Since the Book of Poetry, images such as wind, flowers, snow, and moon have jointly constructed the elegant realm of classical poetry. Although the Chinese language has undergone a process of vernacular, classical imagery has not passed, and under the pen of some poets, they have been written into modern poetry, retracing the classics in the way of modern Chinese.
Today, ten modern poems have been selected, let us feel the classical soul in modern Chinese poetry.
early summer
Gu cheng
The dark clouds were thinning out
I jumped out of the moon's round window
Skip piece by piece
Beautiful and quiet stagnant water
Back to the village
On the fresh dirt wall
The grass begins to grow
Every wooden door
It's all new
All as clean as acacia flowers
The window paper did not sound
Like a blank envelope
Don't believe me
Don't trust others either
Bring the ones who haven't woken up yet
Acacia flowers
Inserted in a pair of door knockers
Let everything start the story
All full of sweetness and wonder
Morning is approaching
Climb up the trees
I took off my straw hat
Remove the sheath of habit
Become one
Light green know
Yes, I'm going to bark
The rooster is old
Drop discolored feathers
All the little girls who got up early
They will go to the fields
Go pick the spring leftovers
Red cherry
And smile
Wait for the cuckoo to not come under the moon
Xu Zhimo
Look at the silent shadow of the bridge,
Count the ripples of the screw,
I leaned on the moss of the stone railing,
The moss cooled my heart;
Yue'er, you are off school bride shy,
Cover your glorious head with the brocade,
You stayed here last night, too.
Can you listen to her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the toramura temple tower,
Like the light waves of a dream,
Peace of mind about the rising tide of the sea,
A lonely boat that is still drifting!
Sparkling water, night meditation, leisurely thoughts,
Where is the amorous friend I love,
Wind fluttering, willow fluttering, Yu Qian Doudou,
A song that makes people remember the spring.
mistake
Zheng Shuyu
I hit Gangnam and walked by
The face that waits in the season is like the opening and falling of a lotus flower
The east wind does not come, and the willows in March do not fly
Your heart is like a little lonely city
The streets of Charu bluestone are late
The sound is silent, and the spring curtain in March is not revealed
Your heart is a small window tightly hidden
My Dada's horseshoe is beautiful mistake
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby...
Yanling Jizi hangs a sword
Yang Mu
I always hear the deep resentment of this hill
The initial drift was deliberate, how can it be explained
How much apathy gathers? That's it!
I dance for you
The depression of the water weeds and the desolation of the crescent moon
The stranger's late-coming clothes chased after my figure
Mocking my wasted swordplay. This arm on
And the old creations I forgot
Blood red when drunk
Like flowers in the sunset on the banks of the river
You and I sat dry in the hot sun
A pair of endangered Lotus: That was before the north tour
The coercion of Summer that grieves me the most
It is also the delicate singing voice of the Jiangnan women
With a slight pain of the needle and the suture of the thread
Sheath my sword
Make a promise of the South Spin gift...
Who knows the rouge of the north, qilu clothes crown
Reciting the poems three hundred competitions makes me become
A Confucian who never returns
Who knows I sealed the sword (people legend
You read it like that
Just died like this) only the seven holes of the hoop
Judas speaks darkly of my disillusionment after the Central Plains
In the early years, the bow horse sword was originally
A more important course than debating rhetoric
Since the master was in Chen Zai Cai
Zilu died violently, and Yu Xia entered Wei
We all ran in sorrow to the prince's mansion
So I sealed my sword, tied my hair, and recited three hundred poems
Like a Confucian who can speak well...
Oh Confucian, Confucian broken wrist to you gradually deepened
Tomb Forest, after which non-chivalrous and non-Confucian
The blue light of this sword may be brilliant for you and me
Lonely autumn nights
You died in Huairen, and I became ill as a fisherman
That tired paddler was
I was once arrogant and generous
twilight
In the afterglow
If dusk is a lonely pass
Ximen Guan towards the sunset
Hurried saddle guest, why
Don't see the entrance to the customs, only to see the exit?
As soon as I got out of the customs, I was ambushed
The sunset turned into a black flag
Turning back, the Simon is closed
———— wanted to ask the pawn on the butterfly several times
Only to see bats flapping up and down
Oh, an empty city
Golden Dragon Zen Temple
Ralph
Evening clock
It is a path for tourists to go down the mountain
Polscientes
Follow the white stone steps
Chewed all the way down
If there is snow here
And only see
A startled grey cicada
Put the lights in the mountains
A lamp
ignite
Getaway
Zhou Mengdi
There are fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun. The size of the carp is not known for thousands of miles. Transformed into a bird, its name is Peng; Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles; angry and flying... —— Zhuangzi
Dust off. Look back
The clouds turn white, and the waves rise;
Boundless and vast and empty
Zhan smiled like an echo
Left behind in my tracks.
From the cold beiming
I have a long back and long claws
Still lingering on the wetness of last night;
When the dream finally wakes up——
The haze was lifted, and it was a hundred feet of thunder.
Yesterday has sunk,
Even the snow tears of the fish people dried up;
Leaping Oh, my heart is in the cold
Gao Han is the big bottom eye
I was the moment when my eyes were unobstructed.
Not to pursue, but to pursue
Not beyond, but beyond
The clouds were tired, and there was a wind to hold on
The wind is tired, and there is a sea support
The sea is tired? Tired of?
Flying as the end
It still has to stop at flying.
The world is on my wing
Just as the rivers of the past are on my guts
Hao Hao Tianzhi is under my ribs...
Night
Chang Yao
O exiled poet
Is this good night yours?
Is this tender and sweet night that the newlywed endured belong to you?
No, there is no moonlight tonight, no flowers, no swans,
My fingers are stained with the smell of drizzle and grass,
But is even such a rainy night completely yours?
Yes, it's all mine.
But don't think that my love is full of plaque,
I take nutrients from the air and extract calcium from sunlight,
My beard is like the hair of an arrow,
And my love is as shy as night.
Ah, you've been talking to my friend since the night
Please hand me ten fingers of fiber in your plain hand.
Ho Man Si
Zhang Jujube
Who the hell is that? Sounds outside
Only possible outside. Your heart is unfathomable
There was an iron tree by the mossy well, and it entered the door
Why don't you come to me, just slip in
Under the wooden beams of dried fish hanging over, we once were
Together, you love me when I talk to Shui Bo
What are you tracking right now?
Why are you so cruel to me
We sometimes have back to back, Shaohua flowing water
I smooth the wrinkles on your forehead, and the palms of your hands are woven
And warmth; you and I would have been one thing
Enjoy another thing; paper windows, stars and pots
Who makes the eyes dizzy
One snowflake turns into two snowflakes
The fresh fish was open and bloody; you entered the door
Why not come and ask for warmth
Slippery, the hills outside the door silent
This is my tenth month of love
My time was married to a shadow
I take a bite of the fresh peach I picked myself and let you
Clean teeth also taste a bite, sweet
Make your whole body swell as grateful as you are
Why only your voice is speaking
Don't see the peel fruit you left behind for dinner
The empty coat was covered with ashes
I don't see your face, and the cigarette rises—
You don't have a face to face, to me?
Who the hell is that? Everything changes
It all starts with the fingers. Logging Tintin, remembered
In those postures of yours, a storm filled the pavilions
The wind was tense and abrupt
Not in the north nor in the south
Our yongdao was bitterly cold
If you're slowly moving forward
The horses were lazy, and the six ropes were overcast
If you're hurrying forward
The horses are graceful and the long whips are flying
February blossoms white flowers, you can't escape, where are you
rest
I watched over everywhere. If you tell me
How your arms fall, I'll tell you
How will you beckon again; if you tell me
You see something disappearing
I'll tell you which one you are
In ancient times
Zhai Yongming
In ancient times I could only do that
I don't know
We'll do it next time
Where will we meet
Now I'm going to your mailbox
Filled with stars, they're all pentagrams
They stand up and run for you
They are moored somewhere in the sky
I don't care
In ancient times, Aoyama strictly existed
When green water fell drunk at his feet
We just hugged each other in the fist
I know that there will be a period after that
Now you're flying around in the sky
The stars are running all over the sky, and touching you is like touching a sore spot
They're like countless patches to plug
A blue screen
They are not hysterical
How many poems did people write in ancient times?
In order to become a Laoshan Daoist through the wall
Through the air, through a cup of bamboo leaf green
Catch you more often
Their heads were broken and bleeding, and they fell to the ground
Now you are dialing a mobile phone number
It sends tens of thousands of flavors
It pours in someone's body fragrance
When a certain part trembles the whole world trembles
In ancient times we weren't like that
We just walked dozens of miles side by side
When the earrings clang, you smile
With our heads down, we walked a few dozen miles