Modern poets, who has the best poems, have to name a few masterpieces

This is a very broad question with no standard answer. Some people say Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao", some people say Haizi's "Village", and some people say Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley".

I said that Lu Li's "Cool" is the best, four sentences, at least five nets, and at least three cool meanings.

On the Internet me.

It's not a spider, it's a bug.

Not seeing me online.

Either diving or surfing.

Haizi is the best, only Haizi.

A. Wheat field.

Others see you.

Feel warm and beautiful about you.

I stand at the center of your painful questioning.

Burned by you. I stand on the sun's rays of pain.

Wheat field. O mysterious questioner.

As I stand before you in agony.

You can't say I have nothing.

You can't say I'm empty-handed.

Rebuild the home.

On the water, give up wisdom.

Stop looking up at the sky.

In order to generate it, you have to shed tears of humiliation.

Come and water the peaceful orchards of your hometown.

No insight is required to build.

The earth presents itself.

With happiness and with pain.

to rebuild the roof of his hometown.

Give up contemplation and wisdom.

If you can't bring the wheat grains.

Please be honest with the earth.

Remain silent and your dark nature.

The wind blows the smoke. The orchard was silently shouting beside me.

Hands work. Soothe the soul.

Poems of Death (Part 2).

The girl I could see.

Maiden in the water.

Please be among the wheat fields.

Clean up my bones.

Like the bones of a bunch of reed flowers.

Bring him back in a box.

I can see it.

The clean maiden, the maiden on the river.

Put your hand in the middle of the field.

When I have no hope of sitting in a bunch.

The wheat went home.

Please tidy up my messy bones.

Place in a small wooden cabinet. Bring it back.

as bringing back your rich dowry.

But don't tell me.

Holding on to a log, drying clothes on the hay.

Mother. Sonnets: Crown.

The girl I love.

The maiden of the river.

The hair turned into leaves.

The arms became tree trunks.

Since you can't be my wife.

You must be my crown.

I will wear it with the great poets of the world.

Wrap my harp and quiver with your beautiful leaves.

Autumn roof, the weight of time.

Autumn is bitter and fragrant.

Make the stone bloom like a crown.

The roofs in autumn are bitter and fragrant.

A crown filled the air.

Split bay and almonds and bitter incense.

In the history of modern Chinese literature, the earliest person to engage in the creation of modern poetry (i.e., new poetry) was Hu Shih. The reason why he uses this form to create is because he wants to break the evolutionary concept and tradition of history, and he wants to make the words consistent through this form of expression, so that he can express human thoughts and thoughts more clearly.

It was created by Hu Shi Two Butterflies.

1. Xu Zhimo (January 15, 1897 - November 19, 1931) was originally known as Zhang Yu, whose name was Shima, and was renamed Shima when he studied in the United Kingdom, and was born in Haining County, Zhejiang Province. Character evaluation: A modern Chinese romantic poet, the most outstanding representative of the Crescent School, and Wen Yiduo jointly promoted the development of the Chinese New Poetry Rhythm School.

Representative works: "Farewell to Cambridge", "One Night in the Emerald Jade", "Shayanara" classic poems: The fingers that once held hands were closed alone at night.

If you forget to wake up, then I'd rather close my eyes. The world is full of chances for us to meet, but I have never been able to meet you.

Second, Feng Zhi (September 17, 1905-February 22, 1993), formerly known as Feng Chengzhi, was born in Zhuozhou City, Hebei Province. Character evaluation: China's most outstanding lyrical poet [Lu Xun], the middle-aged Chinese new poetry [Zhu Ziqing], is the most underrated poet in the history of Chinese new poetry [author] representative work:

Snake", "The Man in Green", "Night in the South" classic verses: My loneliness is a long snake, cold and speechless. We sat quietly by the lake and listened to the swallows tell us about the quiet night in the south.

The stream was full of red flowers, the sky was dyed with spring glow, my heart was burning, and I quietly walked to her window. We were prepared to appreciate the unexpected miracles, and in the long years there was a sudden comet and a strong wind.

3. Dai Wangshu (November 15, 1905-February 28, 1950) Famous Cheng, the word Chao'an, nicknamed Haishan, once used the pen name Mengou, a native of Hangzhou, Zhejiang. Character evaluation: The "leader of the poetry circle" of China's modern poetry school in the 1930s, an outstanding representative of symbolist poets, and a rare first-class poet in modern Chinese history.

Representative works: "Rain Alley", "Worries", "I ...... with a mutilated palmClassic verse: The evening clouds scatter brocade in the twilight sky, and the stream flows gold in the waning sun.

I am no longer in the garden, and my loneliness is as high as mine. I hope that she will always have the face of the person she likes, the face of the spring flower, and the heart of her first love. How many have not returned, but those who are alive have waited patiently.

Fourth, Ai Qing (March 27, 1910-May 5, 1996), formerly known as Jiang Zhenghan, the word Yangyuan, the number Haicheng, Zhejiang Jinhua. Character evaluation: One of the most representative poets of modern Chinese poetry, his aesthetic standards for the content and form of modern poetry have greatly promoted the standardization and modernization process of Chinese new poetry.

Representative works: "Dayan River - My Nanny", "Notice of Dawn", "I Love This Land" classic poems: The glorious laurels have always been made of thorns.

There is no eternal night on earth, and there is no eternal winter in the world. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because of my deep love for this land......Even if our bones rot after we die, they will become phosphorus fires and burn in the wilderness.

The following are pen names, not real names. 80s of the 20th century (II): Meng Lang, Lu Yimin, Chen Dongdong, Wan Xia, Yang Li, Zhang Zao, Li Yawei, Xichuan, Haizi, Xiaohai.

In the 90s of the 20th century (first), Shiyang, Li Yuansheng, Ma Yongbo, Zang Di, Shucai, Yisha, Yu Nu, Wu Chenjun, Gomai, Lanlan, Sang Ke, Xidu.

In the 90s of the 20th century (II), Sun Lei, Mu Duo, Kangcheng, Duoyu, Hu Xudong, Wu Ang, Fan Xiang, Liao Weitang, Shen Haobo, Lu Ye, Ma Lan, Pompey, Song Fei, Yang Xiaobin, Zhang Ping.

1.Xu Zhimo.

2.Ice Heart. 3.Ai Qing.

4.Dai Wangshu.

5.Feng Zhi. 6.Shu Ting.

7.***。

Jade Terrace, thank you, thank you for the fire escape measurement, short hair, potato strips, and people who follow the trend of superman.

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.

Relatively] good poems are readable, and some people say that these four sentences are "enough to read for a lifetime". You may have different experiences at different stages of life.

Accidental" Xu Zhimo.

By chance. I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves

You don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to rejoice

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

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!

Encounter] It is said that this was written by Xu Zhimo after he met Lin Huiyin by chance. The clouds and water are thousands of miles apart, and occasionally the clouds are projected on the center of the wave, but they disappear in an instant. Chance meeting, but parting in a hurry, isn't this life?

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.

Distance] "You" and "I" are close at hand, but far away like floating clouds; "You" and "Cloud" are as far away as the end of the world, but they are close at hand. In just 24 words, three images, "you", "me", and "cloud", are like a blank painting, giving people unlimited imagination space and making people reminisce for a long time.

Once upon a time, it was slow" Mu Xin.

I remember when I was a teenager earlier.

Everyone is sincere.

Say a word is a sentence.

Early morning train station.

The long street is dark and free of pedestrians.

A small shop selling soy milk is steaming.

The old days have slowed down.

Cars, horses, and mail are slow.

There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime.

The old lock is beautiful, too.

The keys are beautifully presented.

If you lock it, people will understand.

Accustomed to the fast-paced life, we miss and yearn for the simple slow life, no hamburgers, hot soy milk; There are no hurried pedestrians, there are neighbors who meet and greet each other. At that time, the roads were not wide, and there were not many cars, and my lover at that time was very sincere and always showed a smiling face......I miss this life.

Goddess Peak. Written by Shu Ting.

In the various handkerchiefs that are waved at you.

Whose hand was suddenly withdrawn.

Tightly covered his eyes.

When people scattered, who.

Also standing in the stern.

The dress flies like a churning cloud.

Jiang Tao. A high voice.

Whisper. Beautiful dreams leave beautiful sorrows.

Heaven on earth, passed down from generation to generation.

However, the heart.

Can it really be turned into stone?

In order to look at the heavens.

And miss countless moonlights in the world.

Along the river peaks. The torrent of golden chrysanthemum and ligustrum.

A new betrayal is being instigated.

Instead of exhibiting millennium on a cliff.

It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night.

Leading edge. Written by Xi Murong.

If a person can really be reincarnated, if there is really reincarnation in the world.

So what my love was in our previous lives.

If you were a woman who picked lotus in Jiangnan.

I will be the one you missed.

If you were a naughty boy who skipped school.

I will be the new marble that fell from your bag.

In the grass on the side of the road.

Watch you go away without knowing it.

If you were a monk facing the wall,

I will be the pillar of incense before the temple.

Burning has accompanied you for a quiet time.

Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished edges.

But he couldn't tell the difference carefully.

I can't tell you them all.