Two rows of modern poems? What are the two modern poems

Two rows of modern poems? "Far and Near" Gu Cheng.

You. Look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a while. I think.

You look at me far away.

It's very close when you look at the clouds.

A Generation" Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light.

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.

Grass on the wall" Bian Zhilin.

At five o'clock, a corner of the sunset is pasted.

At six o'clock hung a half-wheel of lights.

Want someone to put all the days.

Just dreaming and looking at the wall.

The grass on the wall grew yellow and yellow.

Shayanara] Xu Zhimo.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not better than the cool breeze, a cherish, a cherish, a cherish, and a sweet sorrow in that cherish

Shayanara!

Two modern poems are as follows:

1, "Evening in the Autumn River" Liu Dabai: The birds returning to the nest, although they are tired, still carry the slanting sun back. With a flip of his wings, he dropped the slanting sun on the river; The white reeds on the head are also made up for a moment.

The poem "The Night of the Autumn River" is to write about the tired bird returning to the nest, mainly highlighting a tired and returning word, autumn is the day of parting, the poet is tired and wants to return home. With the scenery as a metaphor, with the personification of things, vivid scenes and things, in the evening of the autumn river of the tribe, the poet is tired and wants to return.

2, "Song of the Flower Cow" Xu Zhimo: The flower cow sat in the grass and flattened an ear of spring and autumn deer. The flower cow slept in the grass, and the white clouds occupied it for half a day. The flower cow walks in the meadow, its little tail flicking. The flower cow dreamed in the meadow, and the sun smuggled across the green peaks of the western mountains.

"Hua Zhao Sen Hu Niu Song" describes a cute flower cow. It sits or walks or lies down, all leisurely and free. As it moves, the grass, wildflowers, the sky, the white clouds, the quietly moving sun, and the verdant peaks all appear in front of us one by one, showing the liveliness and cuteness of the little flower cow.

3、——Twilight: On the way. The flare at a certain moment takes its own energy, separates from the parent body, and falls.

Time took a letter of resignation and bathed the flower-faced woman. Make it old, folded vicissitudes. The stars struggle.

Not willing to be mediocre, the gravitational ferry, just out of sight of the sun. Grass and trees earthy and affectionate, all crowned blue. Quietly, gone.

Disguised by the world.

Thousands of years later, unearthed in the sun. The labor pain was unbearable, and the mother called the milk name. You are still in the arms of Van Ai.

Running with a breath in hand, coming and going, empty-handed. Earthly. Sunlight.

Change. The changing gender of the air. At this point, it's you.

Elsewhere, it's him.

1. Chasing dreams.

Dreams have no wings.

Let the heart fly.

Fish don't have wings.

Jumped over the dragon gate.

The grass did not bloom.

Green frees up spring.

The wild geese are not afraid of thousands of miles of dangers.

For the sake of the South and the North.

Nick Hochul has no arms or feet.

The spirit is famous all over the world.

Samuel's "Youth" in old age

It inspires the hearts of the old and the young.

How far the dream goes.

You can go as far as you can.

Chasing dreams, meet.

Fish leap and cheer, aurora dazzle, glacier beauty.

Cape, don't say flying fish.

The innocent smile of the fish that hugged each other.

The sea of time is surging.

Responds to the hesitation of dreaming high.

The vast territory is submerged in the sunset and the rising sun.

The billowing red dust is submerged in the clouds and smoke of the years.

It is hard to drown the attachment of the season.

The dream is beautiful, because it is finally met.

Original Poetry There are also poems and distant Chinese poets circle Second, the feelings of snails.

There's a cow in the name.

But they are crawling forward.

My step, your thousand miles.

Distant in mind. If you don't stop, it's not far away.

Sleeping in the open air, welcoming the sunrise and sending the sunset.

The scorching sun climbs the hills.

Storms through the wilderness.

If it is an expedition, it should be a trip.

Scenery everywhere. The hot and cold pain are all elegant and dusty romance.

Lingao crosses the water and smells the fragrance of flowers.

Even if he fell into the water and died.

Just for the spring of the dream of affectionately embracing.

Not about when the flowers bloom.

Listen to the streams and smell the flowers.

Eyes of romance and true love.

All things are full of tenderness and sweetness.

Every day is a colorful world of flowers.

Flowers don't come for you.

The scent of flowers intoxicates you.

Work hard for a spring. A summer of fragrant flowers.

There is affection and love in the heart.

Aroma in all seasons.

Essay Transcript" Zhang Chi.

The mountains take away the sunset.

I couldn't find that one again.

The path when it came.

With a few barks.

I discern the truth of this world.

Discern the alarming news.

At this time. There must be a wind pushing the grass mustard and rolling.

It's like those hurried migrant workers rushing to the station.

Faux pas" Speech 1.

Roses have stars.

There will be a warm light in the dark.

Lead the seeker to it.

You also have the stars in your eyes.

Not inferior to roses in any way.

I was often locked up in the darkness of the night.

Suddenly I saw your light.

I am attracted by the brightness in your eyes.

So I walked towards you.

Indulge in your eyes.

The road in this world is far away.

Danqing ink is difficult to paint this rapid change.

You cross the mountains, rivers and seas.

The wind and dust are innocent, and the eyebrows have not changed at all.

But it is difficult to draw a complete picture of you.

Imaging is always inferior by three points.

You are unique and difficult to replicate.

Roses bloom to thousands of people in the world.

But I want you to be mine alone.

I'm selfish and bad, and I want to be monopolistic.

I begin to burn in your love.

Powerless for the lack of words.

Confessions are always inadequate.

I've often been occupied by the doctrine of roses.

Please forgive me for being pious and rude.

Lucky Bamboo" is quiet in a tall glass bottle.

When the new leaves have not yet been extracted.

The old ones are long gone.

All that's left is.

Section by section, it gradually turns white and yellow, and gradually turns dark green.

What a deserted green branch.

What about that root. It is very vigorous growth.

Curl up at the bottom of the vase.

Carries all life.

When the wind rises, the leaves rustle.

What is it talking about?

It doesn't bring me anything.

Why is it called Kaiyun Bamboo?

It's just a comfort to my heart.

Wind" Wind, smile.

Swing in the trees, race in the prairie, and play a game of darts with leaves in the yard.

Smile is a flower that blooms on the face, and a smile is the honey that hangs on the mouth.

A smile is sweeter than sugar, and a smile is more fragrant than a flower.

Nameless Little Flower (Gu Cheng).

Wildflowers, stars, dots, buttons that want to be lost, scattered on the side of the road.

It has no chrysanthemum, curly blonde hair, no peony, delicate face, it only tiny flowers, and thin branches and leaves, putting a faint fragrance.

Melt into a beautiful spring.

My poems, like nameless flowers, quietly bloom with the wind and rain of the seasons.

Lonely world.

In ancient times, the fifteenth night of looking at the moon and the water tuned the song head.

In modern times, my thoughts are round spring.

The sky is gray.

The road is gray.

The building is gray.

The rain is gray.

In a dead ash.

Walked past two children.

A bright red. A pale green.