Modern Poetry Recitation

Facing the sea, flowers blossom in spring

Haizi

From tomorrow, be a happy man

Feed the horses, chop the wood, and travel around the world

From tomorrow, care for the grain and the vegetables

I have a house, facing the sea, flowers blossom in spring

From tomorrow, correspond with every loved one

Tell them of my

I just want to face the sea and blossom in the spring

"This is also everything"

Shu Ting

Not all trees

are broken by storms;

Not all seeds

can't find the soil where they take root;

Not all true love

is lost in the deserts of human hearts;

Not all dreams

are lost to the deserts of human hearts.

Not all dreams

are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything

is as you say.

Not all flames

burn only themselves

and do not light up others;

Not all stars

indicate darkness

and do not report the dawn;

Not all songs

pass over the ear

and do not remain in the heart;

No, Not everything

is as you say!

Not everything that is called for has no echo;

Not everything that is lost cannot be compensated for;

Not everything that is abyssal is perdition;

Not everything that perishes covers the head of the weak;

Not everything that is mindful

can be trodden on and rotted in the mud;

Not everything that is consequential

are all tears and bloodmarks without showing joyful faces.

All the present breeds the future,

and all the future grows out of its yesterday.

Hope for it, and fight for it,

Put it all on your shoulders!

<<A Flowering Tree>>

Ximurong

How to make you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

For this

I have been begging in front of the Buddha for five hundred years

for the Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship

Buddha then transformed me into a tree

To grow on you.

Growing by the side of the road you must pass

In the sunlight

Discreetly full of flowers

Each of them is the hope I had in my past life

When you come near

Please listen carefully

The trembling leaves

Are the passion I've been waiting for

And when you finally pass by unnoticed

After you The fallen

Friends

That's not petals

That's my fading heart

"The Answer"

Bei Dao

Meanness is the passport of the mean,

Nobleness is the epitaph of the noble,

Behold the gilded sky

Which floats with the bent reflections of the dead. The reflection of the dead.

The glacial age is past,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope is found,

Why are there a thousand sails in the Dead Sea?

I came into the world,

With only paper, rope, and figure,

In order to read the voices of those condemned,

Before the judgment.

Tell you what, world

I-don't-phase-it!

Even if you have a thousand challengers at your feet,

then count me as the one thousand and one.

I don't believe that the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are false,

I don't believe that there is no retribution for death.

If the oceans are doomed to break their banks,

Let all the bitter waters pour into my heart,

If the land is doomed to rise,

Let mankind choose anew the peaks of existence.

New turns and shining stars,

are filling the unclouded sky.

That's five thousand years of hieroglyphics,

That's the eyes of the future people staring

"Believe in the Future"

Index Finger

When the cobwebs mercilessly censored my hearth

When the lingering smoke from the ashes sighed with the sadness of poverty

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of my disappointment

Writing with beautiful

With the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn swaying in the palm of my hand

I will write in the style of a child: Believe in the future

The reason why I firmly believe in the future

is that I believe in the eyes of the people of the future

The lashes of the people of the future

She has eyelashes that open up the dust of the history

She has the pupils of the eyes that can see through the chapters of the years

No matter what people think of our rotten flesh

The eyes of the people of the future

Why should they be so hard on the people?

Whether people send tears of emotion and deep sympathy to our decaying flesh and skin

the melancholy of our lost paths and the pain of our failures

or whether they give us scornful smiles and bitter taunts

I firmly believe that people will give us a passionate, objective, and fair assessment of our spine

those countless explorations, lost paths, failures, and successes

and that we will be the first to be recognized by the public.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment

Friends, believe firmly in the future

Believe in indomitable endeavor

Believe in youthfulness that triumphs over death

Believe in the future, and love life

To the Sea

Pushkin

Farewell, free primordials!

For the last time, before my eyes

Your blue waves roll and undulate,

Your proud beauty shimmers spectacularly.

As if the melancholy ramblings of a friend,

as if his parting moment of greeting,

For the last time, I listened to your

boisterous call, your somber spit.

O sea, the land of my whole heart's desire!

How often, on thy shores

I have wandered in silence and perplexity,

pondering my cherished desire.

Ah, how I love to hear your echoes,

The raspy voice, the song of the abyss,

I love to hear the hushed sounds of your twilight hours,

And the onset of your capricious temper!

The fisherman's tiny sail slips boldly between two teeth by virtue of

your temperamental protection

But if you rage and cannot be overcome,

the swarms of fishing boats are overwhelmed.

Until now, I have not been able to leave

this congealed rocky shore that bores me,

and I have not embraced you warmly, sea!

Nor have I let my poetic waves

run away with your ridges!

You were expecting, calling ...... me but I was bound,

My heart tried in vain to break away,

It was the stronger feelings that held me spellbound,

So I stayed on the shore......

< p>What is there to care? And where

now can I run on the straight path?

Only one thing in your desolation

May yet thrill my heart.

A crag, a glorious tomb ......

Where all sorts of great memories

Have sunk in cold dreams,

Ah, it was Napoleon who quenched there.

He has fallen into a long sleep of anguish.

Following him, another genius

Carried before us like a storm,

Ah, another master of our minds.

He went and made freedom in sorrow!

He left his laurels to the world.

So clamor, and rage for the sinister hour,

O sea! He used to sing for thee.

He was molded from your essence,

O sea, he was a reflection of your image;

He was deep, powerful, and brooding like you,

and he was stubborn like you.

The world is empty ...... Oh, ocean,

Where else can you take me now?

Everywhere, the fate of people is the same:

Where there is happiness, there must be education

Or tyrants watch very closely.

Farewell, sea! Your spectacular beauty

will never be forgotten by me;

I shall long, long listen to

your blast at dusk.

With my heart filled with thee, I shall carry

Thy mountain rocks, thy bays,

Thy light and shadow, the chatter of thy waves,

To the forests, to the silent wilderness.

"Beautiful Moods"

Ximurong

If life were a

sprinting train

Happiness and sorrow would be the

two tracks

closely following behind me

All the moments would be a hasty blur

Unless you could stop and look back from afar

And then you would have a chance to see what happened.

Only in the moment of looking back can you get a clear understanding of the pain, and so only when it's too late can you find the beauty of an unrepentant heart

Let's go and look for a light

Gu Cheng

We've traveled so far.

We went in search of a lamp

You said

It's behind the curtains

Surrounded by pure white walls

The wildflowers that move from the dusk

will turn into another color

Walked so far

We went in search of a lamp

You said

It's on a On a small station

Gazing at the wild grass around it

Letting the train ride by in silence

Taking gentle memories with it

Walking so far

We went in search of a light

You said

It's right next to the sea

Beautiful as a kumquat

And all the children who loved it

will grow up in the morning.

All the children who love it will grow up in the morning

We have traveled so far

We have gone in search of a light

"O Motherland, My Dear Motherland"

Shu Ting

I am a worn-out old waterwheel on your river

Spinning a tired song for centuries

I am a smoky miner's lamp on your forehead

Shining on your snailing through the tunnels of history

It is the light of a lamp on your forehead

that shines on you.

I am the shriveled ear of rice; the roadbed in disrepair

the barge on the silted beach

threading the rope deep

into your shoulders

- O motherland!

I am the poverty

I am the sorrow

I am the hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers

The painful hope

The flower on the sleeve of the Flying Sky

that has not fallen to the ground for thousands of years

- - O motherland

I am your new ideals

fresh from the cobwebs of myth

I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the blanket of snow

I am your smiling nest of tears

I am the freshly-painted, snow-white starting line

a scarlet dawn

that is erupting

-

- O motherland

I am the flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years.

-- O Motherland

I am one billionth of you

the sum of your 9.6 million squares

You feed

the confused me, the deep-thinking me, the seething me

with your bruised breasts

then from my flesh and blood

To gain

Your riches, your glory, your freedom

-- O Motherland

My dear Motherland

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