1. Modern poems about land
I love this land Ai Qing If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat: This land is struck by the storm , this river that is always raging with our sorrow and indignation, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the extremely gentle dawn from the forest... - Then I died, and even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... "I Love This Land" was written in 1938 during the early days of the Anti-Japanese War. Author: Ai Qing (contemporary) Soil can be loose or hard, tangible or intangible. Soil has its own boundless body, stone as bones, and water. Build up hills and mountains for the blood under the dark sky, create lakes and seas, give birth to living things, give birth to all things, give birth to all human dreams, give birth to all green homes, report additional answer: Bare land (1) The rocks are exposed to the wind and frost, and the fragments that have been polished are flowing in the torrent. After the rain, you expose yourself to the blue sky (2) When your mother is shy, she dresses you with wild grass dotted with green leaves and red flowers. You often roll up your sleeves and expose yourself to the matchmaker (3) The dowry your mother gives you is not rich in gold, silver and jewelry. Your husband carefully touches you all over and exposes it on your face with disdain (4) Your children have the same yellow and black skin as you, and you use your muddy hands to bare them as they learn to walk (5) There is a son who envies the height of the rock You once told him that it was the grave of your grandfather exposed in your heart (6) Your daughters got married in the wind and rain, and you told them not to be afraid of accompanying the sea before they were exposed to the morning glow. Liu Zhanqiu, the land of China, did you know that gold is buried in this magical land? Like a string of lovesickness, strings of rhododendrons are red and purple, and the sigh of the goddess comes from the rapids of the Three Gorges. In winter, from the permafrost to the green coconut grove, the rose-colored waves caress the sand. Do you know this magical land, with yellow skin and black hair? Such a beautiful and honest character is as tenacious and brave as the lake water under the breeze, and like the Yangtze River flowing thousands of miles away. Joy is dancing under the frost-covered grapes, and the opportunity for revival has bloomed in the hard core. Note: "The Land of China" is selected from "Untitled Lyric Poems" ( Chongqing Publishing House 1986 edition). May's wheat field Haizi Haizi Brothers all over the world want to embrace in the wheat fields East, South, North and West Four brothers in the wheat fields, good brothers look back on the past and recite their own poems Want to embrace in the wheat fields Sometimes I am alone Sitting in the wheat field in May, I dreamed that the brothers saw the pebbles in their hometown rolling all over the river beach. The ever-curved sky at dusk filled the earth with sad villages. Sometimes I sat alone in the wheat field and recited Chinese poems to the brothers. No eyes or lips.
2. Who has a modern poem about land?
It is a piece of land that longs to be cultivated for survival
Looking forward to the time when the iron plow will plow through it
In my body
Sowing sunshine, lightning and strength
I survived the long and cold winter
The spring when everything revives and the vibrant summer Ah
In the autumn that should have been fruitful
I only harvested a basket of tears, sadness
and confusion
I It is a piece of land that longs to be cultivated for survival
I will choose to be in the silence of the night
In the roaring winter
The bitter fruits that come out
Touch and chew them one by one
I will still acquiesce
The plow of time plows through my body
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And like a farmer
Fantasizing about next year’s bumper harvest 3. Modern poems describing rural life
Dawn knocks on the door of night
The stars
began to tremble and shine
The farmers who got up early
enjoyed the tranquility alone in the fields
The sound of hoeing
awakens the fragrance of the soil
The leaning trees and the land
bend a beautiful arc
Imprinted in the slightest The shining sky
Only the farmers’ undulating backs
Constantly changing angles
The countryside, roads, wilderness and sky
Gradually Bright
Excerpt from "Dawn in the Countryside" by: Qixi Station
A few native chickens foraged for food leisurely
A few domestic dogs took a nap lazily
A few willow trees have wrinkled skin
A few wisps of cooking smoke slowly rise into the clouds
The fireworks have faded
The smell of the new year has faded
The young men and women disappeared
Only the old, weak, sick and disabled were left
And the tired countryside
The days of lively reunion were short
The late winter is still wreaking havoc
Left-behind children are waiting for school sadly
Sick old people are struggling to hold on
Tian Tai It's dry
The ground is too dry
The wheat seedlings are still slow to turn green
How I look forward to the spring breeze and spring rain
The warmth and nourishment of this helpless Countryside
Excerpt from "February Countryside" Author: Huaihe Liu 4. Poems about modernity
Airplanes
Rumbling,
Big Birds fly across the sky.
Why are there no feathers?
But they can still soar.
Ants looking for food
A mighty ant army,
Send troops to Shasha Cen.
Just saw the dead insects,
In the blink of an eye, there are no corpses left.
Cicada
Hard training After three or four years underground,
I became an immortal once I attained enlightenment.
Little did I know that troubles would always exist,
I could never finish singing the cicada.
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Paper Kite
Paper king is happy and happy without food,
The spring breeze will send you to the sky.
The string is broken intentionally or unintentionally,
The bridge drifts by the water in high winds.
The dish rack and the sky net are restored,
Our factory follows the Taoist heart.
Although the wire mesh is free of air ,
It’s hard for dishes to escape. 5. A complete collection of modern ancient poems about animals
1. Pigeon Hu Shi, the clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! There is a group of pigeons playing in the air. Watching them in twos and threes, going back and forth in circles, it seems like they are happy.
,--Suddenly, the ground turned over and reflected the sun. The white feathers lined the blue sky. It was very beautiful! 2. Old Crow Hu Shi 1 I get up early in the morning and stand in the corner of other people's houses and cry hoarsely. People dislike me and say I am unlucky: I can't murmur to please them! It was cold and windy for two days, and there was no branch to live on. I flew back and forth all day long, feeling cold and hungry all day long. I couldn't carry a scabbard and fly for others, nor could I let others tie it to the top of a bamboo pole. Earn a handful of yellow millet! 3. Silverbait is lying dormant in the vegetable market, in a Turkish-style women’s bathhouse. The whitebait is piled up into a soft white bed towel, with charming little eyes looking at it from all directions. The whitebait is a girl in first love. , Even my heart is exposed. 4. Snake. My loneliness is like a snake, silent and speechless. If you dream of it, be sure not to be afraid! It is my loyal companion, with a passionate homesickness in its heart; it misses the lush grassland - the rich black silk on your head. It passes by you gently like the moon shadow, and it takes you there. The dream came to me, like a crimson flower. 5. South China Tiger Bullman I saw a tiger in the small zoo in Guilin. I squeezed in the chattering crowd and looked into the cage through two iron fences. The tiger looked around for a long time, but never saw the tiger's colorful face and flame-like eyes. The tiger in the cage was lying peacefully in a corner with its back to the timid and desperate audience. Some people hit it with stones, some shouted at it, and some even yelled at it. No matter how hard you try to persuade him, he just ignores it! The long and thick tail is flicking leisurely, Oh, tiger, tiger in the cage, have you dreamed of the vast forest? Is it the soul of humiliation that is twitching? Or do you want to whip those poor and ridiculous viewers with your tail? Your strong legs are stretched out in all directions, and I see that every toe and claw of yours is broken and covered with thick blood! Were your toes and claws tied up and torn off alive? Or out of grief and anger, you used your equally broken teeth (I heard your teeth were cut off by an old hacksaw) to bite them into pieces with hot blood. I saw streaks of blood on the gray cement walls of the iron cage. I finally understood that the ravines were as dazzling as lightning. I left the zoo in shame. In a trance, I heard an earth-shattering roar. An unruly soul passed over my head and soared into the sky. I saw eyes like flames with streaks. . There are also huge and broken bloody toe claws! June 6, 1973. The green moth is a candle that dies beside a candle, a green light extinguished by the wind. The light of mist and the cold light will never be buried in the rainy night. I really should sing to you as my own lighthouse. Luffy Bird (Chen Jingrong) carries the sun on its back, carries the clouds on its back, and carries the wind on its back. Your wings become lighter because of this. When you fly lightly, the earth cannot remember its weight. The spiritual joy you bring In spring, a blue sky has just begun to cross my lonely window. From my tired shoulders, I unloaded the hard load: humiliation, hard labor, and several cold winters in prison. Cover it all completely, and use your joy singing; following your singing. Climbing onto your light wings, my life seems to turn into clouds, flying carefree in the sky. April 26, 1945 in Panxi, Chongqing 7. Bluebird Rongzi From ancient times - humans have been pursuing the bluebird, Bluebird, where are you? The young man said: The blue bird is on Cupid's arrow cluster. The middle-aged man said: The blue bird is accompanied by "Mammon". The old man said: Don't forget, the blue bird has a pair of wings that can fly. In 1950, the wild goose (white bird) Li) We are still alive, and we still want to fly in the boundless sky. The horizon has long been teasing us alive in the distance, retreating. We are constantly chasing, feeling that it is approaching, and when we raise our eyes, it is still so far away from the sky. The sky our ancestors flew is still vast and empty. An unchanging exhortation to us is still like the wings of our ancestors, beating on the wind and continuing a will into an endless nightmare in the black earth and mystery.
The future is just a horizon between the blue and bottomless sky, teasing us. We will slowly die in the pursuit, dying like the sunset that cools unconsciously. We still have to fly and continue to hang in the middle of the endless horizon, lonely like a piece of wind. The leafy and cold clouds stared at us coldly. 6. Poems about Populus euphratica in the desert can be written in ancient poems or modern poems, including who is the author
1. "Ode to Populus euphratica" Qing Dynasty. Lin Zexu
Populus euphratica grows everywhere in tree nests, and the sky and Severe cold makes fire. Wuchak is inexhaustible, and the fire in the prairie burns into the sky.
2. "Desert Populus euphratica" Contemporary·Xiong Dongyao
The glory has withered away and only the stubborn roots are left, still stretching to the end of the world. The whole character is exposed in three chapters, and the sand is thrown away thousands of miles and wastes one's energy.
Why are the clouds forming a formation? The lonely moon is reflected in the sky. There are many choices for the stove in the ice cave, but there is still no spare time to laugh at Songyun.
3. "Populus euphratica in the Desert" Author: Jiade
The wind and sand describe my loneliness, walking alone in the desert longing for the appearance of mirages, even a little oasis
Blood seeps into the gravel, and the long windy sand exposes the bones. The long story of waiting for the sound of camel bells makes my heart tremble
The bow-horned antelope in North Africa, the presence of rattlesnakes and wild ass in the desert, the Millennium Orchid in the Namib Desert Still there?
Fifteen hundred years ago, are there still unicorn flowers in Madagascar?
There is also camel thorn, angustifolia, my partner Apocynum, the heat of love in the desert. All hope in the desert
Even the only cactus will There is harmonious beauty and ever-changing postures like jasper in the yellow sand sea
The desert, my home, the ruins of the beautiful home under the sunset, without any sign of life
Broken The desolate stone pillars and tiles, the emptiness, misery and despair
I am in the wind with no rivers, no human beings, no family affection, no communication
Waiting to be swallowed by the wind, waiting for the baptism of acid rain, staring at the eternal Taihang The mysterious sunset
How do I interpret the eternal lone eagle circling? Without the stream, the thousand-year-old Populus euphratica
Forgetting, betrayal, indifference, and neglect have blown away happiness. The world of deserts and ruins is just Populus euphratica pointing directly at the blue sky. 7. Modern poems about cows
Ox
Bai Lianchun
Putting away the sails torn by the wind and the torn cables
Stopped in the hands of the farmers The farmer's wife and the blind mother< /p>
and their unborn daughter are carefully
mending the ox’s wounds. Its mast is still straight
The bones are exposed with the whiteness of snow and sailing on the rocks.
One spring, one summer and one autumn
The ox’s wounds are more like the waves under its feet than last year
Getting closer and closer to the sun and the door of heaven. In the
winter port farmers warm the hay on the soil
The river has been going eastward
The oxen walked on the backs of the oxen while eating hay
While drinking muddy water in this desolate evening
The wind on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau is tearing violently
The cattle know that on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau
The wind is called wind only when it is tearing at its back
The farmer is called a farmer only when it is in front of it
It is called a farmer when it is pulled like a boat
Cow
Wenxiao Village
No gorgeous decorations
No beautiful singing voice
No ambition
< p> No ambitionsLet the flowers bloom in spring
Let the songbirds sing in the forest
Let the lion be king in the wilderness
< p> Let the monkeys perform in the zooI am just guarding a piece of land
Step by step
Working silently
Not a cow, but It was a herd of cows
He Xiaozhu
It was indeed the same that day
First, a farmer brought a cow
for us to take pictures
Later other farmers heard about it
and also took their cattle out of the pen
and took them to the snow
Let us take pictures
The deputy county magistrate said, enough, enough
Don’t bring it in.
The reporters have no film
But the farmers Or bring out all the cows
They all want to take a picture of their own cows
8. Modern poetry about "When did the world turn swords into plowshares", No less than 300 words
The flames of war
have gradually gone away from us
The smoke of gunpowder
is still filled with the ruins of the past
Peace
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But it’s elusive
I don’t understand
What’s stopping this?
I just hope
One day
The world will be able to turn swords into plowshares.
Machiavelli once said: "War begins when you want it, but it does not end when you want it." "It is like fire, burning in the center, but it can spread everywhere and make the whole earth burn. So when can we forge swords into plowshares?"
I once remembered such a story. During World War II, many Jews were imprisoned in a Nazi concentration camp, and an innocent and lively little girl was also imprisoned here with her mother. But a few days later, the girl's mother was taken away and never came back. Whenever the girl asked about this, people told her: "I went to look for your father and he will be back soon." The girl believed it, but she did not escape the massacre by the Nazi soldiers, who would be buried alive. When the girl was about to be pushed into the pit, she said to the Nazi soldier: "Uncle executioner, can you please bury me shallower? Otherwise, my mother will not be found when she comes to find me." In the crowd. A cry of anger! In the face of true feelings, war seems so despicable. Why should we cause war? As Rabin said: "The cry of millions of people cannot compare with the pain of a mother who lost her son in the war." Let the world turn swords into plowshares.
The 20th century was a century of wars. The only two world wars in human history both occurred in this century. The First World War lasted four years and three months, affecting a population of more than 1.5 billion and causing more than 30 million military and civilian casualties. The Second World War lasted for six years, affected a population of 2 billion, and killed more than 70 million soldiers and civilians. In 1983, a Hungarian scientist announced a statistical result: In the 37 years after World War II, more than 470 local wars broke out in the world, and there were only 26 days without war. When will our world turn swords into plowshares?
I will never forget the tragic scenes during the war: the fire in the Old Summer Palace; when the Japanese massacred the residents of Lushun, corpses were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed; the Japanese took unarmed Chinese youths to the suburbs for execution Collective massacres; the poisonous gas rising into the sky during World War II, people's heart-rending cries; the eyes of those who longed to go to school but had dull expressions during the Palestinian-Israeli conflict... Let us have some righteousness and don't let this happen again. When will our world be able to turn swords into plowshares?
We will certainly not forget those who sacrificed their lives for the war. Brandt, the former Prime Minister of the Federal Republic of Germany, knelt in front of the monument to the Jewish victims in Warsaw in order to atone for his sins; the Japanese old man Hiroshi Oyama was under great pressure and spent most of his life questioning the Japanese government's war of aggression against China, only for justice and justice. Peace; Japanese Toshiro was a veteran who participated in the Nanjing Massacre, but after the 1980s, he came to Nanjing many times, sincerely apologized to people, and also published materials about the Nanjing Massacre. These make us unable to help but be moved by them, and let us contribute to the world by forging swords and plowshares.
War destroys not only cities, but also homes; war kills not only lives, but also beautiful humanity.
Ba Jin said: "Human hope is like an eternal star, and dark clouds cannot cover its light. Especially today, peace is not an ideal or a dream, it is the wish of all people."
So let the world beat its swords into plowshares. 9. Who wrote the modern poem "Pear Tree"
Modern poem "Pear Tree"
A pear tree in front of the door is usually inconspicuous, but now it is full of fruits. The branches were bent.
----Inscription
People only like you twice a year
Once for blooming and once for fruiting
Calculate carefully Come
It should be a month and a half
That is forty-five days
If a life is calculated as sixty years
It can be liked by others One hundred and twenty times
Ninety months, two thousand seven hundred days
If this calculation method holds true
I think this life is worth it
p>Written on July 23, 2016
About the author: Li Jiafeng, online name: River Walk, a former water conservancy worker, now retired.
He once lived at the source of three rivers and the ancestor of ten thousand mountains. He was in harmony with nature. He was broad-minded and heroic. He could swallow up the sky and encompass eight wastelands. His heart was free and easy, and he was free and elegant. Playing with the breeze of the mountain stream, singing about the snow-capped mountains and icy peaks, laughing about the hardships of the world, abandoning the helplessness of the world, and following the ups and downs of the world, I feel at ease.