Modern Chinese Poetry 5, Modern Poetry in China

I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you.

I looked out at the dusk.

As if looking into the future, my heart is blinded by my hearing.

Why haven't you come yet? Wish.

Flowering is allowed on every second.

I wait for your steps, your smiles, your face, your soft hair, everything that awaits you;

Hope on every second.

Dead - are you a**?

I want you, I want my heart to ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist, your hair and the flying stars in the corners of your eyes;

I fell into an intoxicated atmosphere, like an island, involuntarily in the ups and downs of the python green waves, ...... involuntarily

Oh, I desperately want to.

Your coming, longing.

That magical one.

Open to the top of time!

Why don't you come, bear with me!

You know, I know you know, you don't come from me as a fatal blow, killing the spring of my life, teaching the darkness that is as solid as iron in a mine, oppressing my mind and breathing;

Kill the poor sprout of hope, and deliver me, like a prisoner, to me.

Jealousy and sorrow, shame of life.

with the cruelty of despair.

Maybe it's idiot. Maybe it's stupid.

I believe I am indeed a fool;

But I can't turn a rudder that is already oriented, and the wind in all directions will not allow me to hesitate

I can't turn back, fate drives me!

I also know that this is mostly the direction.

The road to destruction, but.

For you, for you, I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion, but also my only reason.

Silly! I want to shatter the fibers of a life.

To touch a woman's heart!

What you want to win, what you can win, at most.

A tear of hers, an indifferent sneer of hers;

But I'm willing, even though.

The news of my powder came to me.

A boulder, she saw me.

A rat in a crypt, a worm, I'm still willing!

Foolishness is true, it is unconditional, and God cannot call one back.

The obsessed heart is like a general.

Sometimes soldiers who have been on the dead line are brought back.

In vain, everything is in vain, and your non-coming is undeniable reality, though my heart burns with a fierce fire, hungry for all your things, your hair, your laughter, your hands and feet;

Any delusions and prayers.

It can't be shortened by a small inch.

The distance between you and me!

It's already dusk outside.

The darkness of the night, the snow and ice hanging on the branches, the birds and finches have their chirping, and silence is the universe that wears filial piety in unison.

The needles on the clock kept comparing each other.

Subtle gestures, like pointing, like sympathy, like mockery, every time I get to the point of impressing, I sound it.

of my own heart.

The death knell buried alive.

Modern Chinese poetry can be traced back to the early 20th century, and with the modernization of Chinese culture, poetry has gradually developed in the direction of modernization. Here are a few poets of modern poetry:

1.Shu Ting: One of the modern Chinese female poets, her representative works include "I Love This Land" and "Tales of a Small Town".

2.Bei Dao: A famous contemporary Chinese poet, whose representative works include "Ode to the Yellow River" and "Mudslide - Hebei Province".

3.Ma Zhiyuan: A well-known Chinese poet and poetry critic, his representative works include "Tianjingsha - Autumn Thoughts", "Poppy Beauty - Listening to the Rain" and so on.

4.Xu Zhimo: A modern Chinese poet, his representative works include "Farewell to Kangqiao" and "Lime Yin".

5.Xia Zhiqing: A modern Chinese poet, essayist, and literary theorist, whose representative works include "To the Inscription", "Song of Long Hatred: Autumn Linchang Wind and Rain", etc.

The works of these poets have different styles, from traditional poetry to modern poetry, with diverse forms and profound ideas, which have had a profound impact on modern literature.

The three most classic modern Chinese poems are "Farewell to Kangqiao", "Dead Water", and "Praise".

1. The poem "Farewell to Kangqiao" is a typical expression of Xu Zhimo's poetry style. The poem records the poet's emotional experience of returning to England in the autumn of 1928 and bidding farewell to Cambridge, expressing a kind of parting with a touch of sorrow.

2. The author of "Praise" is a poet of the Jiuye School and a famous translator in China. The whole poem is long, rich in content, and rich in imagery, which brings many difficulties to understanding. The whole poem mainly focuses on the long history of the nation, the bloody difficult era, and the people's suffering and hopeful life struggle, and the lamentation-like artistic style reflects its connotation.

3, "Dead Water" is a poem written by the modern poet Wen Yiduo, who went to study in the United States in 1922, and he could not bear the discrimination he suffered as a Chinese and wrote many patriotic poems.

In 1926, he returned from the United States with Lu Ying's desire and expectation for the motherland, but he was extremely disappointed by the dark reality of the people's poor life under the rule of the Beiyang warlords. It is this love and expectation, cooled by reality, that lays the emotional foundation of this poem.

Other modern poems:

"Broken Chapter" is a modern poem written by the modern poet Bian Zhilin. Through the perception of the momentary landscape, the poet touches on the philosophical proposition of relativity.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and relative to the people upstairs, you on the bridge are the scenery in their eyes, they are looking at you upstairs; The bright moon decorates your window, and relative to the person who dreamed of you, you decorate their dreams like the bright moon outside the window.

1, "Rain Alley".

Dai Wangshu. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A grudge girl.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silently.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by. Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the decaying fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

2, "If".

Xi Murong. The four seasons can be arranged in an extremely bleak manner.

If the sun wills.

Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.

If love willing.

I can never be seen again.

If you want.

Except for the thoughts of you.

My dear friend, I have nothing left.

However if you want.

I will immediately wither and wither my thoughts.

If you will, I will.

Dig up every seed.

Cut every river.

Let the barrenness dry up and extend to infinity.

In this life, in this life, I will never think of you again.

Except, except in some.

Wet from tears in the night if.

If you want.

3, "Love Life".

Wang Guozhen. I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

Write modern hunger poems in China.

—Read Li Hao's "Writing China".

I buried my head in my chest and curled up in a ball, and at this moment my heart was not at peace.

In this great era, I, like countless people, have been constantly observing this great era with the eyes of my heart, and constantly want to use the pen in my hand to record this great era in the most authentic and simple words.

But I would like to say that my words are just an expression of my personal thoughts and feelings.

It's like the hero of the revolution that can only be seen on television. The reason why he is a hero is because what he did and the qualities he showed at that time were not possessed by ordinary people.

When he appeared on TV, I felt a heartfelt admiration for his noble qualities and noble personality from the depths of my soul.

Very short modern poems include Gu Cheng's "Far and Near", Xu Zhimo's "Accidental", Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter", Haizi's "Night", Sanmao's "Far Away" and so on.

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 in the heart of your wave by chance, you don't need to be surprised, and you don't need to be happy, and the trace is wiped out in an instant. You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

3, "On the Way Home".

In November, the snow is high in the clouds, and the wind grazes very low. A crow stretches its neck and whines on the cold branches Among the fallen leaves, the sound is hot The desire to return home is a wisp of cooking smoke rising from the cracks in the green tiles It is a high tower crane, and The view from the scaffold is the cigarette butt that falls at the root of the wall and is extinguished The clouds that float with the wind Drifting from the north and drifting away from the south Sweat-stained flower covers and woven bags, containing bitter little joy and little sorrow In the station square Tangled, pacing back and forth The snow fell in the north, and I saw A sister wearing blue flowers, the snow that fell from the burning of a cut of red double happiness began to get old All faded in, the twilight of winter Heh, Is the candlelight in my Jane's cabin still warm at the moment? Are you still swaying away from the dreams of people?

The moon is very thin, the hometown of the skinny, hooked by the thin crescent moon Hanging on the bright and shining hollow of the heart, it does not speak of the pain of passing and does not give away the excitement. The silent skeleton carried stones and some shards of glass on the way home in the belly of the first snow, warming with foot sounds.

1. "Broken Chapter" is Sun Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

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

2. "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.

3. "Worries" Dai Wangshu.

It is said that it is the sorrow of the lonely autumn, and it is said that it is the acacia of the vast sea;

If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.

I don't dare to name you :

If someone asks me about my worries, I say that it is the lovesickness of the distant sea, and that it is the sorrow of the lonely autumn.

Fourth, "Ability" Lu Qian.

I remember when I was young, I loved to talk and you loved to laugh.

Once sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was in the woodtops, and the birds were calling.

We don't know how sleepy we are, how many flowers fall in our dreams.