Modern Poetry and Ancient Poetry

The name "Modern Poetry" began to be used in 1953 when Ji Chun founded the Modern Poetry Society. Meaning of Modern Poetry:

1. Form is free

2. Connotation is open

3. Imagery is more important than rhetoric.

Comparison of "classical poetry" and "modern poetry": "Poetry" is a reflection of the mind. "Classical poetry is based on the poetic concept of "thinking without evil", expressing gentleness and sincerity, mourning without resentment, and emphasizing "between the solvable and the insolvable". "Modern poetry emphasizes the spirit of freedom and openness, and communicates "between the palpable and the impalpable" through frank statements of situation.

Characteristics of Modern Poetry

* Highly generalized, vividly figurative, intensely lyrical, and harmoniously musical, and formally arranged in lines.

The Ten Schools of the Modern Poetry Wave

* Realism

* Aestheticism

* Symbolism

* Neo-Romanticism

* Imagism

* Futurism

* Expressionism

* Surrealism

* Postmodernism

* Concretism

Development of Modern Poetry

Modern Chinese poetry can also be divided into two relatively independent stages:

* Modern Chinese poetry: poetry before the first half of the twentieth century is known as modern Chinese poetry

* Contemporary Chinese poetry: poetry after the second half of the twentieth century is known as contemporary Chinese poetry

Modern poetry Main genres

Crescent Moon School

A major school of poetry in the history of modern new poetry, the school is divided into two periods, before and after 1927 as the boundary. The first period began in the spring of 1926, with the Beijing-based "Morning Post Supplement? The main members were Wen Yiduo, Xu Zhimo, Zhu Xiang, Rao Mengkan, Sun Dayu, Liu Mengwei and so on. Dissatisfied with the style of "free poets" who neglected the poetic art after the May Fourth Movement, they advocated the new metrical poetry, advocated "rationality and moderation of emotion", opposed the tendency to indiscriminate sentimentalism and the loose culture of poems, and seriously explored the metricalization of the new poems in terms of both theory and practice. Wen Yiduo put forward the famous idea of "three beauties" in "The Metre of Poetry", i.e. "the beauty of music, the beauty of painting, and the beauty of architecture". Therefore, the Crescent Moon School is also known as the "New Metrical Poetry School". The Crescent School corrected the weaknesses of the early New Poetry, and brought New Poetry into a period of conscious creation. 1927, Hu Shi, Xu Zhimo, Wen Yiduo, Liang Shiqiu and others founded the Crescent Bookstore, and in the following year, the Crescent Monthly was founded, and the main activities of the Crescent School were transferred to Shanghai, which was the later stage of the Crescent School. The main activities of the "New Moon School" were transferred to Shanghai, and this was the late New Moon School. It took the monthly magazine "New Moon" and the quarterly "Poetry Magazine", which was founded in 1930, as its main positions, and the new members were Chen Mengjia, Fang Weide, and Bian Zhilin. In the later period, the Crescent School put forward the principles of "health" and "dignity", and insisted on the stance of "pure poetry", which was still ultra-utilitarian, self-expressive, and aristocratic, and emphasized "mellow and correct in nature, thoroughness in technique, and strictness in metre", but the artistic expression of the poems and the way of expressing the feelings were close to that of the Modernists.

The musical beauty of the "three beauties" refers to the fact that each stanza of the Crescent School's poetry has a different rhyme scheme, as if it were music. Architectural beauty refers to the format of the poem as if it were a building. The beauty of painting refers to the fact that each stanza of a Crescentist poem is a paintable picture. Modern Poetry ..........

Teach me how not to think of him

Liu Hanong

There are some slight clouds in the sky

There is some breeze blowing on the ground ah......

The breeze is blowing my hair

Teach me how not to think of him

Moonlight is in love with the ocean

The ocean is in love with the moonlight, ah......

This honey-like silver night

How can I not think of him

The flowers on the surface of the water flow slowly

The fish under the water swim slowly, ah......

Swallow, what do you say?

Tell me how I don't want to think about him

The dead trees are swaying in the cold wind

The wildfire is burning in the twilight, ah ......

The western sky is still a little bit cloudy

Tell me how I don't want to think about her.

Farewell Kangqiao

Xu Zhimo

Gently I left,

just as I gently came;

I gently waved my hand,

as I bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willows along the river

are the bride in the sunset

the colorful shadows in the waves,

swirling in my heart.

The green yellow floating heart on the soft mud,

oiled and waving at the bottom of the water;

in the soft waves of the Kang River,

I am willing to be a water plant

The pool under the shade of the trees,

is not a clear spring, it is a rainbow in the sky

crumbled between the floating algae,

deposited with rainbow-like dreams.

Dreams? Holding a pole,

To the grass is more green roaming,

Laden with a boat full of starlight,

In the starlight splendor to sing

However, I can not play the song,

Silence is the parting of the psaltery;

Summer bugs are also silent for me,

Silence is the Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I go,

just as I came quietly;

I wave my sleeve,

without taking away a cloud.

The Rainy Lane

Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in the long, long

and lonesome rainy lane,

I hoped that I would meet

a lilac-like

girl with a sad heart.

She has the color of lilacs,

the fragrance of lilacs,

the sadness of lilacs,

sadness in the rain,

sadness and wandering;

She wanders in the lonely rainy alleys,

with an umbrella in her hand

like me,

like me,

and I hope to meet a girl who has a sorrow like lilacs.

I hope to meet a girl with a sorrow like lilacs. Like me, she walked in silence

coldly, forlornly, and despondently.

She was a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world, a woman of the world.

She approached silently,

approached, and cast a

too-breathless gaze

She drifted by

like a dream,

like a dream, poignant and confused.

Like a dream drifting by

A lilac ground,

This wench drifted by me;

She was silently far away, far away,

To the decaying hedge-wall,

Walking down this rainy lane.

In the dirge of the rain,

dissipated her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, even her

taiyo-like vision

lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

wandering in the long, long

and lonesome rainy alleys,

I hoped to float past

a lilac-like

girl with sadness.

"Coal in the Furnace"

Guo Moruo

Ah, my young lady!

I will not fail you in your earnestness,

and you must not fail me in my thoughts.

I have burned to this likeness for my beloved one

!

Ah, my young lady!

Thou shouldst have known my former self?

Do you not think me a nigger reckless?

It is in my nigger's breast

that I have a heart of fire.

Ah, my young lady!

I think my predecessors

were useful pillars,

I have been buried alive in the earth for many years,

and only now have I been brought back to the light of day.

Ah, my young lady!

Since I have seen the light of day again,

I have often thought of my native land,

and I have burned to this likeness for my beloved ones

!

To the Oak Tree

Shouting

If I love thee--/I will never learn from the climbing lingonberry,/Borrowing thy high branches to flaunt thyself;

/If I love thee--/I will never learn from the infatuated bird,/Repeating monotonous songs for the The shade of green repeats its monotonous song;

/ Nor more than like a spring / That sends cool solace all year round;

/ Nor more than like a perilous peak,

/ That adds to your height, / To set off your majesty. / Or even daylight / Or even spring rain

/ No, these are not enough / I must be a kapok near you,

/ Standing with you as the image of a tree. /Roots that hold each other in the ground;

/leaves that touch each other in the clouds. /With every wind, we greet each other,

/But no one understands our words/You have your iron and bronze branches,

/Like a sword or a halberd;/I have my red flowers,

/Like a heavy sigh,

/Or a valiant torch/ We share the cold waves, the winds, the thunder and the lightning,

/We enjoy the mist, the mist, and the rainbows,

/ As if we were separated forever. As if forever parted, yet for life

/That's great love,/Firmness is here/Love/Not only your great body,

/And where you hold on,/The ground beneath your feet.

Streetlights in the sky

Guo Moruo

Far away/streetlights/are bright,

as if/flashing with/countless/stars.

The sky's /stars/ are present,

as if /lighting/ countless /streetlights.

I think there must be a /beautiful/ market in that /numerous/ sky

.

Some/ of the/ items/ displayed/ in the marketplace,

must be/ rare/ things/ not found/ in the world.

Look, / that shallow / river of heaven,

must be / not very / wide.

That / across the river / the Cowherd / the Weaving Maiden,

must be able / to ride the ox / to and fro.

I think/they/at this moment,

must be/at/the sky street/loitering.

If you don't believe me,/see/the shooting star,

it's them/carrying/the lantern/walking.

Ancient poem ......

(1) Ancient Poems Describing Spring

Tang He Zhizhang's "Winging the Willow" Jasper is made into a tree, ten thousand threads of green silk hang down. I don't know who cuts out the fine pairs, but the February spring breeze is like scissors.

Tang Han Yu, "Early Spring", "Presenting the Water Department Zhang XVIII", "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crispy, and the color of the grass is not available when you look at it from afar. The best thing about spring is that it is the best time of the year, and it is the best time of the year when the willows and the smoke are all over the kingdom

(2), the ancient poems describing the summer

Song? Lu You "early summer stanzas" have been red and purple has become dust, Bugu sound of summer new. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

Song. Yang Wanli, "Dawn out of the Jinci Temple to send Lin Zifang" After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red.

(3), describing the fall of the ancient poems

Du Mu's Autumn Sunset

Silver candles in the autumn light cold painting screen,

Light Luo small fan puffing streaming fireflies.

The night color in the sky street is as cool as water,

Lying down to see the stars of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden"

Du Mu's Mountain Walking

The stone path on the faraway cold mountain is slanting,

There is a home in the place where the white clouds are born.

Parking the car, I love the maple forest in the evening,

and the frost is redder than the flowers in February.

(4) Ancient poems describing winter

Tang Zhang Pian's Early Plum

Thousands of white jade stripes, over the village road by the stream bridge. I don't know if the flowers are sprouting near the water first, but I suspect that the snow has not yet disappeared after the winter.

Tang? Liu Zongyuan's "River Snow" is a poem about the birds flying away from a thousand mountains and the people disappearing along ten thousand paths. The boat Demoiselle, fishing alone in the cold river snow.

Border Poets and Poems ....

Lyrics of Liangzhou

Wang Han

Grapes and wine in a night-glowing cup,

Want to drink pipa and urge me to do so right away.

Drunk on the sands, the king does not laugh,

A few men have returned from ancient battles.

Ancient march from the army

Lee Chip

During the daytime, I climbed the mountain and looked at the beacon, and at dusk, I drank my horse by the river.

Pedestrians are in the darkness of the wind and sand, and the Princess Pipa has a lot of grievances.

There is no city or castle for miles and miles of camping, and the desert is full of snow and rain.

The geese fly nightly, and the tears of the Hu children fall.

It is said that the Jade Gate is still covered, so I should take my life away from it.

Year after year, the bones of the war are buried outside the barren wasteland, and the grapes are seen entering the Han family home.

From the Army

Wang Changling

The long clouds of the blue sea darken the snowy mountains,

The lonely city looks at the Jade Gate Pass.

Hundreds of battles in the yellow sand wear gold armor,

It will not return until it is broken.

The Song Under the Plateau (Two Songs)

Lu Lun

The darkness of the forest frightens the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.

The white feather is found in the stone ridge.

The geese flew high in the darkness of the moon, and Shan Yu fled at night.

The snow filled my bow and sword.

On the Seaside

Gao Shi

The Lulong Seaside is a place of loneliness.

There are thousands of miles of pavilions and beacons, and the Han soldiers are still preparing for Hu.

The dust of the border is rising in the northern sea, and the captives are driving south.

It is not a long time since I have been in this country, and it is not a long time since I have been in this country.

But in the past, General Li went out to the royal capital according to the festival.

The general swept the desert and captured the monarch in a single battle.

We are always grateful to you, and we are willing to do our best to help you.

Who will speak to me when I lean on my sword?