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The first song, Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Kangqiao":

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow crumpled in the sky among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight.

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

The Graveside Lamentation by the English poet Gray (1812-1898):

He gave all that he had, a tear, and he got everything he asked for from above, a friend.

Immortal sentences from the Selected Works of the American poet and essayist Emerson:

If my boat sinks, it goes to another sea.

The modern Chinese poet Dai Wangshu (1905-1950) described young people as thinking they were getting old

Honestly, I'm a young old man anymore :

For the autumn grass and autumn wind is too young, but for the spring moon and autumn flowers, it is too old.

The Greek poet Elytis (b. 1911) wrote a poem with solemnity, solemnity and greatness: "To love and dream is to commit bigamy." "My God, how much blue paint did you spend to keep us from seeing you!

In the land of my language, sorrow is called a luminous body. "Humanity leans toward God like a shark is attracted to blood. "A sea that constitutes a mistake cannot exist.

Another example: it is so long, like the waves that crash on the shore to polish a pebble, or the coldness of the sky at dawn to appear, the modern French poet Éluard (1895-1952) "The Drowning":

The stones were bouncing on the surface of the water, and light smoke could not penetrate the water.

The water is like no one can hurt.

A**. but he who accepts men and fishes.

Caress. The fish that was caught struggled to hit the water, making a bowstring-like sound, it was going to die, and it couldn't anymore.

Swallow the air and sunlight of this world.

And people also sink to the bottom.

For the fish. Or for the soft, but always tightly closed water.

The appearance of that hard lonely purple fig.

A selection of modern poetry.

Ten of the best modern poems to read.

Beautiful modern poems: "You are the April Day in the World", "Farewell to Cambridge", "Mistake", etc.

You are the April day on earth

Lin Huiyin. I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides;

The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing at dusk, the stars shining unintentionally, and the drizzle falling in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful you are, you wear the crown of fresh flowers and flowers, you are innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like;

The green of the new acorn budding, you are;

Soft and joyful, the water floats in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, the swallow murmuring between the beams,—— you are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

Farewell Cambridge

Xu Zhimo. Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a farewell to the clouds that closed the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight. Beware of cracking.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight.

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

Wrong

Zheng Chouyu. I hit the south of the Yangtze River and walked through, the face in the season is like the blooming and falling of the lotus, the east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a small lonely city, just like the bluestone street to the evening, the sound is not sound, the spring curtain in March is not lifted, your heart is a small window tightly covered, my Dada's horse's hooves are beautiful mistakes, I am not a returner, I am a passerby.

The beautiful poems of modern poetry infiltrate the forest as follows:

1, "Paper Boat".

Every day, I put the paper boats one by one in the rapids stream.

I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived in big black letters on a paper boat.

I hope that people who live in other places will get this paper boat and know who I am.

I carried the long showflowers in the garden on my boat, hoping that the dawn flowers would be brought to shore peacefully at night.

I threw my paper boat into the water, looked up at the sky, and saw small clouds with white sails full of wind.

I don't know what of my companions in heaven have lowered these boats to race with my boats!

When the night came, my face buried in my arms, and I dreamed that my ship was slowly floating in the starlight of the night.

The sleeping fairy sits in a boat with a basket full of dreams.

Appreciation: The whole poem creates an image of an innocent child for us, expressing the author's consistent focus on the themes of love and beauty. This innocent expression of the heart of a child can awaken the warmth in the reader's heart.

An image throughout the poem is a paper boat, which begins with the paper boat and ends with seeing the paper boat in a dream, and the scene and association when the paper boat is released in the middle. The paper boat here is not only a small sustenance for the little protagonist, but also a metaphor for the medium to the outside world and the future.

2, "When You're Old".

When you are old, your head is white, you are sleepy, and you are napping by the fire, please take down this poem and read it slowly, remembering the softness of your eyes in the past, and the heavy shadows of their past;

How many people love the joyful hours of thy youth, the beauty of thy bushes, false or true, and only one of them loves thy pilgrim's soul, and the bitter wrinkles of thy aged face;

Hanging its head, beside the red-glowing stove, it whispered sadly about the passing of love, and on the hill above it paced slowly, hiding its face in the midst of a group of stars.

Appreciation: The whole poem is in the second person, but we can still feel the poet's presence. In the section.

In the first and second stanzas, the poet's tone is calm and restrained, as if he is an old friend, standing in front of the "old" "you", asking "you" to take out the poem and quietly reveal a secret.

3, "Freedom and Love".

Life is precious, but love is even more valuable.

If it is free, both can be thrown.

Appreciation: Four small poems, expressing the poet's otherworldly thinking about life, love, and freedom, also shows the poet's self-positive and resolute pursuit, after the first reading, we will deeply experience the highest meaning of life. The whole poem is straightforward, clear and beautiful, and every sentence is dry, so it can be widely circulated in countries around the world and has not faded to this day.

There are times in our lives when there are poems, and poems are meant to be appreciated and recited. So what are the selected classic modern poems? The following is a selection of classic modern poems that I recommend to you for your reference.

Dai Wangshu held an oil-paper umbrella and was alone.

It's long, long.

Lonely rain alley.

I hope it will be.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of lilacs.

Lilac-like fragrance.

Lilac-like sorrow.

Wailing in the rain.

Complaining and hesitating.

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me. Like me.

Walking silently. Cold, bleak, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by like a dream.

It's as miserable and confused as a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A sprig of lilac ground.

This girl floated past me.

She was silently far away, far away.

to the crumbling fence.

Walk through this rainy alley.

In the lament of the rain.

Faded her color.

Scattered her fragrance.

dissipated, even hers.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Lonely rain alley.

I want to float by.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

How did Xi Murong let you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

I have been praying for this before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

Smell a lot of this is a desperate backwater, the breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to have more broken copper and iron, and splash your leftovers.

Maybe the copper one should be green into jade, and the tin can will be embroidered with a few peach blossoms.

Let the greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi, and the mold will steam him out of the clouds.

Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like white foam;

The laughter of the small beads turned into big beads, and they were bitten by the flower mosquitoes who stole the wine.

Then a ditch of desperate backwater can be crossed a little clearly.

If the frog can't bear the loneliness, it is considered a stagnant water and cries out.

This is a desperate backwater, this is not the place of beauty, it is better to let the ugly to reclaim it, and see what kind of world he creates.