In the middle of the crowd.

I am like Jesus standing in the wilderness.

All the calls of love reach the boundless.

Consumed by ugliness, greed, hatred, jealousy.

There was no response.

The devil of loneliness invades my soul like a demon.

I want to turn into a lotus flower, a plum.

Not vulgar, not afraid of difficulties.

I would like to be a night butterfly.

Fly hard, fly, fly into space.

In the stars, the moon turned to ashes in the brilliance.

Float, dissipate.

Go in search of the cooking smoke of your hometown.

Haizi faces the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

Optimistic, simple, warm, in the final analysis, is moving.

This is one of my favorites called 'Just for Fun, Not for Names.'"

The geese passed through the fragrant mountains and left a song in the sky.

The rain falls on the blue lake like a sound.

The lonely boat swayed in the distance.

Worry about when the autumn rain will be clear.

Bamboo horse spa lost in the forest.

In sight, the swing is empty, and the people are empty.

1.Pretending to be deep and pursuing

Pickled chicks are purely ill-motivated

Patriotic fervor is the most fake

"Farewell Kangqiao" Xu Zhimo.

Farewell to Cambridge is a beautiful lyric poem, like an elegant and beautiful light **. In the autumn of 1928, the author visited England again, revisited the old place, and became poetic, turning his life experience into wisps of affection, which were integrated into the beautiful scenery of Kangqiao and galloped in the poet's imagination.

The whole poem starts with "gently", "walking", "coming", "beckoning" and "bidding farewell to the clouds", and then uses the technique of virtual and real to depict a flowing picture, constituting a wonderful artistic conception everywhere, and meticulously expresses the poet's love for Kangqiao, the longing for the past life, and the helpless sorrow in front of him sincerely, richly and eternal.

The poem shows a high degree of artistic skill of the poet. The poet blends specific scenes and imagination together to form a vivid artistic image of the poem, and skillfully integrates the atmosphere, feelings, and scenes into artistic conception, so as to achieve the affection in the scene and the scene in the feeling. The structure and form of the poem are rigorous and neat, and they are scattered.

The whole poem has 7 stanzas, each stanza is 4 lines, forming two parallel steps, the lines are slightly shorter and the lines are slightly longer, ranging from 6 to 8 characters per line, and the poet seems to have deliberately combined the forms of metrical poetry and free verse to make it a new form of poetry, rich in national and modern architectural beauty. The language of the poem is fresh and beautiful, the rhythm is soft and euphemistic, harmonious and natural, accompanied by the ups and downs of emotion, like a melodious and slow loose board, light and tactful, plucking the reader's heartstrings.

In the 20s, the poet Wen Yiduo advocated the "beauty of the world", "the beauty of painting" and "the beauty of architecture" of modern poetry, and the poem "Farewell to Kangqiao" can be said to have "three beauties", which can be called the swan song in Xu Zhimo's poems.

Rain Lane (Dai Wangshu).

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A girl with a grievance like a lilac.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, silently like me.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Sighing eyes.

She floated by, like a dream, like a dream.

Like a lilac field floating in a dream, this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the decadent fence, into this rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dispersed, even her sighing eyes were dissipated.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to float through a lilac-like ground.

A girl with a grudge.

Heavenly Market.

Guo Moruo's street lights in the distance were bright, as if countless stars were shining.

The stars in the sky appeared, as if lit by countless street lamps.

I think in the ethereal sky, there must be a beautiful street market.

Some of the items on display in the market are certainly rare things that are not found in the world.

You see, the shallow river of heaven is certainly not very wide.

The cowherd and weaver girl across the river will definitely be able to ride the oxen to and fro.

I think they must be wandering around the streets of heaven right now.

If you don't believe it, look at the shooting star, it's them walking with lanterns.

The light veil-like moonlight spreads all over the body.

The flute is closely connected with the heart.

The rhythm of the seasons.

Flows slowly with the fluttering of thoughts.

The spring river is accompanied by flowers.

On the same moonlit night, there are thousands of emotions.

The tide ebbed and flowed. Only wash away the sinking sand.

The sun sets. Reflecting the waterfowl looking at the beach.

Swing the oars and cast their nets at dawn.

I want to catch a lot of sunshine.

And shook down on the side of the ship.

It's just a few bits of starlight squeezed by clusters of fishing fires.

So the fishing songs arose.

Carry the evening breeze and return to the boat.

Who let the remnant sun pave the water and leave the half-river red.

Fu and Jiang Feng were drunk and slightly pillowed.

A few lines of goose characters on the river.

Could it be that it is flying south after flowing eastward?

Don't ask about emergencies, don't ask about floating life.

Didn't Cai Lingnu return with the river breeze?

Snow Falling into the river.

It turns into a severe cold with the flow.

Gusts of clouds collide with huge waves.

A thousand piles of snow rolled up again.

Streamers are easy to throw people away.

But the fisherman sitting alone on the bow of the boat is still hanging down.

But I saw that the river was flowing in the sky.

The moon is still shining.

How can this flute blow out the flow of the river.

But how many ships are drawn to the four seasons.