Poems about play are modern

1. Ask for a modern poem about travel

Travel

There are still some letters written to each other hidden in the chest of drawers

Although the handwriting is a little yellow, it can still be seen clearly

The sunshine makes the air fresh through the open window

Although there are a lot of laughter, they were all too young at that time

They never thought about the future well, but they were both willful

Only after quarreling. After you left, you missed the beautiful scenery along the way.

There will always be a voice that gently calls.

Why don't you let yourself be willful again to find the missing light and shadow.

I really want to ask if I missed the time.

Can you please grant my wish?

Just like the wind chime that is still responding to me.

Let the past go slowly. The sample will not hinder my longing eyes

and the sound of the breeze shaking the wind chimes will be more pleasant

Climbing on the roof with a clear sky

If you want to leave, don't make excuses to stop

Since you miss a lot about our past

, choose to let your heart travel again

to forget the love that doesn't belong to me

. Perhaps this will strengthen your desire for happiness. 2.

lift the wings to cover the losses.

come to the green pool.

*** to Baiyun Ya.

sound and appearance are attached.

feather purlin is winding.

Pingping plays Chunzhu.

frost and graupel go around the cold pool.

Pusha is connected to the shore.

the ting tree flutters over the pool.

visit here every year.

follow every year.

phoenix starts from Dan point.

one-way sycamore branches.

Hongyan comes to Zisai.

empty memory of rice and grain fertilizer.

I am tired of crying.

He Ming was injured and left.

what a pair of birds.

fly over the same forest.

brush tail qingjiangpu.

Zizania micrantha.

the article has a negative odd color.

what a nice sound.

I smell mandarin ducks.

there are mandarin ducks again.

hold it as a gift for beauty.

what a heart-to-heart relationship. 3. Poems describing amusement

1. Play here every year

Yuanyang Pian by Tang Chen Ziang

2. Play like a screen

Song Liuyong's

3. Play in the room

Tang Zhang said, "Reward Wei for offering wine and standing in succession, even the north stream of Youlong Gate, I suddenly miss Li Shan Bie

4. Childe Wang Sun plays freely

Tang Wan Qirong's "Three Days of Green Pond"

5. Like a screen, like an obstacle, I can play

Song Liuyong's "Phoenix Cup"

6. It is appropriate to play

Song Kang and "Ruihexian Ruiyan Floating in the Forbidden Garden" Have no intention of greedy play on a bright night

Song Zhang Zi's "Walking in the Imperial Street, Having no intention of greedy play on a bright night"

9. Everyone plays

Song Anonymous's "Swimming around the Pool"

1. And he plays in spring night

Song Anonymous's "Cherishing Nujiao without Calculation"

11. The same robe is not allowed to play together

Tang. Jinling used to play

Yuan Liangyin's Jade Butterfly in the afternoon and Yuan Xi

13, Geng Hu's playing in the water

Yuan Wang Zhe's "Cherishing the Fragrance"

14, the hill and playing at four o'clock

Yuan Wang Zhe's "Yong Yu Le Zou Gong Suo"

15, Play in the western suburbs

Yuan Wang Zhe's Seven Riders Chongyang Quanzhen Volume 11. 4. Poems about modern times

Airplanes

rumble,

big birds are flying in the sky.

Why can't they see their feathers?

They can still fly.

Ants feed

A mighty army of ants,

Sending troops to sand cen.

In a blink of an eye, there is no corpse left.

Cicada

After three or four years of penance in the underground,

the Tao once became immortal.

I don't know that troubles will eventually come,

the cicada can't finish singing.

The paper kite

The paper gentleman doesn't eat and enjoy himself, and

the spring breeze sends you to the sky.

Our factory works hard.

Although the silk screen escapes,

Dishes are hard to slip away. 5. Who has a poem describing the mood when going out to play

brodsky

The first day of September is Tuesday.

it rained all night.

all the birds flew back to the south.

how lonely and brave I am.

I didn't even watch them travel.

the lonely blue sky was shattered.

the rain covered its last bit of blue.

I don't need the south.

-fragment of a new poem for Augusta

On the washerwoman's bridge, you and I stood

like two long arms of a clock embracing at midnight, and then parting, not one day,

but day after day

-fragment of On the washerwoman's bridge

Pushkin <

For the last time, before my eyes,

your blue waves are rolling, and

your proud beauty is shining spectacularly.

Like a friend's melancholy murmur,

Like his farewell greeting,

For the last time, I listened to your

loud call and your gloomy vomit.

the country I am longing for with all my heart, the sea!

How often, on your shore,

I wander quietly and confusedly,

thinking hard about my cherished wish.

Oh, how I love to hear your echo,

the dumb voice, the song of the abyss,

I love to hear your silence at dusk,

and your wayward temper!

The fisherman's tiny sail glides boldly between his teeth with

your moody protection

,

But if you surge up and can't overcome it,

groups of fishing boats will be wiped out.

Up to now, I still can't leave

this solidified stone shore that annoys me.

I haven't embraced you warmly, sea!

I didn't let the waves of my poetry

run away with your ridge!

You were expecting and calling ... but I was tied.

My heart tried to break free in vain.

I was fascinated by stronger feelings.

So I stayed on the shore ...

What is there to cherish? Now, where

can I embark on an open path?

in your desolation, there is only one thing

that may still excite my heart.

A cliff, a glorious tomb ...

There, all kinds of great memories

have sunk in a cold dream,

Ah, Napoleon put them out there.

he has been sleeping in misery.

Following him, another genius

passed in front of us like a storm,

Ah, another master of our hearts.

He's gone, leaving freedom in tears!

he left his laurel crown to the world.

Make a noise, surging for the sinister weather,

Oh, the sea! He used to be in song for you.

He is molded by your essence,

O sea, he is the reflection of your image;

He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, and

He is as stubborn as you.

the world is empty ... oh, ocean,

where can you take me now?

Everywhere, people's fate is the same:

Where there is happiness, there must be education

or tyrants are very closely guarded.

goodbye, sea! Your spectacular beauty

will never be forgotten by me;

I will listen to your rumbling at dusk for a long, long time.

My heart is full of you. I will take

your rocks, your bay,

your light and shadow, and the chatter of your waves

to the forest and the silent wasteland.