Chinese modern and contemporary poems are those

1. Encounter in Illusion

Author Wen Yiduo? Dynasty Modern

The sun set, the duty closed its eyes,

The hazy darkness of the house poignant sour silence,

hooked up a kind of feelings if not feelings,

--between happiness and sadness at the bottom of the twilight.

It was as if a cluster of white clouds, indistinct,

was embraced by a crane with a plain cloak and a vermilion crown,

dipping in the moonlight that flowed in just now,

was he the one who looked so graceful?

We had not yet uttered a single sound,

I had just touched his garment thoughtlessly,

and many secrets, like the running river,

were rushing back and forth from this touch.

Suddenly I want to ask him who he really is,

Push up the head ...... where is the moon? Where is the man?

From then on the hideous darkness, the roaring silence,

then disturbed me tossing and turning in the empty bed, sleepless through the night.

2, "The Lonely Geese"

Author Wen Yiduo? Dynasty Modern Times

The unfortunate lone guest who has lost his flock!

Who taught you to abandon your old partner,

To break up the formation,

To stray to this watery country's absolute blockade,

Sparing the inches and limbs of your sadness,

Sobbing out the boundless sorrows?

Ah! From the dense curtain of floating clouds,

there burst forth such a mournful voice,

such anguish! Such passion!

Lonely stragglers!

No need to yell out to yo!

Thee, in the thunder of the sea,

is not worth the splash of the head of the wave

that breaks the froth!

O poor lonely soul!

Much less need to look back toward heaven.

The sky is an endless secret,

a blue riddle,

too hard to be guessed by you.

Nor must you bow to the sea.

This malignant man who insults the high heavens,

his salty briny spittle

must not impregnate your wings,

and stick to your journey!

O stray lone bird!

Where on earth do you fly?

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean,

do you know what is there?

Ah! That is the territory of the eagle, the king of the birds of prey!

His sharp fingers and claws

have torn the face of nature,

and built nests of wealth.

There is only steel and iron machinery,

Drunk with the blood of the weak,

Spitting out that sinful black smoke,

Painting me with space, shutting out the sun and moon,

Teaching you to fly without knowing where to go,

Resting to go and there is no place to hide ah!

O stragglers!

Where are you going?

O bird that follows the sun!

O chaser of light!

Don't believe that the fishy slaughterhouse,

the dark smoky hearth,

could have attracted your trail!

Return, lost soul!

Return to join your companions,

and replenish their array!

They are looking at you with their necks drawn up.

Return to lie down in the frosty rushes,

where the westerly winds,

have made a mattress of fuzzy rushes,

to warm your sweet dreams.

Returning to the gentle harbor,

there is your bathtub.

Returning to wander on the flat sand lapped by the waves,

Taking advantage of the silver moonlight

To tease your shadow.

Return, stray fowl!

Instead of staying here in this watery country,

spilling the tearing off of limbs,

sobbing out the endless sour dreams,

would it be better to return to your home?

Ah! But the unbridled fury

has carried me onward and onward;

and I have a letter on my foot,

how can I throw away my mission,

and return by my heart

with my wings to my home?

3. "Dead Water"

Author Wen Yiduo? Modern Times

This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

The breeze can't blow the ripples.

How about throwing more broken copper and iron,

Cool splash your leftovers.

Perhaps the copper to green into emerald,

The iron pot rusted out a few petals of peach blossom;

And then let the grease weave a layer of Luo Yi,

Mold to him to steam out some clouds.

Let the stagnant water leaven into a ditch of green wine,

drifting with pearl-like white foam;

The little beads laugh and turn into big beads,

and are bitten through by the flower mosquitoes that steal the wine.

Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

qualifies for a few moments of starkness.

If the frogs can't stand the loneliness,

And count the stagnant water called out a song.

This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

Here is no place for beauty,

It would be better to let the ugliness reclaim it,

and see what kind of world it makes.

4. Nostalgia

Author Yu Guangzhong? Dynasty Modern Times

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp,

I was at this end and my mother was at that end.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket,

I was at this end, my bride was at that end.

Later, nostalgia was a short grave,

I was on the outside and my mother was on the inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait,

I am at this end, the mainland is at that end.

5. "Still"

Author Lin Huiyin? Modern times

You stretch like a lake toward the clear sky

white clouds, but also like a stream of cold water, clarification

Permit me to follow the shore of the forest to explore the source of your fountain:

But I am still harboring a hundred suspicions

On each of your reflections!

You unfold like a flower of a thousand petals!

The freshness is yours, each petal, more fragrant,

The warmth of the flowery air, accompanied by the evening cool:

I say flowers, this is exactly the spring's trickster,

to steal people's infatuation!

You again learn from the leafy pages of books blowing in the wind,

revealing your every deep thought; every corner of your mind,

your eyes look at me, constantly talking:

I, however, still have no answer, a piece of silence

always guarding my soul.

References:

Baidu Encyclopedia - Famous Contemporary Poetry