Bing Xin s 100 Modern Poems 2

Bingxin's short poems and three modern poems are as follows:

"The Moon Shines with Brightness".

The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate, a group of fish swam over, the jade plate broke into two or three pieces, the fish were so frightened that they fled away until they reached the rock. Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

"Little Fairy Tale".

To the south of the clouds, in that distant place, there is a flock of leaves that says, We want to open like flowers.

There is a flock of flowers that says, we want to fly like birds. A flock of peacocks said, "We want to grow like trees."

Pomegranate

The pomegranate blossoms are blooming, it is Aunt Xia who tied it, the bright bow, the pomegranate fruit is ripe, it is the red bell that Mother Qiu is shaking, harvesting.

"Fourteen Years Old, Blue Harbor".

Life is a long river, and the age of fourteen is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves of impulses and waves of thinking.

There is love, but it is hazy, I don't understand it but I understand a little, just like the river under the morning fog can be seen, but it is difficult to distinguish.

Full of worries on his face, there are words, will not spin on the tip of the tongue, innocent like a wave jumping and jumping, never know what is sad and uneasy, to say that the boy Qiao Lu is brave is really brave, even if the gun flies and does not blink, to say that the girl is really timid enough, see the bean worm jump far away.

I hope there are a few more exclamation marks, so that adults are impressed, but the question marks in the mind are always not simple and noisy, and the strange questions often make the teacher embarrassed. You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, ideals are like tides constantly changing, you want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks for being a hero. Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor, fourteen years old, the ideal paradise, from which the ship of life will be set off and the morning glow will weave wonderful wreaths for them.

Bingxin's modern long poem is most famous for "Paper Boats", the original text of which is as follows:

My faction has never given up a piece of paper, and has always kept it—kept it.

They were folded into very small boats and thrown out of the boat and thrown into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping that one can only flow to the place where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a tiny white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love and sorrow back.

Eternal Mother, when you open your newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing you see is the incomparable holiness of the Mother.

Loving gaze and tears of joy.

Eyes don't blink, staring at you carefully.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your affection, and your limbs dance wildly.

You're so anxious that you can't help but cry out loud.

After many days and nights of nurturing.

Finally sit down straight with your little body.

After adjusting for EQ and IQ.

Never wait, shouted straight out of life.

The first voice of the most precious - Mom.

This is the most touching primitive accumulation.

No matter how many languages are spoken in the world.

Only this one cry is absolutely the same.

There is no music, no poetry.

It can be more moving than this one.

Poetry appreciationThis poem is nostalgic for her mother's feelings, which is relatively abstract, and it is easy to be empty and superficial when writing. This poem is novel in conception, and the poet adopts the method of supporting objects and allegories, so that the expression of feelings is not only vivid, concrete, but also rich and deep. In addition, the poem's long lines and slow intonation are in harmony with the long longing for his mother.

The poet relied on the paper boat to catch water, a game that children often played. The nostalgia for his mother is cordial and natural to create a dreamy artistic conception, which makes people add to it. In this poem.

The poet uses the paper boat as the theme, which is allegorical and gives the paper boat a special meaning. The paper boat symbolizes the loneliness of being helpless in the pool, a heart that misses his mother and the motherland, and symbolizes the poet's pure and beautiful wishes.

1. [Osmanthus].

Pushing open the window, both eyes are small osmanthus flowers.

Like a starry spot.

The house is full of autumn, and the windows are full of incense.

The floral fragrance spreads all around.

It's so light, soft, wave.

The sorrow of September, the heart of autumn.

The bright moon dances out of Chang'e.

The eyebrows are like green daisy, and the skin is like mutton fat.

Willow waist lotus step - step into the red dust.

The ground was silent.

Bursts of fragrant fragrance. Hey, man in the wind.

The osmanthus in the distance.

than whether it is lighter, softer, more waveless.

2. [Weekend appointment].

Days like this will never be forgotten.

The sound of your footsteps that is fading away.

It is clearly the whisper of autumn leaves and autumn wind.

I ran into the distance in a neon dress.

Tell the clouds, tell the sun.

How butterflies fly to the flowers.

How swallows are obsessed with green poplars.

How the autumn insect tweets rhapsodies.

The warmth, I seem to remember, but also seem to forget.

Please stop your tired footsteps.

Let me pick up the autumn leaves in the wind.

Play a song like a firework and be gloomy and high.

Fireworks.

Please wait for me to walk and fly with me.

3. [That Night].

The sound of the flute. The night fades into the cup.

Zi Feng could no longer count the wrinkles on the flute's forehead.

The wind blows a tree's heart.

You shake your head, shaking your head.

The chirping of autumn insects came from the window.

Cut, cut, slush.

Worried. Such as the half-pot yarn of the beaded curtain.

My whole body is like a wind, moon, flower and bird.

Laugh at the dust. You say, the hole flute is an autumn insect in the corner of the wall.

Singing a parting song. Silk language.

Xiao Xun, that night sent out the poignancy of nine bamboos.

4. [Bamboo Heart].

It's been a good night. The footsteps of plum blossoms are lonely and lonely.

Thirteen o'clock. Suddenly I heard the sound of a flute.

A bamboo forest leaped into my sight.

There is a knotan sweet potato with an open mind.

Whoever is noble and humble.

Hiding in a secluded place for a while.

At this time, you must be on the other side too.

5, [Night Weiyang].

You're standing across from me.

Holding a black and white face mask.

Kiss the lips of the night gently.

Your eyes do not see my affection.

It is said that the light of the day falls on the faces of the sleepers.

Her dreams will become more lively.

You are like a ghost in the middle of the night.

Move like a rabbit. Quiet as a virgin.

Darkness fell on the face of a pedestrian.

He and the only big shadow.

Walking in the hurried light.

The world suddenly became magical.

I'm standing in the corner.

Eagerly graffiti makes the world black and white.

Bingxin's modern poems are as follows:

1. One of the excerpts from "Spring Water": Young people, cherish the description, time is turning the pages of the book, please write.

2. Excerpt 2 from "Spring Water": My question 1 is my heart, silent in the light, my dream. but in the darkness he explained it for me.

3, "Spring Water" excerpt 3: Loneliness increases depression, busyness eradicates troubles and my friends, and happiness is in non-stop work.

4, "Spring Water" excerpt 4: Fate is like a sea breeze blowing the boat of youth, fluttering, tortuous, and crossing the sea of time.

5. One excerpt from "Stars": Young people, for the sake of later memories, carefully and carefully draw your current pictures.

6, "Stars" excerpt 2: Is time just like this? Nothing can be accomplished except for ethereal thoughts.

7, "Stars" excerpt 3: Weak grass, be proud, only you generally decorate the world.

8, "Stars" excerpt 4: My friend, get up, the morning light is coming to wash your soul overnight.

9, "Stars" excerpt 5: Xiao Xinshi, be stronger, prepare for the waves that urge each other.

10, excerpt 6 of "Stars": Smart man, abandon the fantasy flowers in your hands, she is just ethereal, but the spring in your eyes.

11, "Paper Boat": I never want to abandon a piece of paper, I always keep it one by one, and I am good at becoming a very small boat, throwing it from the boat in the sea.

Speaking of Bingxin, I believe everyone is familiar with her, and her poems can even be recited, so do you know what Bingxin's poems are? The following is a collection and arrangement of Bingxin's modern poems for everyone, for reference only, I hope it can help you.

1, "Moon".

The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate. Encyclopedia of Modern Poetry.

A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate shattered into two or three pieces.

The fish was so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks.

Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

2, "Little Fairy Tale".

To the south of the clouds, the distant'place, there is a flock of leaves that says:

We want to bloom like flowers.

There is a group of flowers that say:

We want to fly like birds.

A flock of peacocks said:

We want to grow like a tree.

3, "Pomegranate".

Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's Qiu's mother shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

4, "Fourteen Years Old, Blue Harbor".

Life is a long river, and the age of fourteen is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves of impulses and waves of thinking.

There is love, but it is hazy, I don't understand it but I understand a little, just like the river under the morning fog can be seen, but it is difficult to distinguish.

The stomach is full of thoughts on the face, there are words, it will not spin on the tip of the tongue, innocent like a wave jumping and jumping, never know what it means to be sad and uneasy.

To say that the boy is brave is really brave, even if the gun flies without blinking;

To say that the girl is cowardly is really timid, she jumped far away when she saw the bean worm.

I hope there are a few more exclamation marks, so that the adults are impressed, but the question marks in the mind are always not straightened, and the strange questions often make the teacher embarrassed.

You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, ideals are like tides constantly changing, you want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks for being a hero.

Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor, fourteen years old, the ideal paradise, from which the ship of life will be set off and the morning glow will weave wonderful wreaths for them.

5, "Bud Bud".

Spring has arrived. The weather is warmer.

Hurry up and come out.

Small bud buds. Don't just show your little 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.

6, "Fishing Fire".

The night is quiet.

River water. It's a good boy.

Listen to Mother Moon.

Slept. The fisherman lit the fire.

River water. It's like opening your eyes.

Talking in a dream.