10 Modern Poems 5, All Modern Poems

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 by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out 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 Chouyu. I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not, 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 of trampling is not loud, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "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.

5. "Weight".

Han Han. She put the bloody head on the balance of life, so that all the survivors were lost.

Weight.

All the modern poems are as follows:

1. Gently I go, just as I come gently; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky. The golden willow on the bank of the river 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 Kangqiao, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow crumpled in the sky among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. - Farewell Kangqiao" Xu Zhimo.

2, the hour Hou Bosen, homesickness is a small stamp, I am at this end, my mother is at that end, when I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket, I am at this end, the bride is at that end, and then oh, homesickness is a low grave. - Homesickness".

3. How to let you meet me, in the most beautiful moment of Han Ju me, for this, I have been talking about silver reform in front of the Buddha for 500 years, asking the Buddha to let us tie a dust, the Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the side of the road you must pass, under the sun, cautiously full of flowers, flowers are the hope of my previous life, when you approach, please listen. - A Blossoming Tree" Xi Murong.

4. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone, wandering in the long, long, and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet, a lilac-like, resentful girl. She has, the color of lilacs, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, complaining in the rain, complaining and hesitating; She wandered in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, like me. - Rain Alley" Dai Wangshu.