Beautiful modern poems written by people who are not famous, not too popular, and of moderate length

Did you take it to dazzle? ...One of my favorite passages is Shen Congwen's: I have walked on bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, and drank many kinds of wine, but I have only loved a person who is in his prime...

I am just a grain of dust, love is just a heart, Zen Master Huixin knocked on my brain, the moment of inspiration, you are the root of my life.

Look at the wheat of that homeland, it grows only upward, towards the sun.

This primordial phenomenon of life enlightened me.

Diana, I can't afford to lose you.

My soul can be reincarnated, but happiness hangs on the string.

If you lose it, you lose a dream that you will never get again.

My life has just begun, and flowers are flowing on the water.

There will also be roads that stretch into the distance.

But it has been destined not to last long, and the end may sink in the Ming Dynasty.

Diana, may my soul reach your heart.

It's like your gaze that lights me up all night.

"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.

A Generation" Gu Cheng.

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

Grass on the wall" Bian Zhilin.

At five o'clock, a corner of the sunset is pasted.

At six o'clock hung a half-wheel of lights.

Want someone to put all the days.

Just dreaming and looking at the wall.

The grass on the wall grew yellow and yellow.

Shayanara" Xu Zhimo.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not better than the cool breeze, a cherish, a cherish, a cherish, and a sweet sorrow in that cherish

Shayanara! His Calling

Once I was in the poplar forest, and I heard a kind call;

At that time, the moonlight was looking at Weng Zhong, and Weng Zhong was looking at me.

I couldn't hear the call anymore, I was taken aback, and looked around—Weng Zhong was just fascinated by the moonlight, and the moonlight only sneered at me.

Looking up when it's silent, it's still a silent sky

The lotus fragrance falls, soaked in dust and mud.

Manting dance, a single condensation.

The leaves are injured, and the desert rain sinks into smoke.

The shadow is bleak, and the bridge is broken and windy.

The cold eyes turned, and the remnants were swept into the air.

Serenade -- That night the wind blows away the sun's rays I will come quietly to you and put the black gown on your shoulders Gently place the stars and the moon on the shore of the Milky Way Let the moonlight like water sprinkle on the surface of the lake Let the shadows of the trees in the water ripple with the breeze When the east reveals the white of the fish's belly I will go to another place to take the sun. (Childe Linze original).

The Snowflakes from Heaven -- The Snowflakes Must Be from Heaven Otherwise, why is she so exquisite, so clear? Why.

Take the infinite beauty and hope of the world with you? Snowflakes come to the world with the wind and flutter one after another Fill the whole sky And also permeate the whole cold winter She must be an angel in winter With her, winter is no longer lonely Snowflakes must be from heaven Otherwise, why is she.

Quietly come, quietly go from beginning to end, quietly? Why is it so mysterious? (Childe Linze original).

Farewell, My Childhood" -- Flowers Bloom, Flowers Fall It's another year Childhood, what a bright word But it can't stand the test of time.

In the passage of time bit by bit A beautiful yesterday is getting farther and farther away from me Intoxicated, heartbroken Another day Wave your hand and say goodbye My childhood You and I have to meet in a dream Fairytale beauty Drifting away with the wind In the helpless sigh All the good things are diluted by time Gradually fade away from the past glory I have to, say goodbye: Farewell, my childhood I hope that my youth is as beautiful as you make people nostalgic! (Childe Linze original).

There are many similar poems on the blog in my space, welcome to check them out.

"Ride the train" Dad took me on the train, and when the train started, the things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......

Wow! Everything went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

Aunt Qiu" We think of Aunt Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu's face.

It's red, it's round.

Chubby I haven't seen Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu.

is a painter.

Aunt Qiu came.

and to the fruit trees and the crops.

Smeared with a golden one.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu: I'm busy.

She gives all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded with plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

Make an observation

The basket is too small to fit!

Aunt Qiu, she's so nice.

She sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that for the village to see the yard.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Autumn came draped in dewdrops.

Stepping on the frost flowers, he quietly walked away.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

I learned to write" When I learned to write "little sheep", all of a sudden, the trees, the houses, the fences, everything I saw with my eyes was bent and rolled up like wool.

When I took the word "river" and wrote it in my little exercise book, a splash of water splashed in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.

When I finished writing "meadow" with my pen, I saw bees busily among the flowers, two butterflies whirling, and I could put them all in the net with a wave of my hand.

If I write "my dad", I immediately want to sing and jump a few times, I'm the tallest, I'm the best, I'm the best, I can do everything.

Take me with me, my kite, take me to the blue sky!

I'm going to fly in the sky, I'm going to hover in the sky, I'm going to fly like a bird, I'm going to fly over the sea, I'm going to fly over the ocean.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

To see how wonderful the world is in the sky, to see how good the children are in the world, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

Shu Ting and Xi Murong's are okay. Maybe you can also take a look at the North Island.

Celebrities' short and good modern poems include "Broken Up", "Going Again and Again", "My Way" and so on.

1, "Broken Up".

When you broke up, did you cry your body? Maybe, I won't be able to shed tears easily. And in the theme that can't be controlled, there is a sedan chair and a friend, approaching me, is this a lonely shadow, pointing to my profound meaning.

Many incomprehensible obsessions, imagining you, coming and going over and over again, just hoping that after the breakup, we don't have to approach. Just need to reincarnate and hold on, that Bi Shu Duan memories, contentment, maybe this is the field, the difference between the breakup.

Appreciation: Joys and sorrows are staged in every corner of the world every day, especially when life and death are parting, and there are two lines of tears. Feel the heavy heart of the poet and cherish the happiness you have in front of you.

2. "Again and Again".

Don't regret it, if you want to, let me make a choice, come and do it again and again. What will happen to you in the process of breaking through, just in anticipation of it. There is a you on the road in the future, tolerate each other a lot, and strive to be here, I can smile at you.

In the red world, blossoming and bearing fruit, love can finally return, strolling with you. A lifetime of perseverance, I hope that in the journey of life, I love you without a choice.

Appreciation: There are thousands of ways to break up, and such affectionate ones are regarded as swan songs. They also had the deep meaning of "the king is used as a rock, the concubine is treated as a reed, the reed is like silk, and the rock is not transferred", but in the end, it is inevitable that "my life is not today, and the soul will remain for a long time!"

The tragedy of love.

3, "My Way".

My ancestors did that, but I don't want their ways. I will cut my heart with a knife on the blank paper of my life, and write my crimson name with its flowing blood. If this blood continues with their cries of wisdom, it will surely become a great current with my new life.

I understand their good intentions, but I don't possess them.

Open the palm, a circle of eternal sedan chair Nian Chongheng annual rings engraved with immortal memories. The beauty of the mountains and the pride always need this immortal river. When the last drop of my blood is gone, please let the flame fly into the sky with me and the red paper full of life written on me!

Appreciation: When the iron gate of memory is slowly opened, leading to yesterday's city, it collapses in an instant, revealing its viscera and foul-smelling intestines, and several crows are dueling, oh, a terrible city in Gaopido, my soul is frightened, and the eucalyptus leaves fall aside.

I've always believed that if modern poetry is poetry, then everyone can write poetry. Even illiterate people can compose poetry. As long as you become famous and become a family, a fart is poetry, otherwise, it's.

I have always felt that the poems written by modern poets are all big truths, such as Haizi's poem "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

The original poem goes like this:

From tomorrow onwards, 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 the spring flowers bloom."

This poem, which I don't know who later condensed into the following version:

From tomorrow, feed the horses, chop firewood, and care for grain and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

The ones circulating on the Internet, as well as those who worship Haizi, are all condensed versions.

I wondered, is this also called poetry? Then I can write such a song at any time, such as: