What modern poems are there?

1, Qinyuan Spring Snow

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.

2. Changsha Qinyuanchun

Modern: Mao Zedong?

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed;

The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.

The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow,

All kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

Took 100 couples on a trip,

Recalling the past, the years are thick.

Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom;

Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Guide the direction, inspire words,

Shit is Wan Huhou.

Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!

3. Song Qing

Modern: Rola Chen?

The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight.

You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.

4. Poems of Tiananmen Square

Contemporary: modern nameless?

Where can I find the soul of a hero in Kyushu? There are more perfumes than gods.

The heart is still in the spring of the old country, and there is no trace of the blue sky and bright moon.

Wanjia Temple is worried about the changes of the world, and the frost and snow on one shoulder pull floating dust.

Get rid of Dan Qing's amiable roast and keep a clear light to take pictures.

Step 5 "prepare"

Modern: Stone?

The moonlight was opened by a huge piano, an ocean,

Pass the overflowing sleep to the deepest ear,

The forested livers continue their journey.

Like a night god's swollen cloak, stepping on a short-lived branch,

Ah, here comes the gatherer! You stupid little hero.

At the entrance to heaven, why aren't your hands there?

Please hold the refill of my soul,

Get ready for the hoofbeat and the fluctuation of words-

This fast-drying thunder, like a stimulus,

Run west through the garden path.