Please help me find a modern poem

Modern poetry had many different styles and topics. However, you can refer to the following examples of modern poetry: Rainy Night drizzle Drenched the walls and my heart pitter-patter pitter-patter in the window wailed my missing like rain Keep flowing down I can't fall asleep because of me miss you I know this rainy night will never end because your existence makes me feel happiness and tranquillity (Translator:) The rain is falling on the wall and on my heart The sound of rain is yapping in the window and sorrowing with it I am dreaming of you like water are flowing in the rain I do not sleep because of me is thinking of you This rain night Never comes to an end Because your existence makes me happy and peaceful (All rights reserved, 2022 )

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There are many poems about fruits to refer to: Strawberry strawberry Strawberries are bright in color Sweet and juicy makes people salivate Mango mango The taste is sweet and rich The meat is delicate and soft Easy to eat, delicious Banana banana Rich in nutrients and easy to digest The taste is sweet and soft Become a good partner for a healthy life Orange orange rich in vitamin C The taste is fresh, sweet and sour It's good for your health. Eating more is no good Apple apple The apples are bright in color The taste is crisp and refreshing It's nutritious and beneficial to eat more Grape grape Delicious and juicy Rich in nutrition and good for health Eat more grapes to keep healthy Pomegranate pomegranate It tastes sweet and sour Rich in nutrients and vitamins Eat more pomegranate to keep your body healthy These poems described the beauty and deliciousness of fruits as well as their health benefits.

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Of course. Which poem are you looking for?

Of course. Which poem are you looking for?

Hongyan was a common image in ancient Chinese literature, usually depicted as a young and beautiful woman. In literary works, beauties were often used as symbols to represent beauty, youth, romance, and other meanings. The following is an ancient poem about beauties for reference: Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi At night, the east wind blows flowers and trees, and the stars fall like rain. Carved cars and precious horses are fragrant, the road is filled with the sound of phoenix and flute, the light of the teapot turns, and the dragon and fish dance all night. Moths, snow willows, golden threads of laughter, sweet and fragrant. Looking for him in the crowd thousands of times, suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light. This poem depicted the beautiful night of the Lantern Festival, in which the beauty was used as a symbol to represent beauty, youth, romance and other meanings. In the poem, the poet expressed his love and praise for beauties by describing beautiful night scenes and beautiful women.

Of course, I can help you translate a poem! The following is a possible translation: "Moored at Niushui, Recalling the Past" yang Wanli At night, there are no clouds in the blue sky. Climbing high, it is magnificent. The vast river between heaven and earth does not return. Yellow clouds, thousands of miles of wind, white waves, nine flowing snow mountains. Far away from the Heavenly Lake, the fireworks in March fell in Yangzhou. Here, the phrase " Climbing high to look at the vast river between heaven and earth without returning " could be translated as " Climbing high to look at the vast river between heaven and earth without returning." " Yangzhou in March with fireworks " could also be translated as " Yangzhou in March with fireworks to experience the prosperity of the city." If you need anything else, please let me know!

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This poem was from the " Song of Burying Flowers " in " Dream of the Red Chamber ". It described Lin Daiyu's feelings and emotions when she buried the flowers. The original text was as follows: Lin Daiyu, Lin Daiyu, buried flowers, sang and buried flowers. Flowers wither, flowers fly, the sky is red, the fragrance disappears, who can pity? The gossamer gently hangs on the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. In the boudoir, the daughter cherishes the sorrow of spring and evening, and has no place to release it. Hand hoe out of the embroidered curtain, bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pod are fragrant and beautiful, regardless of peaches floating and Li Fei; Peach and plum blossoms bloom again next year, who knows who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built. The swallows between the beams are too heartless! Next year, although the flowers can be pecked, but no one will leave the beam empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword, the sword When will the bright and beautiful beauty drift away, hard to find? Flowers bloom, easy to see, difficult to find, in front of the steps, worrying about killing the person who buried the flower I lean on my hoe alone, tears streaming down my face, blood on the branches above. The cuckoo is speechless, at dusk, carrying a hoe and returning to close the heavy door; The blue lamp shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping. Cold rain knocks on the window, and the quilt is not warm. Why do you blame me? half for pity and half for vexation. Love spring suddenly to anger suddenly to go to, but also silent to go not heard. Last night's sad song outside the court was the soul of flowers and birds? Flower soul, bird soul is always difficult to stay, birds are silent, flowers are ashamed; May I have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant mound at the end of the sky? It's better to put away the beautiful bones in a brocade bag and cover the romantic atmosphere with a handful of pure land. The quality of the original clean to clean, but also clean to go, but also strong than the mud into the ditch. Now that you're dead, I don't know when I'll be buried. I'm burying flowers now, people laugh at me for being silly. Who will bury me in another year? Look at the fading flowers in spring, when beauty dies of old age; Once spring is over, the beauty and the old flowers fall, and the people die without knowing it!