Modern poems for freshman high school girls, what are some poems for high school girls?

Do you know Dai Wangshu? "Dream Seeker" is very dreamy for girls, but it is also very vibrant.

Or Shu Ting, her poems are not difficult, high school students can read them, and they are not too boring.

Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao" is very good!

"Lonely" Bai He talks about Lin.

Since childhood, I have been alone.

Take care of it. The stars of the ages.

2, "Not in a Hurry".

Xia Nan. I want to be that white cloud on the horizon.

Exhaust the sunny days all day.

Only from the left. Move to the right.

3, "Far and Near" Gu Cheng. You.

Look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a moment.

I think. You look at me far away.

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

4, "Out of Chapter".

Bian Zhilin. You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery.

The people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your window.

You decorate other people's dreams.

5, "One Wish".

Sedgeland (Finland).

In this sunny world.

All I need is a bench in the Flower Pants Garden.

and cats basking in the sun.

I'm going to sit there.

With a text message in his arms.

A very short, short letter.

It's my dream.

6, "Accidental".

Xu Zhimo. You are a cloud in the sky.

Occasionally projected in the center of your wave.

You don't have to be surprised.

There is no need to rejoice.

In an instant, all traces were wiped out.

You and I meet on the sea in the dark of night.

You have yours, I have mine, direction.

It's better if you remember, it's better if you forget.

The light that shines on each other at this rendezvous.

7, "Moonlit Night of the Secret Demon Cliff".

Hu shi. When the moon is still full, it is still an empty mountain, and the night is silent;

I'm alone and the moon is pure and comes back,

How can this desolation be solved!

A burst of pine waves on Cuiwei Mountain.

Shattered the silence of the empty mountain.

The pine marks on the window paper blown by the mountain wind can't blow away the figure in my heart.

8, "It's also a microcloud".

Hu shi. It is also a micro-cloud, and it is also the moon after the micro-cloud.

I didn't see my travel companion last year, and I didn't have the mood of that day.

I don't want to arouse lovesickness, and I don't dare to go out to see the moon.

But the moon came into the window, causing me to be lovesick all night.

9, "The Day After the Rain".

Lin Huiyin. I love the day after the rain, the grass of this plain!

My heart is bottomless and follows the wind and the wind blows

Blowing away the vanilla, the fallen leaves, blowing away a wisp of clouds, like smoke-

Like smoke. 10, "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.

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 lead.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

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, "Mistake" (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. The catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window, and the letter is closed.

My Dada's hooves 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 scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their 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, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it promises, there is no place, it will not be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

9, "Choice" (Xi Murong).

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

10, "Hope" (Xi Murong fiber pulley).

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

So long a lifetime.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.

From tomorrow, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, correspond with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea, spring blossoms.

Once upon a time, there were fewer and fewer important people who mattered, and more and more important people left.

Once upon a time, think under the moon and pray for the unpredictable.

Once upon a time, a person squatted stupidly in the corner of the wall, smiling at the sky and the earth......The shy memories of youth are the chapters of youth that I can't bear to open, and the fairy tales that I once immersed in, at a certain moment, make me unable to extricate myself.

In her dreams, she is always lovely and carried away, desperate to be stupid, and perhaps there is an ugly scar in her uneasy heart.

The stream is in a hurry to flow to the ocean.

The tide is eager to return to the land.

In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers.

He waved goodbye so easily.

And twenty years later.

But our spirits return night after night.

The breeze blows by.

Then it turned into a garden full of tulips.

Let me shake you goodbye.

Gently pull out my hand again.

I know that longing has taken root since then.

Floating clouds and white sun, mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.

Let me shake you goodbye.

Gently pull out my hand again.

The Chinese New Year has come to a halt.

Tears flow into rivers in my heart.

It's such a helpless gaze.

There was not a single flower to be found next to the ferry.

Just pin the blessing on your placket.

And tomorrow. Tomorrow is the end of the world.

High school students write modern poems of youth:The poems about youth written by the students themselves, regardless of the poetry skills, as long as you read them, the vividness, truthfulness, freshness, sunshine, upwardness, loneliness, and pain of youth are incomparably exciting, and expressing the heart is the original nature of poetry. The youth poems of the first when I was a student, and when I look back at them as adults, it is a kind of pride and happiness.

1. Burn youth.

Why does time move forward, to the season of youth?

Have you ever heard that time stands still and who doesn't have dreams? Who is not different?

Let's chase it!

Non-stop. Brave flowers, no if important you have bloomed.

The hard work now can be a test for a while, just keep at it!

You're bound to see a different kind of brilliance.

2. Youth has dreams.

Youth is a dream. It's us running in the morning breeze.

Youth is wonderful.

It's the passerby under the lights.

Youth is a short-lived dance song.

Youth is a dream. It's us under the sun.

Youth is beautiful.

It's the sound of us reading aloud in class.

Youth is a hasty book.