What is the best way to recite modern poetry?

It is recommended that you ask the teacher if he has written poetry. If there is a teacher, I will study yours, if not, ask the teacher to choose one, and praise the teacher after choosing

The nostalgia in the afterglow, now the topic of cross-strait is very good.

Star Variations.

Let's choose one here, and it must be right to learn from famous scholars.

Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Kangqiao". When it comes to modern poetry, the status of this poem cannot be shaken.

Zheng Chouyu's "Error", artistic conception and philosophy coexist.

Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms", since the 90s, there has been no poem that can surpass this poem.

Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" and Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" are both exceptionally beautiful, but they are just love poems.

Don't talk about love, it's suitable for junior high school students, it's okay to be patriotic, write scenes and the like.

Shu Ting's "Goddess Peak".

Smell a lot of "Death".

1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).

You, a scum hole will look at me, and a moment will look at the clouds.

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 need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea in the night, you have yours, I have buried me, 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 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 like liquid.

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.

1.By chance. Xu Zhimo.

Occasionally, I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in the heart of your waves—you need not be surprised, much less rejoice—and in an instant disappear from sight.

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!

2.The Song of the Seven Sons Weihaiwei is present.

Smell a lot. Let me guard the sea of the oldest potato qi in China, and the hills of the saints on this shore are there.

Mother, don't forget that I am a strong fighter in defending the sea, and I have a Liugong Island as my shield.

Bring me back, the time has come.

Behind my back are the remains of saints! Mother! I'm coming back, Mother.

3.A late night of memories of the modern era.

Lu Quinoa. The moonlight flowed into the threshold, and I thought it was the sun opening the door, or it was late at night.

Soon, a wind came from the north and seemed to blow the bow and cave strings of the moon.

Then I heard the sound of dawn, the banks of the river were pressed by the shadows of the mountains, and the stars flowed through the wilderness, and I felt that everything was still sleeping, and I was the one who first woke up.

4. I love this land.

Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I should 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 incomparably gentle dawn that comes from the woods.

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the dirt field.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so much.