Would you recommend a little bit of modern poetry? Do you have any good modern poetry recommendation

Wang wei. When the fruit fell, he was still in the mountains.

Picking medicine, slightly bitter breath. Sucked in the clouds in the middle of the mountain.

And the aging torso, oh-

The clouds are deep, the sky is deep, and the people are deep.

Half a lifetime of pen and ink, a dry well.

There lurked a gloomy bird, not a hermit, and nowhere to be found. He and a deep mountain.

Tested each other's heat.

Oh, those sunsets deposed, those twilight.

Fell into the pastoral of coughing.

Those free immortals turned into white bones.

The birds, all became silent.

Those lights walk long on the earth.

Someday, they will return to your weary heart with you.

<>1, "Spring Water" Author: Bing Xin. Spring! It's been another year, and it's still blowing slightly. Can I take another picture? Chunshui thanked me gently and said, "My friend! I've never left a shadow, and not only for you. ”

In the eight words, I think of Jiang Bo, think of the sunset, and think of the figure of the independent ante. Here is only the dreary rain, only the yellow dust, only the quiet sky outside the window. My friend!

Who says life is like duckweed? Stay? It's been another 10 years!

August 19, 1922.

In the vastness, leaning on the high railing, I only heard the waves that hit the side of the boat. How melancholy my heart is—nothing! The mother in the dream came to comfort me when I was sick, and I warmed the words of love - I woke up several times, and the medicine cup was not in my hand.

The sea breeze is pressing, the light is still there, how melancholy my heart is—nothing! Follow the railing to ,—— laughter in the crowd, but can't hide the sorrow in the silence!

I am in the bosom of the sea, where is my mother? "The sky is high, the sea is deep, the moon is clear, people are quiet, and in the empty universe, how melancholy my heart is—nothing!

Once upon a time" is a poem composed by Mr. Mu Xin, which was included in "The Skylark Called All Day".

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.

Primary Colors" Shu Ting.

Back to that river.

Yellow river.

Straighten it. Drain it.

Let it linger in your body for a while.

Quarter by section.

And then. Blow it up and go.

Golden forehead beads.

From East to West.

Draw an arc chain and bury the blue.

Flame and phosphorescent paths.

It is longed for by many people.

There is only a moment of brilliance.

Pain but a long life.

Who can fly in the sky forever.

Who can be like a lion?

Through a series of years.

Every day is a ring of fire.

Thousands of arms are facing the magnificent sea.

Salvage the sunken moon liquid calendar.

And from the completely black soil.

Tinder. It is quietly blooming.

You can. Conquer the skies once again.

But. It remains to get back to the feet of the people.

The last summer day.

Guangzi. Disappoint.

All condemnation is inevitable.

Because of turning over, I lived up to my dreams.

I failed you.

The young man who raised me.

I failed to do so. Youth, love, fate and frustration.

If you live up to it, you will die too.

I failed what one person can live up to.

As the sum of the disappointments.

I also failed me.

A lifetime is a moment of disappointment.

As long as you have failed it, you will live up to it for life.

Tonight, I see.

I saw the scars on Mingyue's body.

The power of shadows and the beauty of shading.

The stars still shine in the dim night sky.

I saw what happened 10,000 years ago.

Something that happened tonight, 10,000 years from now.

It will also happen tonight. I saw the dead branches moving.

The light of the snow on the summit. I see.

The face of an angel and the cheeks of a little daughter.

They look exactly the same. I see.

Secrets of the eternal night, sweet dreams and nightmares.

None of them have crossed the dawn half a step.

I see the past and the future, the old and the new.

I see joy and sorrow, love and hate.

Running between light and darkness.

Tonight, I saw the tired light of the moon.

and the endless sky behind the moonlight.

It is so complete, not perfect.

20 modern poems:

1.Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom (Haizi).

2.Generation (Gu Cheng).

3.To the Oak Tree (Shu Ting).

4.Nostalgia (in the afterglow).

5.I love this land (Ai Qing).

6.The answer is blowing in the wind (Bob Dylan).

7.Snow (Kaneko Mirei).

8.When you're old (Yeats).

9.A flowering tree (Xi Murong).

10.Mother (Bing Xin).

11.You are the April day of the world (Lin Huiyin).

12.Farewell Kangqiao (Xu Zhimo).

13.A Time Gone (Pence).

14.As if (Tagore).

15.Foreshadowing of naivety (excerpt) (Blake).

16.Creaking Door (Amihai).

17.To Nature (Hölderlin).

18.The stars hang high in the sky (Heine).

19.Star (Sodergrand).

20.River (Tanigawa Shuntaro).

Lantern Festival" dragon lantern dance, stepping on stilts.

Children carry small lanterns.

Laugh and go to make a Lantern Festival.

Salute cleared his throat and sang.

Fireworks clap in the sky.

The kitchen at the head of the house was busy.

Mom wraps the blessing into the dumplings.

1. When the weather is fine, it's time to go for a walk in the garden, those playful dewdrops, so that the cherry blossoms will definitely bring you unexpected surprises. The small flowers of the past have shown a beautiful smile.

Quietly fly to the side of the road, look here, look at Heng search there. And then slowly fly! I don't know if it will work for you, but I'll write another poem.

Spring flowers bloom, swallows return, and grass emerges. As far as the eye can see, the earth is green. When the night comes, the garden is full of flowers, and the spring is so beautiful!

2. Time, go slower. Time, go slower. My childhood wish has not yet been fulfilled. Time, go slower. In the cartoon that makes me nostalgic, childhood. Time, go slower. Let me feel a happy childhood and let me realize my childhood wishes.

Modern poetry is a little shorter.

1, "Far and Near".

Gu cheng. You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

2, "Accidental".

Xu Zhimo. I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't have to be surprised, and no sailor has to rejoice, and in an instant you have disappeared from all traces.

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!

3. "Error".

Zheng Chouyu. I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

The horse's hooves of my round sedan Ludada are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "Alley".

Gu cheng. Alley.

It's curved and long. There are no doors.

There are no windows. I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5. "Weight".

Han Han. She put the bloody head on the balance of life, so that all the survivors were lost.

Weight. 6, "Arc".

Gu cheng. Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Feeling".

The sky is gray.

The road is gray.

The building is gray.

The rain is gray.

In a dead ash.

Walk past two orange with children.

A bright red. A pale green.