Fast paced modern poems, three short modern poems?

Jasmine: A trench coat at dusk.

Cover the sky.

Pure white jasmine.

Blooming under the boundless black.

Fame and fortune in the world.

All sublimated in silence.

Hints of white florals.

Wrap around me.

Guide me in the right direction.

Even if you encounter a ghostly ghost.

I'm not going to panic.

Through the haze and fog.

Break free from loneliness.

Twinkle fireflies.

Hung in the treetops.

Mystical light.

Guarding me in the right direction.

There are dusty dreams blowing between heaven and earth.

Spanning millennia.

Chase the innocence and frivolity of youth.

Even if you lose all your strength.

I will also choose to be strong.

Look for sincerity and strength.

In the midst of a raging storm.

Never despair.

Pure white jasmine.

Accompany me to the end of the cape.

Looking for the flowers of my happiness.

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, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window tightly closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......

It's short, but I like it and recommend it to you.

2eve s is simply misguided, and Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake" can also be fast-paced? It's obviously a mournful work!

1.lifeNet (a one-word poem of the North Island).

NightHaizi I have suffered three times: wandering, love, and survival.

I have three kinds of happiness: poetry, the throne, and the sun.

BuntingWang Zengqi's bunting in the wind.

It's a bound wave.

"Far and Near" Gu Cheng.

You'll look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a while. I feel like you're looking at me far away.

It's very close when you look at the clouds.

A Generation" Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light.

Broken Chapter" 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.

1, "Far and Near".

Gu Cheng, you, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while. I think it's very far away when you look at me, and it's very recent when you look at the clouds.

2, "Accidental".

Xu Zhimo Quan. I am a cloud in the sky, and you don't need to be surprised or rejoice when it is accidentally projected in your heart, and you don't need to rejoice that it has disappeared in an instant. 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!

3. "Error".

Zheng Chou gave me to fight Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming and falling of the lotus, the east wind does not come, the catkins in March do not fly, your heart is like a small lonely city, just like the bluestone street, the sound of the evening is not sound, the spring curtain in March does not reveal your heart, it is a small window, tightly cover my Dada's horseshoe, it is a beautiful mistake, I am not a returner, I am a passerby.

4, "Alley".

Gucheng alley. It was long and curved, with no doors or windows, and I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall.

5. "Weight".

Han Han put her bloody head on the balance of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight.

6, "Arc".

Gu Cheng's birds are in the wind.

Quickly turning to the boy to pick up a penny, the vine's tentacle stretched by fantasy, and the back of the waves rising as they retreated.

7, "Feeling".

The sky is gray.

The road was gray, the building was gray, the rain was gray, and two children walked through a blank of dead ash, one bright red and the other pale green.

1."Dreams and Poems".

Hyundai Hu Shih.

It's all ordinary experience, it's all ordinary images, and they come to dreams by chance, and how many novel tricks are conjured!

It's all ordinary emotions, it's all ordinary words, and when I meet a poet by chance, how many novel verses are conjured!

Only when you are drunk do you know that the wine is strong, and only when you love do you know that it is heavy; ——

You can't be my poems, just as I can't be your dreams.

Analysis: Thinking about the day, dreaming at night, and the poet always thinks that he can see farther than others, so he conjures up many novel verses. Dreams and poetry are relatively independent concepts, and perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, they cannot find any connection, but in the eyes of the author, poetry and dreaming are interconnected:

I make my poems, you make your dreams, and only by devoting yourself to them can you experience the fun.

2."One Generation".

Hyundai Gucheng.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light.

Analysis: It expresses the voice of a generation, and also entrusts the ideals and aspirations of a generation - the tenacious desire and persistent pursuit of "light" after the "dark night".

3."Homesickness".

Hyundai Xi Murong.

The song of the hometown is a clear flute.

It always rings on a moonlit night.

The face of his hometown is a vague longing.

It's like waving goodbye in the fog.

Homesickness after parting is a tree without annual rings.

Never grow old. Analysis: This poem writes the ballad of the hometown, the scenery of the hometown, the annual rings of the ancient trees, the author starts from the thick and familiar hometown, and then continues to write the nostalgia from the familiar and vague scenery of the hometown, and finally turns the image of the endless nostalgia from the heart into the annual rings of the big tree, and the eternal homesickness is thus expressed through the image of the scenery.

4."Broken Chapter".

Hyundai 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.

Analysis: This poem is subtle, but the language is extremely simple and plain. In words that everyone can understand, he writes the philosophy and life wisdom that everyone can understand but cannot exhaust, which reflects the poet's aesthetic attitude and pursuit of deliberate work.

5."Far and Near".

Hyundai Gucheng.

You'll look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a while. I feel like you're looking at me far away.

It's very close when you look at the clouds.

Analysis: Although "Far and Near" is only six short sentences, it contains a rich connotation of historical reflection. "Far", "Near":

It is the concept of physical distance, which is objectively existing and has a scientific measure. However, the psychological distance generated by emotion is different, "far" can become "near", and "near" can become "far".

The transformation of the psychological distance between "you", "me" and "cloud" in the poem tortuously reflects the estrangement and vigilance between people, as well as the poet's yearning and pursuit of harmonious and harmonious ideal interpersonal relationships.

Specifically, there are four: First, there is ambiguity, which has both superficial and deep meanings. Mainly symbolic. Such as pine, plum, snow and bamboo, the Great Wall, lilies, etc. Traditional symbolism is too rational and forms a rigid routine of nuclear bends. There are also hints, puns, tactfuls, etc.

The second is jumping, which surpasses any stylistic language. Because of the rapid activity of the manifestation mind. Do not have any prepositions, conjunctions, etc.

Such as:"The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge"。It can also be logically confusing and arbitrarily staggered. Such as time and space interlaced.

For example, in "Love in the Back", the poet falls in love with an ancient beauty.

The third is perceptibility, which must have a sense of color, three-dimensionality and concreteness (turning abstraction into concreteness). There are paintings in the poem.

Fourth, there is both internal sexuality, that is, the rhythm of emotions, and externality, that is, the looping of sound (rhyme, rhythm and tone). It serves as a kind of thrift for primitive feelings. Rhythm is the decisive factor, the rhythm of things and people's physiological rhythms, the regulation of breathing and the reflection of motor sensations, and the regular arrangement of sound groups and pauses.

A word and a syllable, with a single syllable, a double syllable or a polysyllabic with independent meaning, each followed by a long or short pause. Ancient poems: five words"Two, two, one"。

The new poems are free and open, unique and creative, and there is a pattern in change.

Chapter 1 The dream of footsteps is like the dream of a fledgling Break free from the wings of your parents' care and fan the power of your own power Under the eaves of the sky Soar alone The dream of the heart is not chaotic like the dream of a boat Stop the wandering journey and rest in the warm bay harbor A warm light shines on the shore My dream is a contradictory dream I want to wander and want to sail So when I walk on the road with a guitar on my back I dream of meeting at the intersection of dreams far away from the hustle and bustle of the world I have the same dream as me You are the same drifting The eyes of each other are shining into the warm lights of each other's hearts Holding hands and strong wings soaring with each other Accompanying footprints compose the wonderful poetry lines of life The heart of sympathy is the bay port where each other rests Elegant poetry and love become words From now on, the days of wandering have become poems and lyrics All the way to the song All the way to the scenery Footsteps wandering in the heart of the bay port From now on I will not be homesick again Because love is on the road, home is on the road You are the place I miss From now on, I no longer have a dream Only one dream Sleeping together on the road of our hearts is our farther away Short modern poetry.

Chapter 2 Dream I insist on envisioning a retractable door Always ready to block my eyes into a distant dream Not corroded Listen to the funny sound of the beach engulfing I am still trying to write a salty or light poem Stop the language at my fingertips and listen to the rain There is also a not-so-distant nostalgia But no one knows that the rainy passers-by have fallen into a lonely posture of sculpture The eyes of a thousand years of toughness are still fantasizing about spending time with you Looking back at that grassland has become snow Memories I carefully wrap a game Fear of the broken soul Piercing the long silent night In the song, There is a good kind of slight coolness that bypasses my fingertips Dipping in the thick of the night I began to play hide-and-seek alone The busy day Cover up too much blur Even if the night is hard to find yourself And those crisp memories Backtrack Turn down the volume I try not to write poetry in the first person And that flame has burned to the commanding heights of the night I no longer hide the attack of a language Let the ethereal quotation knock on a window I will never break the dream shadow of a crystal That night, I have been sticking to a corner Let the remnants of the corner Take me back to the past.

The theme of youth is lively and cheerful enough Poetry of youth Youth is a never-say-die song Youth is a never-ending river Youth is a book that never gets tired of reading Youth is a cup of tea that cannot be tasted Youth is a peak standing in the forest of nations Engrave the footprints of thousands of young people Youth is a pagoda of knowledge Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people Youth is a tree that is thriving and tested by the wind and rain Youth is a budding bud I want to show the world my unique demeanor I use a passionate and unrestrained heart of youth Give yourself a gift of youth That is the poem of youth Four songs of youth (1) Snow flies in March A snow flies in March My mother is gone What disappears from the sky is not only the winter sun And the figure of the pigeon flying The strings are broken I crouch on the top of the mountain deep in the clouds and cry March is the season of flowers and slow envy And my harvest is indeed the withering of the flowers of the world On the road of snow The dead leaves dance I sit on the ground Night and night looking up at the door of heaven And the river that cannot be crossed The stars have long disappeared The ditch is disturbed and clapped without the caress of the moon I debug on my own tears and play with a song of lovesickness on a snowy night (2) Secret love Watching you Scatter the tender green in my lonely autumn Grow into crazy spring grass (3) My youth The dark sky in winter No beautiful birds fly over A lonely stagnant water No fish swim happily I fly into the sky Overlooking the flowers projected on the flowing water I find that it has turned yellow in the wind of the years Childhood is a complete mirror Youth is a mottled leaf Who paved the mountains and valleys with worries Who pillows the dreams of white clouds The cuckoo in spring sings every night But what has passed **4) Bright March Bright March Flowers and shadows are heavy The wind shakes the green leaves I open the window The sun runs in and drives the shadows out I hear the sound of loneliness breaking The broken silk of the birds passing over the surface of the youthful water Isn't it my sorrow that shines Forget it all The wine I once drank The mountain road that was once lost The snow on the mountain has melted In this beautiful March Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams 2, You are my youth You came gently, with a little naughtiness. You are so innocent, hypocritical that you can't push yourself in. You came softly, with a little dream, and you were so lovely.

You are quiet, freshness is your temperament, pure is your wealth. I wanted to hug you in my arms, but you cried. So I will no longer desecrate your alcohol.

Just because, you are my youth.

1. "Modern · Gu Cheng: You look at me for a while, you look at the clouds for a while, I think you look at me very far away, you look at the clouds very close, they all say that "the eyes are the windows of the soul", you don't care about me, even if I am by your side, it is also close to the end of the world, and there is a distance between us from the "clouds"; You care about me, and I am always in your heart and eyes.

2. "Alley" is modern. Gucheng alley is crooked and long, there are no doors and no windows, I take an old key and knock on the thick wall, the "alley" is "crooked and long", the "wall" is "thick", our life, we must walk a lot of roads, go to many places, but between the search, what do we find, what do we understand? 3. "The Love Letter to the Broken Creek" is modern.

Wang Jingcheng has only written a line of crooked paper sent to the ocean for many years, and the "love letter of the creek" is affectionate enough. It is said that love is warm, and such a long stream of water, long-standing affection, how can people not yearn for it?