Classical modern poetry

Classical modern poetry:

Xu Zhimo (1897— 193 1 year)

Xu Zhimo is a modern poet and essayist. Crescent School is a representative poet and a member of Crescent Poetry Society. During his two years in Cambridge, he was deeply influenced by western education and romantic and aesthetical poets in Europe and America, and established his romantic poetic style. Representative works include Farewell to Cambridge and Cold Jade Night.

1. Say goodbye to Cambridge

I left quietly,

When I came softly;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the western clouds.

Golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

Shadows in the waves,

Ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud,

Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of Cambridge,

I would like to be an aquatic plant!

A pool in the shade of elm trees,

Not a clear spring,

It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,

Back to the greener grass,

Full of stars,

Play songs in a starry place.

But I can't play songs,

Quiet is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve,

Don't take away a cloud.

I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

In the light waves of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Her tenderness, my intoxication.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Her ingratitude, my sadness.

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!

I don't know the wind

Which direction does it blow—

In my dream,

Hazy is the light in a dream.

3. unexpected

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected to the center of your wave-

You shouldn't be surprised,

There's no need to be happy-

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I met in the dark sea,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You remember it well,

You'd better forget

The light that shines on each other at this intersection!

4.shian Nora- Japanese girl

The most is the gentleness of bowing,

Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.

Take care, take care,

There is sweet sadness in the treasure-

Shian, Nora.

Gu Cheng (1956— 1993)

Gu Cheng is an important representative poet of China misty poetry school, and is known as a contemporary "Left-leaning Romantic" poet. Gu Cheng has high attainments in new poetry, old-style poetry and fable poetry. The phrase "The night gave me black eyes/I used them to look for light" of his generation became a classic sentence in China's new poems.

5. A generation

The night gave me black eyes.

I use it to find the light.

6. Everywhere

you

Look back at me.

Look back at the clouds.

I think

You looked at me from a distance.

You observe the clouds up close.

7.alley

alley

It's curved and long.

There is no door

There are no windows.

I took an old key.

Knocking on the thick wall

8. In front of the door

How I wish there was a doorway.

In the morning, the sun shines on the grass.

We are standing.

Grab the door leaf

The door is low, but the sun is shining.

The grass is bearing seeds.

The wind shook the leaves.

We stood without talking.

It is very beautiful

There is a door, don't open it.

If it is ours, it will be very beautiful.

In the morning, I will wander at night.

We gave him the lyre.

We're not leaving.

We need land.

Need land that will never be destroyed

We are going to ride it.

Throughout life

This land is rugged and sometimes narrow.

However, it has a history.

There is the sky and the moon.

Dew and morning light

We love this land.

We are standing.

Digging with wooden shoes

The door is hot, too

We leaned gently, which was beautiful.

Grass behind the wall

It won't grow up, it just means

Sharp, touching the sun.

Dai Wangshu (1905— 1950)

Dai Wangshu is a famous modern poet in China and a representative of modern symbolism poetry in China. Because Rain Lane became a masterpiece, he was called "Rain Lane Poet".

9. Rain Lane

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color,

Lilac-like fragrance,

Sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sad and confused.

She wandered in the lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me,

In silence,

Cold, sad, melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes,

She floated by.

well

Sad and confused like a dream.

Floating like a dream

A lilac field,

I passed this girl by;

She left quietly, left,

A crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy path.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Remove her color,

Spread her fragrance,

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes,

Lilac is melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float over.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

10. Trouble

It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn.

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

If someone asks me what I'm worried about,

I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name,

If someone asks me what I am worried about:

They all say it's acacia in the far sea.

It is said to be the sadness of lonely autumn.

Forest (1904— 1955)

Lin is a famous architect, poet and writer in China. In terms of literature, he has written essays, poems, novels, plays, translations and letters. His representative works include You are April Day on Earth, Lotus Lantern and Ninety-nine Degrees. Among them, "You are April Day on Earth" is the most well-known and widely read.

1 1. You are April day on earth.

I said you are the April day of this world.

Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible

Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.

You are the cloud on the first day of April.

The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.

Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.

That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.

You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are

Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh

The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy

Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.

You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.

Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,

It's hope, you are April day on earth!

12. A few days after the rain

I like this rainy day,

The plain is covered with grass!

My heart is always floating in the wind,

The wind blows:

Blow away vanilla, fallen leaves,

Blow away a cloud, like smoke-

Like smoke.

be willing

I'd rather be a fallen leaf,

Let the rain fall everywhere;

Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky,

No longer connected with the earth.

But grab that sad sign,

To touch the disappointment that has not landed;

Twilight, night shift, tiptoe,

Everything is empty, without tenderness;

Forget the existence of this world; Have you;

Mourn for those who have loved;

Falling like a fallen flower, forgetting to go.

The emotion in these tears.

Nothing will be left until that day comes,

Less than an instant, a gust of wind.

Trace, you have to forget me, too

I live in this world.