What are some modern poems that read beautifully?

Modern poetry is more beautiful.

Teach me how not to want him.

Liu Bannong: There are some slight clouds floating in the sky.

There's a breeze blowing on the ground, ah......

The breeze ruffled my hair.

Teach me how not to want him.

Moonlight is in love with the ocean.

The ocean is in love with the moonlight, ah......

It's a honey-like silver night.

Teach me how not to want him.

Falling flowers on the surface of the water flow slowly.

The fish at the bottom swim slowly, ah......

Swallow, what are you talking about.

Teach me how not to want him.

Dead trees shook in the cold wind.

Wildfires burn in the twilight Ah......

There is still some remnants in the western sky.

Teach me how not to want her.

Goodbye 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 riverside.

It 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 tree 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, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

However, I can't play songs, and quietly I am parting with the 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.

Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" and "Fireflies".

When it comes to modern poetry, I have to mention that modern poetry, that is, the originator of vernacular poetry, Hu Shi, wrote a poem "Butterfly" in 1916, although the original title was about friends, but it was related to animals. In addition, other poets are listed below:

Hu Shi, "Butterfly".

Two yellow butterflies, both flying into the sky.

I don't know why, one flew back.

The rest of the one is lonely and pitiful.

I don't have the heart to go to heaven, and heaven is too lonely.

Ji Xian (the pioneer of the term modern poetry) "The Wolf's Lonely Step".

I am the only wolf in the wilderness who lacks a sharp edge.

Not a prophet, without a sigh of half a word.

And Heng Yi's several terrible voices have been extremely long.

Shake the heaven and the earth that are empty, and make the heavens and the earth tremble like malaria;

And a cool breeze blows, sassy, sassy:

It's a pleasure.

Bai Di (an important member of the Kasa Poetry Society), "Wild Goose".

We are still alive. Still to fly.

In the boundless sky.

The horizon has long flinched us in the distance.

Alive. Keep chasing.

It felt like it was close and it was still so far away when I looked up.

The sky is still the sky that our ancestors flew in.

The vast emptiness is like an unchanging admonition.

We are still like the wings of our ancestors. Drums on the wind.

Continuing a will to fall into an endless nightmare.

In the black earth with.

Clear blue without a bottom between the sky.

The future is just a horizontal.

Tease us.

We will slowly die in the chase, die as such.

The sunset is imperceptibly cold. Still to fly.

Continue to hang in the middle of the endless end, lonely as a leaf in the wind.

And the cold clouds.

stared at us coldly.

Wood love poems Sun Dajun.

A piece of wood, wood is not just wood, a piece of wood is a person's wood, a piece of wood, it belongs to different people, there will be different ways to deal with it, don't take this wood seriously, this wood will be used as firewood, this wood as a return, this wood in addition to cooking fire has many uses.

There are also people who see this wood as a special existence, its existence is different from other wood, it has a different growth experience, it is treated differently, it has different advantages, it has different uses, people study it, the more people study it, the more they feel that it is unusual, it is the creation of heaven and earth, it has the process of treating all things, this process forms its beauty and ugliness, this process comes to you as a person, it is a waste or a treasure depends on your understanding, you can discard it, or you can keep it for a long time, If you pay more attention to it, it may become your spiritual sustenance, plants and people are life, life and life have their own common place, you see this wood may cause you to feel many feelings in life, it does not move, put it in a place for a long time, it is more loyal than the dog, it can become your old friend, it is your old friend who is one of things, the more you love it, the more you feel that it is inseparable from it, the more you feel its importance.