Modern poems about apologizing for a drunken slip of the tongue 1. Modern poems about what the heart wants
Presidential anecdotes
On a day of poverty
Even stones aspire to wonders
And thus the death of a Pakistani president
was blissful
One sees in the refraction of sunlight on that day
The condolences are exciting
But the terrorists' gaunt figures are seen. In the refraction of that day's sunlight
one saw the athletic figure of the terrorist
Condolences were exciting
but the cups that never belonged on the table
one just noticed
a fiery red comet
like a long-tailed fox
skimming from the roof of the low house
and at that moment a cup and a bowl jumped out of the water
and a glass of water was placed on the table.
Leaps out and shatters
The wooden bowls of the Little Hinggan Mountains
The monthly fluctuations in the earth's crust
are as frequent as menstruation
Just as the northern hemisphere faces another flooding
Pakistan
A land of deserts, castles, and veiled women, so easy to forget
Its king gently walks away
His king is a man of the world, and he is a man of the world. The king left gently
2. Modern Poems About Plum Blossoms
1. Plum Blossom Praise
Modern: Royal Spirit
You are the elf of the world of ice and snow
Blooming in the cold season
The bitter wind
Condensed you into a blood red
Dotted in the blush of the winter
The snowflakes are floating in the air
The plum blossoms have heard the call of someone
and have come to play
Plum blossoms, for whom are you so eager to come out
Have you ever thought about it
It's still too early for the spring to arrive
Look at the tops of the branches and the trees
The plum blossoms have been blooming in the winter, but they are still in bloom. You're already in full bloom
You're playing a joyful dance
You're playing a melodious flute
Spring hasn't even sprung yet
You're falling and fading
And you're already starting to Between laughter and tears
You melted into the earth with the snowflakes
You were mad, you were wronged
Spring's footsteps were so far away
You died in the cold
Why were you in such a hurry
Couldn't you stop for a moment
To see what spring looks like?
It is the will of the Green Emperor
You can only enjoy the solitude
You can't sing with the flowers
You don't fear the cold
You stand in the snow
Silently fulfilling your mission
3. The back of a plum blossom
Modern: Dai GaoShan
Suddenly I remembered. Forgetting your back
Like a rose that has been lost for years
In the dusk of the early spring drizzle
Paved with cold and messy clouds of smoke
I lost, a plum blossom of the back
I think of you dancing with a sword in the snow, the snowflakes
fluttered with a clean white silver light, silver light
As a long whistling, breaking the quiet of the early spring
I know, that the sword is a very good one, and I know that it's not the only thing that I can say.
I know that the red-sleeved nightmare
between the back of the hand and tilting the head, swept through
The rush of the past is countless, and when I look back
the rain and the tears are as hazy as each other
Gradually, my heart flowed into the March
I think that the spring sun is as bloody as the blood, and I think that
the spring flowers are as hot as the fire, and I think that the spring is as poetic as the poetry
5. Plum Blossom
Modern: True Love
When all the flowers are fading
only she blossoms beautifully
she monopolizes the scenery in the garden
and brings life to the winter garden
her sparse shadows
reflecting diagonally in the shallow water. Her shadows are reflected in the shallow water
Her clear, faint fragrance
floats in the hazy moonlight
The birds flying in the cold air
always love to peek at her beautiful face
The pink butterflies, if they knew that she had such a fragrance
would have been intoxicated by her beauty
Luckily for me I could have written a couple of poems
and become her intimate companion.
She doesn't need to sing on the fretboard
Much less some vulgar drunkard
To sully her noble form
3. Modern Poetry About Taking Gains And Losses Into Account
1. Life is like this, preoccupying, troubling, freeing, limiting; out of a journey, turning around to look at it, it's also active, magnificent; with the people you love and the people you love and the people you love and the people you love, you've got a lot to lose, you're not going to be able to get away with it. With the people you love and love you, with your favorite things and things you need to do, with the people who miss you and the people you miss; people this life is short, so let yourself healthy, happy, happy, and unintentionally drunk.
2, if, simple treatment of all, trust the lover's love, the partner's true, to the sweetness of things to think, frankly treating people, do not expect not to force, natural trouble, in fact, happy in their own hearts. 3, if life has not met, I still that I, occasionally dream, and then began to run around day after day, drowning in the hustle and bustle of the city.
I will not understand the world there is such a you, only you can make people recall, and only you will make me drunk. If life does not meet, I will not believe that there is a kind of people can never get tired of looking at, there is a kind of people once you know feel cozy.
4, look down, is the third realm of life. Everything is transcendent, everything looks down, this is the great wisdom.
You can put fame and fortune outside the world, all the world to look down, life after precipitation and experience, perhaps to reach this realm. The only way to get to this point is to look down, or money, or fame, and leave it all behind.
This is what kind of temperament, what kind of realm. The life of the short tens of years, the realization of self-worth and happiness of the sense of belonging, transcendental.
The third realm of life is to look down. 5, three cups of tea, two light wine, sunset, there is a wind.
I accompany you, and with this thousands of gestures and thousands of flavors and drink. 6, if there is an afterlife, to be a tree, stand into eternity, no sad and happy posture.
Half of it is peaceful in the soil, half of it flies in the wind, half of it spills shade, half of it bathes in sunlight, very silent, very proud, never rely on, never look for. The only way to get the most out of your life is to experience it, and only by understanding it will you be able to cherish it. There will always be a small private person who will make you smile the most, and there will always be a small private person who will make you feel the most pain.
Forget everything, is the best to treat yourself, a lot of work to look down on the good, the process of life is nothing more than loss and gain, look down on the easy, after all the light I do not know what I should be looking forward to? 8, people are not wise, who can not be wrong, look down on everything, everything will be a cloud of smoke, if you can not forget, calmly treasured in the deepest recesses of the heart, hidden to the light of the smoke and dust can not reach the place ...... 9, has always thought that happiness in the distance, in the future can be chased. Later, I realized that those who have embraced, held hands, sung songs, shed tears, loved people, the so-called once, is happiness.
In countless nights, said the words, played the phone, thinking of people, shed tears ...... seen or unseen touched, we have experienced, and then in the shuttle of time, everything has become eternal. 10, everything, are just theater, but is so true, who is not the protagonist in the life of anyone, are just life in a hurry to pass by, why y in the heart to keep in mind it? 11, used to use that false smile to cover up the inner pain.
12, we have fallen tears, some of which are indeed meaningless; however, there are some tears, ultimately clear a pair of eyes; and these tears, most of the tears of pain. 13, I began a person's life, no love life, a person walk a strange road, listen to strange songs, see strange people, however, unconsciously, I have already forgotten the flavor of love, that the so-called love, in my stage of the magnificent curtain call, permanent dust.
14, life, there are a lot of fleeting, like the farewell at the station, just embraced each other, turn their eyes have their own end of the world. A lot of times, you don't understand, I don't understand, just like this, talking about it changed, listening to listen to the tired, looking at the tired, followed by the following on the slow, walking on the loose, love love on the fade, thinking about it.
15, look down on everything, treat yourself well, everyone once experienced a lot of things, the future will have to do a lot of things, so learn to look down on some of the past sadness as well as the present troubles, and cherish the present. 16, look down on life should be the adjustment of the mentality: life in the world, when the understanding of the laws of heaven, life does not bring, death does not bring, the Great Wall is still there, do not see the year Qin Shi Huang.
17, look down on life, just peacefully satisfied with the labor of those who have to get, family and things smooth solace; look down on life, just bumpy disillusioned people's bad luck, the fate of the helpless; look down on life, just the success of the door of the retired cold, the world's cold sigh of frustration. 18, look down on life, should be contented, frankly face reality, calmly cope with hardship, calmly bear the hardship, less a loss, less a disturbance, more than one to meet, more than one happy! 19, look down on life, should be a mood relief: life is like a dream, when the knowledge of heavenly music, the wine song, life geometry, meet when you have to drink wine, have to high song and high song.
20, look down on life, should be the psychological orientation: half of life, when tomorrow reason, the mountains have high and low, people have high and low. If there is a life, there will be, if there is no life, do not force, 21, look down on life, should look down on fame and fortune, to lighten the honor, disgrace and loss.
Wealth has no intention of honoring or disgracing itself, and the virtue of accumulating blessings and making up for the labor of ease of mind. 22, look down on life, should adhere to the self, for their own life.
The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Not to tend to the trend, not to break the brow. 23, look down on life, to a calm and quiet attitude to life.
Half of life, when the fate of God, do not have to the past chagrin contempt, the future catty. There is no need to carry a heavy bag for the unknown destiny.
The weight is heavy. 24, look down on life, is a responsibility and obligation.
Half of life, when we know that the parents of the deep end of the difference, husband and wife of the righteousness of the separation. You should honor your parents, couple each other, care for your children, and take care of your family.
25, look down on life, is a realm and open-minded. The world of experience, some for, some for not, some fight, some do not fight, some seek, some do not seek.
Self-interest is not lightly lost, outside the interests of the body is not forced. 26, look down on life, is a kind of tolerance and release.
The body to treat people, to blame people's heart to blame themselves, forgive their own heart to forgive people, through all the tribulations of brothers in, meet a smile to end enmity.
The locked brow stretch, so that the long-lost laughter from the bottom of the heart, happy life, live from myself, live out of tolerance.
4. A complete list of poems about modern
1. "In the Shanghai-Hangzhou car" - Xu Zhimo Hurriedly! I'm in a hurry! A roll of smoke, a mountain, a few clouds, a stretch of water, a bridge, the sound of a scullery, a forest of pines, a clump of bamboos, a profusion of red leaves: the luscious fields, the luscious autumn scene, dreamlike, distinct, blurred, fading-- Haste, haste! Is it the wheel or the time? It's the wheel or the time? It's aging the face of autumn, aging life! I remember the first time we met under the apple tree, your dark cloudy hair was just tied up, and a comb was tilted on your head, and your face was like a flower, and you reached out your white hand with tenderness, and put the apple into my arms, and the blush of the autumn fruit was like our budding love, but I spat out a sigh, which fell softly on your temples, and I was so happy, that I could not see the cup of joyous love! The cup of joyful love is filled with your honeyed tenderness, and in that forest of apple trees, there is a natural path that blushes and asks me who first made it. If we had never met, perhaps our hearts would never have been heavy, and if we had never met, I'm afraid that our whole lives would never have been easy. One look is enough to make the heart swept by hurricane winds and deeper understand the scenery on the barren land One trip is enough to palliate a tiny heart Every time I look at the autumn water, I can't help but tear up How can we die with ease? How can we love without feeling indifferent? If we love each other once, we'll have no regrets in our lives. Rabindranath Tagore, do you have to go? The night is still, the darkness sleeps on the trees.
The terrace is brightly lit, the flowers are bright, and the young eyes are still awake. Traveler, must you go? We have not bound your feet with pleading arms, Your door is open, your horse is saddled at the gate.
If we have tried to block your way, it was only with our songs, and if we have tried to block you, it was only with our eyes. We can do nothing to keep you, traveler, but we have only tears.
What unquenchable fire burns in your eyes? What restless fervor runs through your blood? What call is there in the darkness that urges you on? What dreadful magic do you see in the stars of the sky, and is it the night that enters your silent and strange heart with its sealed messages? Weary heart, if thou lovest not a merry meeting, if thou must be quiet, we will put out our lamps, and play our harps no more. We will sit quietly in the darkness of the leaves, and the weary moon will shed its pale light on your window.
O traveler, what sleepless spirit has touched you from the heart of the night? If I am boiling water and you are tea, then your fragrance must depend on my tastelessness, so that your dryness, softly unfolds and spreads in me, so that my infiltration stretches your face, and I must be hot, even boiling, in order to dissolve in each other, we must be hidden in the water, looking at each other and entangled in the water, and only after a cup of tea can we decide to become a single color, no matter how much you float and float and hold on to the uncertainty of how to do it, and you will slowly (oh, gently) fall down and gather together. Then your bitterest tear will be my sweetest cup of tea. 6. "If I have no chance to meet you in this life" Tagore If I have no chance to meet you in this life, let me always feel that I hate not to meet you - let me never forget you, and let me wake up with this sorrowful pain in my dreams. When my days are spent in the world's bustle, and my hands are holding the daily winnings, let me always feel that I have gained nothing - let me never forget it, and let me wake up with this sorrowful pain in my dreams.
When I sit by the roadside, panting with fatigue, when I lay my bed in the dust, let me always remember that there is a long road ahead of me - let me never forget it, and let me carry this sorrowful pain with me in my waking and in my dreaming. When my house is decorated, and the flute is blown, and the laughter is loud, let me always feel that I have not invited you - let me never forget, and let me carry this sorrowful pain in my waking and dreaming.
7. "Tie a Heart String" Tagore The sound of your seven-stringed lute tumbles and changes. The strings of the lute have quietly tied a heart string to me.
From then on, my heart clangs with your music all year round, and my soul swirls with your melody. Your eyes shine with the light of my hope, and the fragrance of your flowers is mixed with my longing.
From now on, day and night, between your beautiful face, my heart will light up, blossom, and sway gently, and the shadow of my soul will appear on your face. 8, "my lover" Dai Wangshu I will tell you about my lover, my lover is a shy person, she is shy, with a peach-colored face, peach-colored lips, and a celestial blue heart.
She has big black eyes, big black eyes that don't dare to gaze at me ---- Not dare, that's because she's shy, and when I'm on her breast, you could say her eyes are changing color, the color of azure, the color of her heart. She has delicate hands, which will soothe me in times of trouble, and she has a clear and loving voice, which speaks to me only tenderly, so tenderly that it melts my heart.
She is a quiet and skillful maiden, who knows how to love one who loves her, but I can never say her name to you, for she is a shy lover.
For the sword can wear out its scabbard, and the soul has worn out its breast, and the heart must stop to breathe, and love must have its rest. Though the night has come for love, and soon, soon it will be day again, but in the world of moonlight, we are no longer roaming together.
1817.2.18 Translated by Zha Liang Zheng 10. "When You Pass Under My Window" Shu Ting When you pass under my window, bless me, for the light is still on. The light is on - in the darkness of the night, it is like a little drifting fishing fire.
You can envision my cottage as a boat pushed by a gale. But I am not sinking, because the light is still on.
The light is on - and when the curtains reflect the shadow, it means that I'm an old man, with no gestures of exuberance, and my back is more hunched than ever. But it is not my heart that has aged, for the light is on.
The lamp is on - it answers the questions from all directions with such passionate love.
5. Modern Poems About Horses
Dreaming of Horses in Tea Tea is yellowish, soaking a petal of the moon's shadow
Deep alleys, thick elm walls, the raspy sound of the wind
Temporarily bolting the dream, chewing on the past alone
Happiness or Hurt
Spring Breeze Grazing, Whip Down, Splash a Flower Scent
Summer Cicadas Frying the Summer, Medicine Becomes, Treating Two Types of Lives
The summer cicada frying summer, medicine becomes, treating two kinds of life
Pine branches, cypresses, think of the winter snow turning green
Get up, hang up the night
Look back, take back the heart
Tea is still warm, the courtyard is three times cleaner
Give yourself a loose tie
Dreams are still for the horse, and keep going east
I beat my horse and walk down the night street
I beat my horse and walk down the night street
I beat my horse and walk down the night street
I beat my horse and walk down the night street. A mysterious garden of flowers
With its wisteria-covered doorway open to me
A moonlit lotus is spreading
Her gentle arms
Gently embrace the spring breeze
I ride my horse through the streets of the night
Saddled and missed
Like the flaming mane of a horse
Whistling with the winds of the dawn
I can see that the winter is far away.
The winds of the dawn
A pink scarf
Winding its way through the straight and full morning
A dream that blossoms
I ride my horse through the streets of the night
Saddled with thoughts
As the sea rushes behind me
The wind-chasing waves sing behind me
Like a flock of angelic babies
Clustered in your whiteness, your beauty, and your grace.
In your arms you have earned your name
Through the veil of springtime
I see a land deep in the sun
Where the grass is green
Between the trees and the water
A pair of milky-white boots
Holding up the curves of the graceful and the soft
Like a fiery red flower girl
In my speeding line of sight bloomed
6. Modern Poems About Rose
"Rose"
Modern Ding Jindong
Often think of the gentle sting.
From the first time I forgot,
The moonlit night's shadow innocence,
The rolling dew innocence.
The green leaves with their heads bowed are often remembered,
From the left hand that we hold together,
The road that we walk is innocent,
The lips that are silent are innocent.
No more accepting strange flowers,
Your name makes my heart ache.
Unable to hold it in my palm,
I can only stay away.
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The main varieties are: pink group rose, large flowers, single petal, pink or rose-red, many flowers in clusters in the form of corymbs; lotus rose, flowers heavy, pink to peach, most clusters; seven sisters, flowers heavy, deep pink, often 7-10 clusters together, fragrant;
white jade hall, white flowers, heavy petals, often 7-10 clusters ; Japanese thornless rose, flowers white, single petal, many flowers in a village branch, open in clusters, fragrant; common rose, no characteristics.
Rose species, varieties, varieties of many, around the name is not consistent, people usually say the rose, just this kind of flower of the common name. Flower color is cream, gooseberry, golden yellow, pink, red, purple and black variety, flowers are large and small, heavy, single petal, but are clustered in the tip.