Ten famous modern Chinese poems:
1. "Waiting for you, in the rain" by Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes the rainbow
The sound of cicadas subsides and the sound of frogs rises
A pool of red lotuses is like red flames, in the rain
It doesn’t matter whether you come or not, but it feels like
Every lotus looks like you
Especially across the dusk, across this drizzle
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
< p>Waiting for you, outside time and within timeWaiting for you, in an instant, in eternity
If your hand is in my hand, right now
If your fragrance
is in my nostrils, I will say, little lover
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in Wu Palace
< p>This hand shouldshake a handle of cinnamon pulp, in a magnolia boat
A star hanging on the eaves of the Science Museum
Like an earring Hanging
The Swiss watch said it was seven o'clock and suddenly you came
Following the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you came
Like a little song Let
From an allusion of love, you come
From Jiang Baishi’s words, you come with rhyme
2. Lin Huiyin "Laughter"
What smiles are her eyes, lips, and the round vortex on her lips.
Beautiful as dewdrops, blossoming smiles hide in the flash of shell teeth.
That is a smile - the smile of God, the smile of beauty: the reflection of the water, the soft song of the wind.
What is smiling is her loose curly hair, which is scattered next to her ears.
As light and soft as the shadow of a flower, a tickling sweetness floods into your heart.
That is laughter - the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting: the traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
3. "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley
I hope to meet a lilac The same sad and resentful girl.
She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac
The same sadness as lilac, mourning in the rain, sad and hesitant;
She is wandering here In the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me
Walking silently like me, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She came closer silently, and cast a breath-like look
She floated past like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac branch floating through the field in a dream, this girl floated beside me
She moved silently far away, far away, reaching the crumbling fence, and walked away from the rain. lane.
In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance disappeared,
Disappeared, even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley,
I hope to pass by a girl with a knot of sorrow and resentment like a lilac.
4. "Farewell Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo
Gently I left, just as I came gently;
I waved gently , as a farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener.
Load a boatload of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is tonight's Cambridge.
Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.
5. Fei Ming's "Star"
The stars in the sky are said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadows of begonia flowers on the east wall are said to be the eternal autumn moon.
Wake up in the morning is like a dream on a winter night.
The stars at midnight last night were as clean as a bright net.
Sparse but not missing, the spring flowers and autumn moon are all there, and the child is not a fish, but you know the fish.
6. "Broken Chapter" by Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people’s dreams.
7. "Mistake" by Zheng Chouyu
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River
The face waiting in the season is like the blooming and falling of a lotus
< p>If the east wind does not come, the catkins of March will not flyYour heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the bluestone street facing the evening
The sound is silent, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted
Your heart is a small window tightly closed
My dada’s horse hooves are beautiful mistakes
< p>I am not a returnee, but a passerby...8. "Dead Water" by Wen Yiduo
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water, and the breeze cannot blow any ripples.
It's better to throw away more scraps and scraps of scraps and scraps of food.
Maybe the copper will turn green into emeralds, and a few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the tin cans;
Let the grease weave a layer of silk, and the mold will steam out some clouds.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, filled with pearl-like white foam;
The small beads laughed and turned into big beads, and were bitten by the mosquitoes that stole the wine. .
Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water can be said to be somewhat vivid.
If the frog can't bear the loneliness, then the stagnant water will sing.
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water. It is definitely not a place for beauty.
It is better to let ugliness cultivate it and see what kind of world it creates.
9. "Snake" by Feng Zhi
My loneliness is a long snake, cold and speechless--
Girl, if you dream When it comes, don't be afraid!
It is my loyal companion, with a passionate nostalgia in its heart:
It is thinking about the dense grassland and the rich black silk on your head.
It sneaks past you as gently as the moonlight;
It carries your dreams for me, like a crimson flower.
10. "Prophecy" by He Qifang
This heart-beating day has finally arrived, and your footsteps are approaching like a sigh at night.
What I heard clearly was not the whispers of forest leaves and night wind, but the soft sound of hooves of elk galloping across the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with the singing voice of your silver bell, are you the young god in the prophecy?
You must be from the gentle south, tell me about the moonlight and the sunshine there.
Tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers and how the swallows are obsessed with the green poplars.
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike singing. I seem to remember the warmth, but I seem to have forgotten it.
Please stop, stop your tired running, come in, there is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn, and listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
The song is as melancholy and high-spirited as the fire, and the fire tells my life.
Don’t move forward, there is a boundless forest ahead, and the ancient trees are marked with markings on the bodies of wild beasts.
They are entangled like half-living and half-dead vine pythons, and not a single star can escape from the dense leaves.
You will timidly dare not take the second step when you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? Please wait for me to walk with you. My feet know every safe path.
I can keep singing the song of forgetting tiredness, and give it to you again, and give you the tenderness of my hands again.
When the darkness of the night blocks us, you can look into my eyes in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t listen to my excited singing, and your feet didn’t pause for my trembling.
Like a quiet breeze drifting through this dusk, disappearing, disappearing your proud footsteps...
Oh, you finally came speechless as the prophecy said, speechless And gone, young god?
Extended information:
Features of modern poetry:
Modern poetry is free in form, rich in meaning, and the management of images is more important than the use of rhetoric. Compared with ancient poetry, although They are all written for the purpose of feeling things, and they are all reflections of the soul, but they completely break through the characteristics of ancient poems of "gentleness and sincerity, sadness but not resentment", and place more emphasis on free, open and straightforward statements and "between the sensible and the insensible" communication.
The mainstream of modern poetry is free style new poetry. Free-style new poetry is a product of the "May 4th" New Culture Movement. The form uses vernacular, breaking the metrical constraints of old-style poetry. The content mainly reflects new life and expresses new ideas.
Methods for appreciating modern poetry:
1. Grasp the poetic eye
The poetic eye is the most expressive key phrase in a poem and can best develop the artistic conception of the poem. It is the focal point that can make poetry shine. The tempering and setting of poetic eyes play an important role in poetry creation. Poetry critics of ancient and modern times all appreciate poetry from this point of view.
2. Analysis of imagery
Image is the product of the collision between the poet's subjective ideas and external objective objects. In order to express his inner world, the poet selects and refines the objective objects. A language art image with a specific meaning produced by recombination. In poetry, poets not only use images to think and feel, but also use images to express.
3. Clear reality and falsehood
Social life is infinitely vast, and it is impossible for poets to write all of it into poems. Therefore, poets often use "real" to express "virtual" or "virtual" to express "real". The coexistence of virtuality and reality, setting off each other, is an artistic rule of poetry creation. The "virtual" in the poem refers to thoughts and feelings, and the "real" in the poem refers to the image of the scenery. If a poem only writes "virtual", it will appear abstract and empty, without poetic flavor; if it only writes "real", it will appear dead and lack of vitality.
4. Elaboration techniques
There are generally two ways for poets to express emotions: one is to express one's feelings directly, that is, to directly show personal emotions in the work; the other is that poets often omit The political background is to exaggerate the scenery and enhance the atmosphere, such as using metaphors, allusions and other means to euphemistically express feelings.
5. Knowing people and judging the world
Mencius said: "If you praise his poems and read his books, how can you not know the person? This is how you judge the world." This sentence means , if you want to understand his poems, you must know the person and the era in which the author lived.
Modern Poet Xu Zhimo
Xu Zhimo (January 15, 1897 - November 19, 1931), a modern poet and essayist, was born in Xia Shi, Haining, Jiaxing, Zhejiang. His original name was Zhang Qu and his courtesy name was Qian Sen. He changed his name to Zhimo when he was studying in England. Pen names that have been used: Nanhu, Shizhe, Haigu, Gu, Dabing, Yunzhonghe, Xianhe, Delete Wo, Xinshou, Huanggou, Eer, etc. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of the Crescent School and a member of the Crescent Poetry Society.
Graduated from Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School in 1915 and studied at Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University. In 1918, he went to Clark University in the United States to study banking. He graduated in ten months with a bachelor's degree and a first-class honors award.
In the same year, he transferred to graduate school at Columbia University in New York and entered the Department of Economics. In 1921, he went to study in England and became a special student at Cambridge University, studying political economics. During his two years in Cambridge, he was deeply influenced by Western education and influenced by European and American Romanticism and Aesthetic poets. It established its romantic poetic style.
Crescent Society was established in 1923. In 1924, he was appointed professor of Peking University. In 1926, he served as professor at Guanghua University (the predecessor of East China Normal University), Daxia University (the predecessor of East China Normal University) and Nanjing Central University (renamed Nanjing University in 1949).
In 1930, he resigned from his posts in Shanghai and Nanjing. At the invitation of Hu Shi, he once again became a professor at Peking University and a professor at Beijing Women's Normal University. Died in a plane crash on November 19, 1931. Representative works include "Farewell Cambridge" and "A Night in the Emerald Green".
Modern poet Yu Guangzhong
Yu Guangzhong (October 21, 1928 - December 14, 2017), a famous contemporary writer, poet, scholar, and translator, was born in Nanjing, his ancestral home Yongchun, Fujian. Because her mother's native place is Wujin, Jiangsu, she also calls herself "Jiangnan native".
Graduated from Nanjing YMCA Middle School in 1947, entered the Department of Foreign Languages ??and Literatures of Jinling University. In 1949, he transferred to the Department of Foreign Languages ??and Literatures of Xiamen University. In 1952, he graduated from the Department of Foreign Languages ??and Literatures of National Taiwan University. In 1959, he received a Master of Arts degree from the University of Iowa. He has taught at Soochow University, National Taiwan Normal University, National Taiwan University, and National Chengchi University. During this period, he was twice invited by the U.S. State Department to serve as a visiting professor at many universities in the United States.
In 1972, he served as professor and director of the Department of Spanish at National Chengchi University.
From 1974 to 1985, he served as professor of the Chinese Department of the Chinese University of Hong Kong and concurrently served as the head of the Chinese Department of the Union College of the Chinese University of Hong Kong for two years. In 1985, he served as professor and chair professor at Sun Yat-sen University in Taiwan, including concurrently serving as dean of the School of Liberal Arts and director of the Institute of Foreign Languages ??and Literatures for six years.
Yu Guangzhong has been engaged in poetry, prose, commentary, and translation all his life. He calls himself the "fourth-dimensional space" of his writing and is known as the "bright five-color pen" in the literary world[4]?. He has been in the literary world for more than half a century, covering a wide range of topics, and is known as an "artistic polygamist." His literary career is long, vast and profound. He is a master of contemporary poetry, an important prose writer, a famous critic and an excellent translator.
It has published 21 poetry collections; 11 prose collections; 5 commentary collections; 13 translation collections; and more than 40 collections. His representative works include "White Jade Bitter Melon" (poetry collection), "Memory is as Long as Railroad Tracks" (prose collection) and "On the Watershed: Collected Commentary of Yu Guangzhong" (commentary collection), etc. His poems include "Nostalgia", "Four Rhymes of Nostalgia", and prose Such as "Listen to the Cold Rain", "My Four Imaginary Enemies", etc., which are widely included in Chinese textbooks in mainland China, Hong Kong and Taiwan.
On December 14, 2017, Professor Yu Guangzhong passed away in Taiwan at the age of 89.
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