Modern Poems on Hope 1. Poems on Hope
Hope By: Bai Lan There is a hope that has been buried deep in the heart / perhaps / it is a long love / or / a kind of soft thoughts hope / like a strong wings / in the blue sky to fly free / the persistence / fascinating / easy to say / blessing hope You'll always be smiling, youthful, happy, happy, safe, and healthy. Life is like a play, the years are like a song, because of you, the world will be colorful and radiant, and because of you, my boat will continue to glide to the far future, holding on to hope, holding on to hope, holding on to hope, a lot of sadness lingers in my mind, a lot of worries beat in my heart. Once I was full of ambition, but when I was full of energy, reality is always so cruel, and what I want is always far away in the rainy sky, and my fragile heart sighs and trembles in the dark corners of the darkness, and my bruised and battered heart looks forward to the dawn, and waits for the bright light of dawn, and I walk through the hustle and bustle of the downtown, and my father's advice, like a sapling under the sun, nourishes me. Step by step, I'm pushed to the edge of a cliff, a bottomless abyss, is that not where I belong? The rocks at the edge of the cliff are torn into strips by the wind, and a small blade of grass grows upward with a smile, like a ray of golden sunshine, warming my tired heart. I sigh silently, and then I sob. The wind is even stronger, but it can't stop the spreading of the fire of my heart, and I face the gale with my head held high! I still hold on to my childhood belief that my future is not a dream. One is the spring that is in the way, not letting people rest.
Sometimes the night is long, and after sinking into silence, I miss you as much as I miss my home. There is a doubt in your eyes, and there is a light in your eyes, and you are on your knees.
Silence is the wine, shyness and shyness, drunkenness is the vomit of thousands; are you there? And sometimes, breaking the skin of the drum, in pursuit of the place where everything, everything, pounces on the lion; and who can get there? Where I hope. Hope Hope is a light in the darkness of the night, guiding the direction of our stride, it is because of it, we can fight.
Hope is a warm current in the snow and ice, encouraging us to adhere to the strength of the fight, it is because of it, we can ride the frontier. Hope is a pair of angel wings, carrying our desire to fly to heaven, it is because of it, we can chase the dream.
Hope is a wildflower in the vast grasslands, blooming with our desire to return to nature, it is because of it, we can get what we want. Hope is a page of short life in the Bible, explaining our beliefs to overcome the difficulties, it is because of it, we can sail away.
How I hope that I am the one who is looking at the sea from the fence, and I am the waves that beat the shore and call you dearly. How I hope that you look up at the moon, and the curved moon is my smiling eyes, and I have you in my eyes, and you have me in your eyes, and I hope that I am the wind that blows you, and I hope that I am the snowflake that dances all over the sky, and that you open your arms to protect and moisturize your skin, and I hope that I am the snowflake that dances all over the sky. I wish I was the snowflake that flies in the sky, and that you opened your arms to nourish and moisturize your hot heart. I wish you smiled softly at the thought of me, and that I was the camera that was collecting this beauty.
Good Mood Chinese Network_Poetry Channel; Red Sleeve Tips The Party Flag, Kindles Hope (Recitation Poem) The first collision of the hammer and sickle brought hope to this land. The first clash of hammer and sickle brought hope to this land Once upon a time, drunkenness and heroes' tears and blood rusted a beautiful wish This is a land of death and silence In the deep tunnels of the mines, there are expectant gazes gasping for breath The seeds that have been shriveled up from generation to generation, have the hands of young children knocked on the sun of tomorrow? Ah, hope, hope The clash of the hammer and the sickle burnt a very long, very long dream What kind of a night was it The rope of the hoisting of the flag was tightened into the flesh of the hands. What a night it was, when the flag-raising ropes were tightened into the flesh of our hands, and the pigeons in the distant sky carried away the last of the night, and the sun reddened us and the flag. A whirlwind of hooting and hollering flags startled the world Ah, hope, hope The fire of the cruiser Avror went out, the streets of Sarajevo burned, and on the other side of the mountain, the seeds gave birth to fleas, and hope became a prayerful incense, threaded and flown, and the hammer and the sickle embraced our land, and we harvested the sun and the sunsets, and we wove our own flag, and we walked the paths, and the scent of wheat was on the air, and deep, far, far, curving and fragrant, and full, and we kept on walking. Full of it We keep walking Ah, hope, hope Hope (poem) Ghosts and fire eternal Kiss me and communicate through the window The most imperceptible in the world The last flicker of spirit Stalls the sound The glass is blurred ...... The stars are bright I used to argue here Falling flowers Are they rising or falling? Or are the words dancing in the air The wind rises The sound of the mast swaying The old white-haired woman walks toward the darkness ...... The Dictionary of Life (Prose Poetry) Describing the bloodiness of a man with the sentences of life, flipping through the femininity of a woman with the sunshine of life, and lighting up one's own life with the wisp of redness in one's life. A beam of sunshine, turn over the dictionary of life, a healthy word, a bold poem, wandering in the wilderness of life.The poetic words of the sun, the seed of the ideal, in the bright light, it is about to germinate, it is about to grow into an oily tree, full of flowers. Sunshine, comes and goes.
The verb of life, starting from the heart and following the veins, rushes out, radiant. And with the thought of a sharp sword, spitting out the sharpness of the years, plowing through the mask of history.
Under the sky of history, verses like flowers, open brilliantly. Rising wind, starting from the riverbank of history, has been upward, arriving at the square of life, so that the flavor of life on the square filled around, so that the green leaves on the tree of the times, fluttering out of the impassioned poetry.
One night, thoughts like fire, pierced through the walls of the night, gathering starlight, reaching into the world lost color inside. Starlight and firelight intertwine to make the verses of life sparkle and shine, reaching out to the brightness we yearn for. The other beam of sunlight is the seed of thought, planted into life and implanted in the heart.
2. Write a modern poem "Hope"
One of them
When I was a child
Hope is a lollipop in my hand
Small and sweet, I would not easily throw it away
Even if I have a cavity, it doesn't matter
When I grew up
Hope is a kite in my hand with a string
It's a distant kite, but it is also within reach.
It doesn't matter if I'm tired of running
Later on
Hope is a star shining in the sky
I feel it's shining above my head, but I can't do anything about it
It doesn't matter even if I try my hardest
Now
Hope is a childhood dream
It's beautiful and clear. I've forgotten where it started
Even if I turn to my memories, I can't find the secret that I can't tell
The seed of hope
was buried in my childhood
I stood up in my youth
I fell down in my old age
I remember it in my old age
In fact
hope
is always in my heart
It's always in my heart. p>
Hope is the dazzling butterflies that dance in the summer
Growing up in the cold rain and lightning
Harvesting in the south of the colorful clouds after the wind and rain
Later on
Hope is the fruitful gardens in the fall
Growing up in the ambitions of ambition that feed the desire for growth
Harvesting in the contradictions of the desire to stop
Hope is a happy silhouette in front of my eyes
Hope is no longer selfishly sown and reaped
The harvest of others
is also the fruit of my own heart
Summarizing the first two, I have come up with the last one
When I was young
Hope was a green spring field
Carrying countless little dreams and dreams.
In the face of drunken eyes full of desire
The harvest is here, the ambition is there
Now
Hope is a barren winter field
The kind eyes are thick with nourishment and strength
Hope is in the heart, hope is in the heart!
Over and out
3. Poems about hope
1. "Tomorrow's Hope" The darkness of the night has gradually descended, and the street lamps on the street are flickering with soft light. I strolled along the street, and the Xi Xi breeze was so strong that the light and the breeze drifted into my mind. .... The dawn of a new era is so brilliant, and the mingling of splendid dreams and new hopes makes my heart soar. Tomorrow's hopes will surely become a reality through hard work and diligence, and a new tomorrow will continue to carry new hopes. ......2, "The Hope of Spring" is a delightful dragon's refrain, urging the spring mood to be strong, and the spring sunlight refracts the color of the willows to be green and green, as the earthworms stretch their backs and break ground to inhale fresh air. Fresh air, fish leaping out of the water, bathing in the spring sunshine, geese shaking their wings and singing, bird's-eye view of the scenery ahead, men calculating the year's livelihood, dreaming of a glorious future, girls putting on their colorful spring clothes, going on a date with their playful lovers, children getting sick of the wind-dried winter days, clamoring to fly away in the spring dream, old people sitting around the entrance of the alleyway, holding on to each other, the old red-headed argument at the Anti-Communist Generals. The arguments of the past are duplicated here in front of the spring breeze! She also hooked the spring rain and rubbed the tree crowns to talk about their parting love. Spring, spring, you bring infinite hope to the earth. 3. "The Haha of the South" Wake up from the fragrance of the South, open your eyes as dark as the night sky, lift up your eyes to spy on the ever-changing world, and see how things are changing, how the stars are shifting, how the fish-belly-white skies are accompanied by the clouds, and how the mountains rise up to watch the sunrise and the sunset, and how the fragrance of the winds falls down to the red dust of the earth, and whose haggard face has been carved by years and years, whose calloused palms have been stained by time, and whose youth has been humbled by a white horse. Whose youthful years have been lost, whose rivers do not want to enter the sea, whose mountains do not want to enter the sky, whose carp do not want to jump out of the door, whose winds blow, whose rains fall, whose winds and rains fall, whose leaves are lined with flowers, whose nights are lined with the moon, whose moon is full, whose Shaohua has passed, whose life has passed, whose life has passed, whose life has died, who has gathered up the fragrance of the sleeves, who has stepped over the withered branches of the old memories, and whose memories are hurt, and whose memories are hurt, and whose memories are hurt, and whose memories are hurt, and whose memory is mistakenly short-lived, and who is in a southern country, in the warm scent of the clouds, in the closed night sky. Like a dream, it's a flash, and it's already a dusty old scene, and the prosperity is like a brocade, and I'm only painting for you. 5. "The Waiting and Expectation of Autumn Leaves" Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and shaking the withered and yellowed leaves, and picking up half a year's worth of experiences, and putting them together into a fragmented and dreamy memories, that of the green spring, the red summer, and the yellow autumn color, and the leaves with scars, and the leaves with worms, all of which are all hurtful and painful, and now we have lost the feeling of waiting for the winter to come, and then we will have a great winter, and we will be able to see it. When winter comes, a heavy snowfall will cover everything in white, and underneath the snow, there will be waiting and expectation, and in spring, there will be a new and complete world. Life is like a voyage, and the person at the helm can only be yourself, but at one moment, the fresh sea breeze will still be brushing against your face and swinging the corners of your clothes, and the next second, the wind and rain, the lightning, the thunder, may push you into the unknown, and it's a long voyage, and every strong captain will eventually conquer the sea and find his own place. In the end, every strong captain will always conquer this sea to find their own harbor People are changeable life is also changeable, just like the sea We have seen the morning light, we have also seen the sunshine on the ground We are y grateful for the warmth of life, but also never afraid of its fierce fear Life is like a sea Do not want to want to be the result of its own ups and downs Expanded information Poetry (literary genre) with a high degree of cohesion of the language, the image to express the author of a wealth of emotions, focusing on the reflection of social life and a certain rhythm and rhyme The poetry (literary genre) uses highly condensed language to express the author's rich emotions in a graphic way, reflecting the social life in a concentrated way.
Poetry is a literary genre that expresses emotions. It is recorded in Mao Shi - The Great Preface: "Poetry is the place where the will is expressed.
In the heart for the will, speech for poetry." In the Southern Song Dynasty, Yan Yu, "Canglang Poetry", said: "Poetry is the chanting of emotions".
The only kind of art expressed in words is poetry. Poetry - Baidu Encyclopedia.
4. Modern Poems About Dreams
1. Dreams Liang Yuanyuan There is not much extravagance just a blue reverie Look, the wings of the wind, look, the gaze of the clouds Soar like this, and with the warm sun No longer at a loss ...... Forgetting the sorrows Where is my dream? You say, in the hometown That is the village of my mother The ginkgo tree. Jialing River ...... You say, in a faraway place That's my father's vicissitudes Old flat-bearer, bamboo basket ...... Go far away, go far away Wave away yesterday's vicissitudes Leave behind the original It's my hometown, it's my hometown The Sichuan River Horns sing a long time of love Spicy girls embroider purses There's not too much to wish for Just a loud voice from my mother Look at the mountains! Ah, the majesty of the mountains, see ah, the exuberance of the water, so wandering, with a dream, no longer despondent ...... embrace hope 2, dream By: anonymous Dreams, a noble bridge, regardless of whether it can ultimately reach the other side of the river, have a dream, and to pursue it, which has been a success, a kind of honor.
In the process of pursuing dreams, we are growing. How marvelous is youth! In this huge stage of youth, we can be a bird.
Just left the mother's embrace of a bird, the dream is the blue sky, we will try to rush to the blue sky, the dream is on the ground, we will be at best the ostrich on the ground. If we want to fly, fly to the blue sky more blue place, dream is that pair of wings! In the youth on this huge stage, we may just a spring, weak, thin just reached the ground.
The dream is the sea. We will struggle to converge to the sea, the dream stagnant on the ground, we will eventually be vaporized, no longer exist.
If we want to survive, survive wonderful, we have to go to the place that can accommodate us, find the value of survival, and tolerate into the social family inside to go, the dream is that powerful force! In the youth of this huge stage, we may still be just as slender as grass, can not fly and can not move. In the surrounding trees into forests of fierce competition for survival, fledgling, to the survival of the fittest, not strong but can be very tough.
Dreams are sunshine, with that perseverance and tenacity, sunshine everywhere. Without dreams, life may dry up quickly.
The dream that is the continuation of the spiritual power of life 3, dream By: anonymous Once, there was a small wish. Later, it became a dream that drifted with the wind.
In ignorance, the dream has long drifted away. In the confusion, I lost the direction of life.
In the obsession, I have spent a lot of time in the past. But I forgot the person who guided the street lamp.
Finally, in the wash of time, the epiphany, life told me to find the lost dream. So I searched for it and saw it beckoning to me in the distance.
That is the road to the dream. That was the intersection where I met my teenager.
Only this road is full of thorns. But life says that without cruelty, there is no courage.
Fortunately, a thousand times the pursuit, finally looked into it. From then on, it's all about the wind and the rain.
4. Dreams By: Anonymous My dream is a stranded ship, thin bones like wood, cracked and tired, mottled paint, broken masts, the layer of white sea salt is the pouring of dried tears Many times, I have also raised the sails to follow the call of the other side of the blue sea, toward the future, full of expectations, but as short as a cigarette, the roar of the wind and waves, such as the carnival of the beasts, time and time again, as the nightmare, a thousand holes and a few days, my life is a life that has been tossed around and dispersed, and I am happy to see it. My life is a smoke that drifts away from me, my future is a black abyss with no bottom, a dream that is separated from me, a sad regret, my sadness was predestined 10,000 years ago: unyielding souls have always gone through hardships. 5. Dreams by Anonymous I chase a piece of sunset, but still I can't catch up with the passing of the years, this era is always in my ears, the sound of the enchanting voice is always playing in my ears, my shadow is still obsessed with the colorful lights of the dance, and I still want to let that song flow out of my heart, to sip a bitter wine, to drink a bitter wine, to be in the mist, to be in the dark, to be in the dark, to be in the dark. A sip of bitter wine, looking at the future in a daze, whether it is life or death, can there be another dream that will flaunt this meteoric age, lost or reborn, I still can't find its main theme, I would like to give myself an excuse, when success falls, I've said to myself many times, that it's only an accident, and tomorrow comes quietly, the dream is not yet finished, dream, how should I love you, you have given me the vision of what is beautiful, my dream, now and then, I can't see it, I don't know, it's not a good idea.
5. Modern Poetry on Wishful Thinking
1. Wishful Thinking
Before I realized that you had changed
I left
with silent steps
on a rainy night
leaving unnoticeable footprints
in my eyes
your color was always so bright.
You look like the silence of the earth
Looking at the season
Whether there's a fire in your pupils
I really don't know
Sometimes I don't know what you're thinking
You look sadly into the distance
I don't know if it's because of your confusion or hopelessness
You won't let me know if it's because you've never been able to find your way.
You won't look back at me for a long time
Leaving you
I'll keep on wandering
Until I can't move my tired feet anymore
Until I'll face death directly
But if it's possible
No matter which way I live
I'll always leave you in the hall of bliss
I'll always leave you in the hall of bliss
I'll always leave you in the hall of bliss
I'll always leave you in the hall of bliss
I'll never forget you. p> Imagine you
forgetting me from now on
2.
The wish of the mountains is to be lofty, even more lofty
to be green again, to hold on to every unruly rock and stone
The wish of the roses is to be perched on the balcony of the city
to be budded again, and to let the years go by with no regrets
The wish of the fruit trees is to blossom, to bear fruits
The wish of the crops is to blossom, to bear fruits
The wish of the trees is to blossom, to bear fruits
The wish of the crops is to blossom, to bear fruits
The wish of the crops is that they should be in full bloom
The wish of the earth is that it should be full of mansions
I want to bring with me my courageous children and
my beloved ones who share my love
And my dear friends who share the same heart and soul
Those who are not in the same family, but are as close as family
O Sichuan, we are here
This is a city of the world's most important cities. We have come
from the land of China, from all corners of the world
We have come, trekking over the mountains and the waters
We have come, sculling and singing
to heal the scars of your
unbearable wounds
We will toil in these ruins
We will silently cultivate the rubble of this place
The fallen homes of the people of Sichuan
are the most important part of our lives. The fallen home
We will make her rise again in beauty
The soul that has been traumatized by a nightmare
We will give her peace and life again
We
will suffer and **** in this land of suffering
We
will shake the world in another way of earthly nirvana
Write a modern poem "Hope"
First, when I was a child, my hope was a lollipop in my hand, small and sweet, so sweet that I couldn't easily throw it away, even if I had a cavity in my teeth. When I grew up, my hope was a kite in my hand with a string, floating far away, but the wind stopped and I couldn't reach it, even if I was tired of running, but it didn't matter. There is nothing I can do even if I try my best, it's meaningless and now hope is a childhood dream beautiful and clear, but I have forgotten the original location even if I turn over the memories, I can not find the secret that can not be said that the seed of hope is buried in the childhood standing in the youth fell in the prime of life to memorialize the old age, in fact, hope has always been in the heart of the heart has not gone away secondly 62616964757a686964616fe78988e69d8331333262346464 When I was a child, I hoped to be the chrysalis in the spring, growing up under the shelter of my family, harvesting in the crying of the little rascals. When I grew up, I hoped to be the dazzling butterfly in the summer, growing up in the cold wind and cold rain, the thunder and lightning, and harvesting in the south of the colorful clouds after the wind and rain. In the autumn, hope is a fruitful garden, growing up under the expansion of ambition and desire, and harvesting in the contradictions of the desire to stop Now, hope is a happy silhouette in front of my eyes, hope is no longer selfish self-sowing and harvesting, and the harvest of others is also the fruit of one's own heart Summarize the first two, and summed up the last one When I was a child, hope was a lush green field in spring carrying countless small dreams and good hopes, thinking ahead and forgetting. After growing up, I hope it is the summer field full of flowers, hesitant in the dazzling picking and choosing, wanting to be in the front, doing in the back later, I hope it is the autumn field full of fruits, facing a pair of drunken eyes full of desire, harvest in this end, ambition in that end now, I hope it is the penniless and barren winter field in the eyes of the kindly thick nutrients and the power of the accumulation of the hope in the heart, hope in the heart! The end of the dedication of the ugly.