What is the saddest and most beautiful modern poem???? Recommend a few songs

Parting thoughts. a).

Before, going out.

It's a family ride together.

Later, a long journey.

It was my sister who sent me on my way.

Now, dreaming.

It was you who accompanied me to the station.

2) The year before last, the New Year.

I went home to see my grandfather.

Grandpa sent me away.

Last year, the Chinese New Year.

Grandpa waited for me to come home.

I sent my grandfather away.

This year, the Chinese New Year.

Let's go home together.

Grandpa hung on the wall.

Don't Kangqiao, or Haizi.

The top modern poems are as follows:1, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

From the shouter sedan chair 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 spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate 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 and bloom in spring.

2, "Farewell Kangqiao" Xu Zhimo.

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 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.

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

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

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

3, "You Are the April Day of the World" Lin Huiyin.

I said, Thou art the April day of the earth;

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

Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing in the dusk, and the stars are there.

Inadvertently flashed, drizzling rain fell in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, Xianyan.

You wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are.

Innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

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

The first bud of green, you are; Tender and joyful, the water floats in your dream of looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow.

Whispering between the beams,—— You are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

Basic characteristics of modern poetry:

Compared with the ancient poems of Zheng Xian, although they are all made for the feeling of things, they are all reflections of the soul, but they completely break through the characteristics of ancient poems of "gentleness and generosity, sorrow but not complaint", and emphasize more freedom and openness, straightforward statements and communication between the "sensible and the intangible".

The mainstream of modern poetry is free-form new poetry. The new free-form poems use the vernacular in form, breaking the shackles of the old style poems, and the content mainly reflects the new life and expresses new ideas.

1, "If" - Xi Murong.

2, "Love" - Ye Ting Wang.

3, "Far and Near" - Gu Cheng.

4, "Broken Chapter" - Bian Zhilin.

5, "Solitary Words" - Qin Zihao.

6, "Generation" - Gu Cheng.

7, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" - Haizi.

8, "Homesickness" - in the afterglow.

9, "Rain Alley" - Dai Wangshu.

10, "Farewell Kangqiao" - Xu Zhimo.

Daylight forgotten when I was young.

You use black and white film on the mottled bridgehead.

When I took a picture, my smile was like a flower.

Messy blades of grass in the background comb the West River.

Butterflies fly by in July.

Old wooden boat with captain.

Still returning in the light.

I haven't forgotten that sad legend.

The legend written in the poem.

On a summer night fumigated with wormwood.

The moonlight in front of the chanting bed is as cool as water.

The soft gauze tent is a faint smell of the skin.

I heard the warm wind falling on the beams.

In the dream, the woman's tears were flying.

I still remember that subtle red tide.

The shadow of the withered yellow flower.

The memories of years ago are swaying to the dust.

overflowed when they met each other for the first time.

And I'm stuck with it now.

Are you still standing in the beginning.

I didn't know how to break into the border.

In the season of fireworks.

With my breath through the palm of your hand.

Write a letter of affection.

Send it to the old age.

Find the direction of the first leaf for you.

Pick the last glimmer of light for you.

Wait for you, listen to me talk about the most primitive earth!

"Part-time Job" (Wu Chuankun).

When he was young, he was diligent and complained.

Being with people is precious, and happiness grows.

All endings have been written.

All the tears have also been set off.

But suddenly I forgot what kind of beginning.

On that old summer day that never returns.

No matter how hard I try to pursue it.

The young you are only like a cloud shadow.

And your smiling face is very shallow, very shallow.

Gradually disappearing into the group of Lan after sunset.

Then he turned the yellowed title page.

Fate bound it extremely poorly.

With tears in my eyes, I read and read again.

But I have to admit it.

Youth is a book that is too hasty.

Youth II. On the night of forty-five.

Suddenly remembered her young eyes.

Remembering that summer day when she was sixteen.

Walk slowly towards him from the hillside.

The sun is dazzling outside the forest.

And her dress is so white.

Remember the hills full of tea trees.

The sky is full of floating clouds.

And the sound of cicadas in my ears.

In the silent silent forest.