Find ten simple modern poems

Modern: Mao Zedong

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Translation:

The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snowflakes in Wan Li are floating. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only boundless whiteness left. The whole Yellow River immediately lost its rolling water potential. The mountains are dancing like silver snakes, and the hills on the plateau are running like many white elephants. They all want to try to compete with a higher god than themselves.

On a sunny day, it's especially nice to see the red sun and white snow complement each other. Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes fall in love. Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang and Han Wudi were slightly inferior to Wen Zhi. Emperor Taizong and Song Taizu were not so talented in literature.

Genghis Khan, the hero who dominated my life, only knew how to shoot an eagle with a bow. These characters are all in the past, and they can be called heroes who can make contributions, depending on today's people.

2. Man Jianghong lives in Beijing.

Modern: Qiu Jin

I live in the capital, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye.

The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are distinct, as if they had just been scrubbed.

Song Sifang finally broke Chu and tasted like Zhejiang for eight years.

They desperately want me to be a lady, but how dismissive I am!

In this life, although I can't be a man, join them. But my heart is stronger than a man's.

When I think of ordinary days, my heart is often hot for others.

Those laity, narrow-minded, how can you understand me? When a hero has no way out, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks.

Where can I find a bosom friend in this world of mortals? Tears wet the corners of my eyes.

Translation:

I stayed in Beijing for a short time, and in a blink of an eye it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are bright and clean, as if they had just been scrubbed. Singing in all directions gradually stopped, and I finally broke through the cage of my family like the Han Dynasty. Now I am thinking about a person's life in Zhejiang for eight years. They really want me to be a lady. In fact, how contemptuous I am!

Although I can't be a man in my life, I will join them. But my heart is stronger than men's. On weekdays, my heart always warms others. Those laity, narrow-minded, how can they understand me? When a hero has no way out, he will inevitably suffer hardships and setbacks. Where can I find a bosom friend in this world of mortals? Tears wet my skirt.

3, Wang Haichao, from Xiaoying.

Modern: Tan Sitong

Once I was in the sea, I came to the desert, and I closed the river four thousand miles away.

Bone talks about intestinal transition, eighteen years later.

Did you wake up from your spring dream? Singing alone in the drizzle of spring sails.

There is only one vase of flowers, and you don't have to accompany a few.

The Hanjiang River just disposed of the fish. What do you think of that dusty face?

Not because of people, but also because of looks. Is it because of drunkenness?

Draw your sword and sing. How many chivalrous bones do you want to rub?

Suddenly say that this person is me, open your eyes and look at others.

Translation:

I have traveled all over the north and south, and now I am in the northwest. I have experienced many mountains and rivers along the way. A person's appearance can't decide his fate. My inner sorrow and worry can't be described in words. Looking back, 18 years passed.

Can you wake up from the dream of spring? The drizzle moistens everything, and the spring breeze swells the sails. In this season full of vitality and hope, I am singing alone. There are only a few bottles of flowers left. A few bottles are enough.

I just came here from Hunan. I am weather-beaten and look at myself in a pair of glasses, but when I see that dusty face, the mirror will not feel the great change of its shape with people's wishes. Is it because my red face after drunkenness is just a change of shape? Draw a sword and want to sing loudly. How many chivalrous bones can stand the test? It's hard to believe that this person is me.

4. Man Fang Ting Sleeping Treasure Ancient City

Modern times: Wang Guowei

The water holds the solitary city, the clouds are far away, and the weeping willow stars crow.

At the beginning of the late tide, the setting sun overflowed and the sand was flat. Bai Niao walked away.

Beyond Tingzhou, it is infinite. The west wind rises and flowers fly like snow.

Ran Ran's sail is crooked, and the world is far away, but he still remembers the past, and the incense dust follows the horse.

The moon peeked at the car. Gradually, in the autumn mirror, change the years in the dark.

Even if this area is safe. Climb from the beginning.

What a nice person, a corner of Zhu Lou, leaning against the sunset alone.

Translation:

Running water surrounds the lonely city, the clouds in the distant sky have dispersed, and several crows are perched on the willow tree. That night, the tide receded, and there were ups and downs on the beach by the river. The setting sun shone on it, as if on the water waves. I don't know where Bai Niao started and flew away peacefully. There are endless reeds in Tingzhou, which is a shelter for waterfowl.

The west wind blew and the reeds danced. In the distance, a ship left Ran Ran, and the white sails became smaller and smaller until they disappeared from sight. Now in the distance, recalling the past. The Lantern Festival is so lively, the girl carriage and the bright moon are in the sky. Time has passed, and time is gone forever.

At that time, Huan Wen lamented that the willows he planted had long been useful, but people were old. Now I also have a feeling that where people are, I just climbed a tall building and leaned against the railing to watch the sunset, leaving me alone.

5. The title of Sanyi Tower

Modern: Lu Xun

Sanyi Pagoda was built by farmers in Sanyili, Zhabei, China and Shanghai.

Whether to fly to destroy the son of man, the well was destroyed, leaving only hungry pigeons. ?

I left the fire house with a great heart, and I finally left the tower to Miss Yingzhou.

A fine bird still dreams of holding a stone, and a fighter is sincere and strong.

The wave-snatching brothers are here, and when they meet, they laugh and forget the enmity.

Translation:

Dr. Nishimura lost his pigeon after the Shanghai War. He kept it all the time. At first it was peaceful, but in the end it left. Build a tower to hide, ask questions, and talk about distant feelings at a uniform rate.

Sanyi Pagoda is built to commemorate the rescued pigeon in Sanyili, Zhabei, China, and to bury its remains. This tower was built in Japan by local peace-loving farmers. Japanese robbers bombed Zhabei people in Shanghai, and hungry pigeons survived in the ruins.

I happened to meet a kind Japanese friend and brought this robbed owl back to Japan. When the dove died, a tower was built to commemorate it, and Japanese farmers often kept it in mind. If a dead pigeon wakes up from a dream, it will turn into a bird to fill the stone in the East China Sea. Destroy the seeds of hatred sown by war, and the Chinese and Japanese people will unite on the same enemy.

Dr. Makoto Nishimura rescued a pigeon that lost its home after the war in Shanghai and brought it back to Japan to feed it. It was fine at first, but the pigeon finally died. So he built a grave for pigeons and buried bones, and asked for poems for the completion of the grave, so he scribbled down these seven laws just to express his deep friendship.

6, sapphire case, Wuti book on the stage of Gusu.

Modern times: Wang Guowei

On the stage of Gusu, the five-body book dominates the left.

That's it today. Drunk, still hanging in the past.

Willow in the moon. At the Waterfront Castle, wanderers teach singing and dancing.

Wildflowers bloom all over the true mother's tomb, and the beauty of home is exposed.

Is the place where life wins. Thousands of years of poetry,

A handful of loess, miles of coldness.

Translation:

At sunset, crows wailed on Gusu stage. Where have all those ambitious careers gone now? After a drunkenness, I pay tribute to the past and the present. Willows in the moonlight, terraces and pavilions by the water, and girls who are learning to sing and dance.

The tomb of Zhen Niang is full of wild flowers, and the peerless beauty disappears from now on, like morning dew. How can I not waste my time? After many years, it will become the theme of writing poetry, even if it is an isolated grave, only accompanied by the cold in the grave.

7. Linjiang County, where is it?

Modern times: Wang Guowei

Where is the fleeting time?

Rustling is autumn again. It's getting dark, the grass is fading and the clouds are getting flat.

Where the sun shines, a tower rests on an isolated city.

Independent and desolate, who speaks? Looking back, the palace is magnificent.

The red wall was blurred in the fog. Helpless, I am the highest level.

Translation:

In an instant, youth has been lost, and the rustling of fallen leaves symbolizes the coming of autumn. The grass on the horizon has withered and yellow, and it is connected with the clouds on the horizon. As the sun sets, the sun shines through the gap, and the elongated tower shadow leans against the tower in the distance.

I stood alone in the cold wind, I didn't know where I was, but I didn't know who to say. When I suddenly turned around, the palace stood in the distance. The red palace wall is not clear in the fog. Standing in the afterglow of the sunset, I can't see all this clearly, but I am on a high place.

8, youth travel, Chuiyangmen

Modern times: Wang Guowei

Outside the weeping poplar door, in the shadow of a sparse lamp.

Ride the horse with the brim tilted. Purple cream is thick.

The bright moon is cold, and the torches scatter the crows.

Wake up and look at the west window.

Bamboo is mixed with the shadow of bamboo. The ups and downs of lyrics.

Vertical and horizontal scrolls, not with time.

Translation:

Hang down the yard, stop drinking and stopping the lights to see the guests off, get drunk and get on the horse, and the brim is not straight. On the road in the suburbs, the frost condenses, the pine trees on both sides are opposite, and a bright moon is in the sky. Walking with a torch in the middle of the night, crows living in the forest are awakened from time to time. When I woke up, I saw the lights shining on the west window.

The shadow of diplomatic mistakes. A pen can write brilliant lyrics, and there are countless books in my chest. Such talent and tolerance are exactly what a scholar pursues in life.

9, hoses, fallen flowers and flying flocs

Modern: Wen

Falling flowers and flying sheep are boundless, which is somewhat sad in ancient times.

The gap between the hairspring and the window shocked the bottom of the tree and left the world.

When I woke up from my dream, I looked in the mirror and two hairs were born.

There are grapes, wine, and hibiscus swords, all of which have a lifelong ambition.

I'm Ken Sebeck. I've been in Rou Hong Chen for twenty years.

Silent, a little green, wandering in the sky.

The sea is floating, and the castle in the air is heavy and green.

When Luan returns, the clouds look back and the west wind rises again.

Translation:

Falling flowers and flying catkins are floating in the vast expanse of no return, and people throughout the ages have countless sorrows. I woke up from a big dream and looked at myself in the mirror, and my white hair was born. Ambition in life is hard to pay, and there is no point in having grapes, wine and hibiscus sword.

I am a tired guest in Chang 'an, and I still have nothing to do after wandering in the world of mortals for 20 years. Spider silk was covered with cracks in the window, and the wind suddenly blew out of the window. The world has changed. Thousands of sorrows are in my heart, but I am silent. I only wander in the sky with my blue light. The sea is floating, the castle in the air is heavy green, and the fairy rides away on a phoenix bird. The west wind is back, and the reality is devastated.

10, jade case, autumn scenery in Jiangnan.

Modern times: Wang Guowei

Autumn in Jiangnan is a quiet thing.

Countless mud. Day by day Canglang Pavilion binjiang road.

Under the west wind forest and under the setting sun, I went alone to find poetry.

Compassion and sorrow are accompanied by leisure. Wait for the dust to be cut off.

The shadow of the light is the narrowest. Doing nothing.

Busy with love, it's raining in the west building.

Translation:

Autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is almost over like the sunset, but there are still many scenery to count. Every day, I look for inspiration to write poetry in the Woods outside Canglang Pavilion in the sunset.

Unfortunately, sadness always comes with leisure. Just when I wanted to stop worrying, I saw it was almost dawn. The troubles in leisure and the taste in busyness are all melted in the rain outside the West Building.