Shorter poems, shortest poems?

"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!

The Wind Comes from **

Grandpa when he was a child.

The wind comes from the banana fan.

Dad was a kid.

The wind comes from an electric fan.

We're now.

The wind comes from the air conditioner.

The Wind Comes from **

The wind comes from the industriousness of our ancestors.

The Wind Comes from **

The wind comes from the struggle of the fathers.

The Wind Comes from **

The wind comes from our creation.

Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart".

M: Reach out your hand, stretch out mine, F: Our little friends on earth are holding hands.

F: Open my heart, open your heart, M: Our little friends on earth are heart-to-heart.

F: How happy our lives are!

M: How happy our lives are!

F: Because we grew up in a peaceful, tranquil environment.

M: But we can't ignore the fact that the brutal war is still going on.

F: We can't forget our peers who were tragic in the war.

Male: How can you forget those panicked and desperate eyes, and Female: How can you forget the desolate and sad cry.

M: Let's embrace peace with open arms, F: Let's win peace with love!

He): Let's chant together "No war, long live peace!" ”

1, "The Sea Sleeps".

The wind stopped making trouble, the waves stopped laughing, and the sea slept in the middle of the night.

She hugged the bright moon, she carried the stars on her back, and the gentle sound of the tide was her sleeping snoring.

The wind at sea. The wind on the sea is the god of flowers, and as soon as she comes, ten thousand waves bloom ......

The wind of the sea is the luthier, and as soon as she comes, she plays a thousand kinds of songs......

The wind of the sea is a strong man, and as soon as he comes, he sends away thousands of fishing sails ......

The wind on the sea is a lion, and when it roars, it sets off waves that ...... the sky

2, "Bud Bud".

Spring has arrived. The weather is warmer.

Hurry up and come out.

The bud bud should not only show a small head.

How beautiful the bark is on the outside.

Hurry up and come out.

The sun will give you.

Dress in green. The spring breeze will be given to you.

Sweet dew drops.

Longtou songs (16 words each).

Northern Dynasty folk songs. One.

Longtou flowing water, flowing away from the mountain.

Thinking of my body, floating in the wilderness.

Second. Towards the city of Xin, at dusk in Longtou.

The cold could not speak, and the tongue was rolled into the throat.

Third. Longtou flows, and the sound is quiet.

Looking at Qinchuan from afar, the heart and liver are cut off.

Ground rubber pin drive music song (16 words).

Northern Dynasty folk songs. Drive the sheep into the grain, and the white sheep will be in front.

The old woman does not marry, but steps on the ground and calls the sky.

Qingxi sister-in-law song (Qin Ruye 16 characters).

Southern Dynasty: Anonymous.

Open the door to the white water, and approach the bridge sideways.

The sister-in-law lives and is alone.

Song of the goose (18 characters).

Don Luo Bing Wang.

Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky.

The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves.

Sixteen characters of the mountain (16 characters each).

***。One.

Mountain, fast horse whip not under the saddle. Looking back, three feet from the sky.

Two. The mountains, the sea is suspicious of shouting over the river and rolling the huge waves. The galloping is urgent, and the battle of ten thousand horses is still in full swing.

Three. The mountain, piercing the blue sky, is not broken. The heavens want to fall, and they depend on it.

Generation (18 words).

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

<>1, "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 window and ruler, and you decorate other people's dreams.

2, "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.

3, "That's Your Self-Regret Town".

The time of spring always begins in March when the swallows fly.

Then, it dissipates in the summer heat.

In vain, a place of flowers.

Freely open.

Free in the wind and rain.

4, "Reef" Ai Qing.

A wave, a wave.

Endlessly pounced.

Every wave is at his feet.

It was frothed and scattered......

It's on the face and body.

Like a knife cut.

But he was still standing there.

With a smile on his face, he looked at the ocean ......

Knocked down. That's your freedom.

It is not the same as my freedom to "live" and "die".

5, "Wall Grass" Bian Zhilin.

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

The Sixth Brigade hung half a round of lights at good o'clock.

Want someone to put all the days.

Just dreaming and looking at the wall.

The grass on the wall grew yellow and yellow.

The shortest poems 10 modern poems are as follows:

1. "Tree" is a modern poem written by the modern poet Ai Qing in the spring of 1940. His work is published in Selected Poems of Ai Qing, and the meaning of this poem is multifaceted, as the imagery it uses can be understood into many meanings.

On the surface, the poem describes a natural phenomenon, and the poem may be a description and praise of friendship, or a perception and interpretation of life, or a desire and reflection on a free life. The whole poem is neatly written, and it has the style of modernist poetry.

2, the poem "Leaves" is out of the tsunami, the tsunami's real name is Deng Liqun, a native of Longhui, Hunan, he injected deep feelings into the poem "Leaves", which made people cry when they read it. Let us feel the effort he has injected into this poem, and his thoughts and feelings.

3. "To the Oak Tree" and "To the Oak Tree" is a contemporary poem written by the Chinese poet Shu Ting in 1977. The chapters and syntax of the poems are carefully arranged, so that the lyricism and argumentation are naturally integrated, and the rich and delicate feelings have a rational brilliance. This poem expresses the author's view of love, and this poem injects the author's understanding and feelings of the concept of love.

4, "Qili Xiang" and "Qili Xiang" The poem was published by Taiwan Dadi Publishing House in 1981, Xi Murong's first poetry collection "Qili Xiang". "Qili Xiang" is the first poem in the writing career of Xi Murong, a famous Taiwanese female writer in the 20th century. And it is a poem named because of the dense and fragrant characteristics of Qilixiang.

1. "Far and Near".

Hyundai · Gu Cheng.

You. Look at me in a moment.

I'll look at Yunlu search for a while.

I think. You look at me far away.

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

It is said 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 "clouds"; You care about me, and I am always in your heart and eyes.

2. "Alley".

Nowadays. 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.

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. "Solitude".

Nowadays. White Crane Forest.

Since childhood, I have been alone.

Take care of it. The stars of the ages.

Our youth is so helpless and sad. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and looked up at the stars? How lively the stars in the night sky are, only I am alone, and there is a flourishing loneliness.

Fourth, "The Day After the Rain".

Hyundai · Lin Huiyin.

I love the day after the rain, the grass of this plain!

My heart is bottomless and follows the wind and the wind blows

Blowing away the vanilla, the fallen leaves, blowing away a wisp of clouds, like smoke-

Like smoke. My heart is endlessly following the wind blowing", sometimes I always look forward to rain, because on a rainy day, maybe someone will hold an umbrella for me? But more often than not, I am walking alone in the rain, and many people come and go around me, all of whom are strangers.

Your heart is like smoke, and you also have something to look forward to!

There are several poems about the relatively short modern times:

1, "Mistake" - Zheng Chouyu.

I hit the south of the Yangtze River and walked, the face in the season is like the blossoming 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 to the evening, the sound is not sound, the spring curtain in March is not revealed, your heart is a small window closed, my Dada's horse's hooves are beautiful mistakes, I am not a returner, I am a passerby.

2, "Alley" - Gu Cheng.

The alley, crooked and long, with no doors and no windows, took an old key and knocked on the thick wall.

3, "Weight" - Han Han.

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight.

4, "Arc" - Gu Cheng.

The bird turned swiftly in the wind, the boy went to pick it up, a penny, the vine stretched out with fantasies, the waves with their backs rising from retreat.

5, "Feeling".

The sky was gray, the road was gray, the building was gray, the rain was gray, and in a dead ash, two children walked by, one bright red and one pale green.

6, "Love Life".

I don't think about whether I can succeed, since I have chosen the distance, I only care about the wind and rain, I don't think about whether the side cover can win love, since I love roses, I bravely confide in sincerity, I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and cold rain behind me, since the goal is the horizon, the world can only be the back, I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy, as long as I love life, everything is expected.