I generally don't appreciate modern poetry, and sometimes I think it's just concise words, with a few more carriage returns. Once I posted a circle of friends, a circle friend, copied the circle text, added a few carriage returns to that piece of text, and then sent it to me: You see this is not like a poem.
But "A Wild Flower" made me feel the poetry of modern poetry:
P.S. "A Wild Flower".
Chen Mengjia. A wild flower bloomed and fell in the moor, and did not think of this little life, and smiled at the sun, and the wisdom that God had given him he himself knew, and his joy, his poetry, shook lightly before the wind.
A wild flower bloomed and fell in the wasteland, and when he saw spring, he could not see his own insignificance, and he was accustomed to the gentleness of the wind, and he was accustomed to the howl of the wind, and even his own dreams were easy to forget.
Postscript: The sentence of the poem "I can't see my own insignificance" goes straight to the bottom of my heart. Finally, I can feel the imagery and metaphor of the poem, and the focus ......Make up two sets of pictures taken by yourself:
A small flower stuck to the ground, as if it had fallen there.
You can see its beauty when you get closer.
I think, like those ugly ducklings, we need to look differently.
He sees spring, but he can't see his own insignificance