What is the most touching modern poem for you?

From tomorrow, be a happy person, feed 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".

This poem must be familiar to everyone, it is Haizi wrote "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" two months before he committed suicide. In contemporary society, we all want to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city and choose a pure land to cultivate ourselves, and the simple and comfortable life described in the poem is exactly what we want.

Every time I read this poem, I have mixed feelings, sad about the poet's loneliness, and longing for the beautiful picture in the poem. In today's busy world, putting down the work in hand and reading this poem may be able to obtain a moment of peace of mind. If I have the opportunity, I would like to go to the beach once, even if it is not the season of spring flowers, but I may still find the mood of spring flowers.

A Thousand and One Mirrors by Emran Saloshi

At that time, I was thinking about a girl from afar, and I almost cried when I saw this poem for the first time.

The more I fled.

But the closer they get to you.

The more I turned my back on my face.

but the more they see you.

I am an island.

In the water of lovesickness.

From every direction. Cut off me from you.

A thousand and one mirrors.

Reflecting your face.

I'll start with you.

I'll end up with you.

This modern poem is "A Thousand and One Mirrors" by Emran Salohi, when I broke up with my ex not long ago, I remembered the bits and pieces of the relationship, my heart was very sad, I missed him very much, and I almost cried when I saw this poem for the first time.

Verse 1: Moved**Let me be moved, my heart is easy to move, a little bit of heart language makes me moved, my heart has a little bit of a heart, a little note makes me moved, every note has affection, every note has an intention, ** The rhythm of ** moves me, the rhythm of the cycle drives my infinite heartbeat, and the heartbeat of a little bit drives my infinite touch!

Verse 2: The legend continuesLike a familiar figure in the dark.

I vaguely heard it again.

Familiar sounds.

Light a fire in the dark.

On an ancient terracotta pipe.

But you keep asking.

Is it worth it.

Of course, the fire will be extinguished in the wind.

Mountains will also collapse at dawn.

Melt into the river of funeral night.

The bitter fruit of love. will fall when ripe.

Here and now. As long as there is a sunset to crown us.

Everything that comes with it.

And what is it?

That long night.

Tossing and turning and silent moments ......

Verse 3: FerryLet me shake you goodbye.

Gently pull out my hand again.

I know that longing has taken root since then.

Floating clouds and white days. The mountains and rivers are solemn and gentle.

Let me shake you goodbye.

Gently pull out my hand again.

The years have come to a halt.

Tears flow into rivers in my heart.

It's so helpless'Stare.

Can't find it at the ferry.

A flower that can be given to each other.

Just pin the blessing on your placket.

And tomorrow. Tomorrow is the end of the world.

Verse 4: Moved by your touchYour crying voice always lingers in the teacher's ears.

You are so HC.

You are so emotional.

You can read the teacher's "Persistence".

How are you so smart.

The teacher's dedication to his career.

It also makes sense.

But you have been moved by the truth about it.

It's really worth the teacher's years of hard work.

It's an honor to have such a sensible student as you.

Teachers are happy every day.

Happy your happiness.

You are simply the life of a teacher.

Cry with you and laugh with you.

Learn together and exercise together.

In the cold winter, it is like bathing in the spring breeze.

Touched by your touch.

I will always work hard in the flowers.

For my love.

I'll keep my blood boiling for a long time.

Verse 5: MotherMother, tears have welled up before you open your mouth, Mother, I heard your child's name, Mother, I saw your frost-dyed white hair, Mother, I know that you have waited for a full twenty Qingming.

The mother was poor and wore an old headscarf.

My mother is very poor, but my mother's love is hard to find.

My mother was very poor, and she was still wearing plain old clothes, and my mother was very poor, and she had no sacrifices but to meet thousands of miles.

Twenty years, day and night lovesickness as a companion, twenty years, spring and autumn tears wash the sky.

Twenty years, thousands of rivers and mountains have been hindered layer by layer, and for twenty years, the words of the heart are buried in the heart.

Mother, let your son smooth the wrinkles on your face, Mother, let her child wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes.

Mother, is a son who is not filial, and it is difficult to be loyal and filial since ancient times.

You know, unfilial piety is a hero on the front line of Laoshan, and you know that sacrificing one's life for the country is loyalty to the motherland.

Let us sing and dance around the bonfire and sing the song of peace until dawn.

I don't know if you have such a person around you.

She is not your relative, but she is more than a relative.

She and you are like best friends.

But it's far better than friends.

I have such a person by my side.

Friend's care, loved one's. Cherish.

It all seemed like she gave it to me.

She kept an eye on me all the time.

I'm happy, she'll look at me from afar and smile.

I was sad and weeping, and she would come and comfort me.

When I was timid, she would encourage me.

She smiled happily when I got a small result.

Tears flowed down my eyes when I laughed.

Since Mom and Dad left nineteen years ago.

There is no longer a person in this world.

There is no one who is so sincere.

For my little progress.

So happy to laugh.

She's excited like a child on the other end.

I'm in tears on this end.

These tears. It is a tear that touches me.

My heart. It's been a long time, it's been a long time.

Not so impressed.

These tears. It's tears of happiness.

Although there is no love from Mom and Dad.

But there has always been one in this world.

There is a selfless person who loves me and cares about me.

Always by my side to watch over me.

She wanted to see me improve.

Hope to see me succeed.

She is the angel God has given me.

Thank you --

My angel.

May the wind not howl like it does tonight.

May the night not be as far away as tonight.

May your trip not be so dangerous.

May danger not swallow up your courage.

May the cliff tree shake his arm for me.

May the stars show you more for me.

May every triangular plum be given to you.

May your footsteps not be entangled by the tears of your hometown.

May you not abandon your softness in exchange for brutality.

May you not be a child who is in love with a sword that cannot wield a will.

May you still love deeply and love single-mindedly.

May your hatred not be stamped by love.

The night is hidden in your figure, like a grave, and like a cradle.

The wind covers your footprints like a mourning and a trumpet.

My heart was torn in half.

Half worried about you, half proud of you.

Short answer: It's hard to choose, and I like the good ones. If you have to choose one, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter" should be.

Other masterpieces include Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao", "Accidental", "The Happiness of Snowflakes", Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley", Mu Dan's "Eight Poems", Lin Huiyin's "You Are the April Day in the World", Ai Qing's "I Love This Land" is high, Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Hardship Destroys Warm Flowers", Gu Cheng's "Generation", Xi Murong's "Homesickness", Yu Guangzhong's "Looking for Li Bai" and so on.

Expansion: Out of context.

Bian Zhilin. You stand on the bridge and are ready to look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

When I heard this song "Flowers Surrounded by the Scorching Sun", I thought of many things. So I wrote this poem and shared it with everyone.

Towards the sea of poems and flowers.

The Recluse. Hear "My heart is a flower that surrounds the scorching sun".

I cried. My tears are like the "Fairy Waterfall" in the Qinling Mountains.

It flows down with the wind.

Blow the hem of my lover's skirt over and over again.

My soul is like a fish in a pool.

Washed over and over again by a waterfall.

On this hot summer day.

It can never be more transparent than it is now.

And my son, he will forget this moment forever.

The moment was so beautiful.

But he's only 8 months old

He doesn't care what beauty is.

I'm waiting for him to grow up.

And the whole world is waiting for me to write a poem.

And the good poems are all silent in the old **.

Don't love me anymore, darling.

Don't care about me anymore, friends.

Don't grieve for me anymore, strangers talk slowly.

What reason do I have to say "no" to the world?

No, I can't say.

My heart is also surrounded by the scorching sun.

I'll drag the whole land.

Towards the sea of poems and flowers.

Let all the painful memories become the colorful clouds on the edge of Tianjin Zen.

Did you see that? Come and see!

I'm really running out of time.

Independent scholar, writer, artist poetry of the recluse.