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Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown.
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Modern poetry is free in form, rich in meaning, and focuses on the use of imagery rather than rhetoric, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry of "gentleness and generosity, sorrow but not complaint", and emphasizes more freedom and openness, straightforward statement and communication between the "sensible and the intangible". The following is a modern poem about love, please refer to it!
Ai Qing. 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 and rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land so much......
November 17, 1938.
Shu Ting. The fog wet my wings.
But the wind won't allow me to hesitate.
Shore, beloved shore.
I just said goodbye to you yesterday.
Here you are again today.
Tomorrow we will be in.
Another latitude meets.
It's a storm, a light.
Connects us.
It's another storm, another light.
Let us divide things again.
Even at the ends of the earth.
Isn't it in the morning and the sun.
You're on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
Chen Jingrong. One
Your windows open to the sun, to April'Blue sky;
Why cover it with heavy curtains, so that the spring breeze slips through like smoke?
How will I look for those lonely footprints, in front of your quiet window;
How will I find my lost sighs?
Let the starry sky of the quiet night bring you my nostalgia, and also bring you worry-free sleep;
And I, like a stranger, silently walked past your window.
2. The desert locks your window, locks my sun, and the heavy curtain cuts off the gaze;
Leave the evening breeze like an old man, and the quiet throat is on the house.
Far away, you take with you your light that shines through my shadows;
I was alone in the endless twilight.
I have restless sleeps and bitter cold midwinters;
And my window opens to the night, to the silent starry sky.
Shu Ting. A colorful wall chart that lacks lines.
A pure and unsolvable algebra.
A one-stringed piano, plucking the rosary of the eaves.
A pair of oars that can't reach the other side.
Bud waited silently.
The setting sun is generally far away.
Maybe there is a heavy ocean hidden.
But what flowed out was just two teardrops.
Oh, in the vision of the heart.
In the depths of the soul.
Nie Pei. The sky opened by birds.
All things are gathered together by its heart.
A birdcage abandoned by a bird.
Always in a slight sleep, slightly open to watch.
What the sky presents.
We are all its shadows.
The birdcage is nothing but a shadow of a shadow.
It's not about reality, it's not about sadness and pain.
Perhaps such a logic is needed-
The bird cage only needs to be locked up to destroy a bird.
The sky was shut up.
Shut up the sky and shut us up.
It goes without saying that -
There are birds to kill the unbearable time.
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It is neither tired, nor idle, it is the third hand. 2."New Snow in March" or Chong--Zhang Hunger Min Ailing Some fine snow drifted down, in order to welcome:
Yesterday is still the future, today you are here, four months of lovesickness, three months of meeting, what do you want to get? 3."Three-legged Ding" - Haizi River has three legs, and the third leg is real, Dancing with the mountains, what a distant thing, when you see dusk, do you often think of these?
These are all works related to "three" in modern poetry, including the first in the fields of life, thinking, and nature.
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Sing the "three loves" and shout for the motherland. Facing the rising sun and clothed in the glow, the bright five-star red flag rose in the high-pitched sound of the national anthem, it fluttered, floating over the vast land of 9.6 million, floating in the hearts of all Chinese, facing it, we can no longer suppress the reverence in our hearts, we are proud of it. China is the People's Republic of China, and it is a country under the leadership of the Communist Party of China with the goal of building socialism.
Every yellow** black-haired Chinese has a yellow bloodline; Every descendant of China regards the dragon as his eternal totem; Every son and daughter of China, no matter where he is, has one thing in his heart that he will never be able to let go, that is, the motherland that he will always be proud of! At this moment, a picture that transcends time and space, intertwined with history and reality, gradually emerges ......When the world was shrouded in the chaos of primitiveness and ignorance, the ancient East ignited the fire of civilization; When Europe was under the theocracy of the medieval church, China's four great inventions burst out with the spark of technology; When the world is accustomed to the seven wonders that are missing, they still have to be amazed by the terracotta warriors and horses of the ancient oriental country! The wheels of history with the sound of salutes have ushered our country into a new era!
Today, we should advocate the spirit of "great love". That is, loving the party, loving the motherland, and loving socialism. Because this is the highest level of love for human beings, the manifestation of human rationality, and the cornerstone of building a strong and harmonious motherland.
For her sake, Qian Xuesen ignored the obstruction of the United States ** and came back without hesitation; For her sake, a Chinese boy negotiated three times with the American principal to demand the Chinese flag; For her, sixteen-year-old Sang Lan unfortunately suffered a cervical fracture ......However, they did not complain. In the same way, for her sake, we must turn the concept of "loving the party, loving the motherland, and loving socialism" into the driving force for our progress, and regard loving the family, others, the collective, and even the party, the motherland, and socialism as the value orientation ...... that every middle school student should have
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