Original verses, original poems...

Happiness. Zhu Binghui.

If I understand you.

Don't be a simple white cloud.

Borrow cool raindrops.

They say they miss you, but they don't look for you.

Nor do I do amorous streams.

Meandering along the way.

Scented with flowers and plants.

I'm not a smart bird.

To every piece of green shade on Mo.

All send appreciative songs.

Nor is it a moth to a fire.

Over thousands of rivers and mountains.

Just to get a moment of light.

I'm going to make a steep mountain.

With a majestic body.

Weather the storm. I'm going to be a lonely tree.

With a strong soul.

Standing proudly. Until I die.

Die a natural death on the way to find you.

Please write on my tombstone.

This man has a happy life.

Here are some original verses:

1. The light gauze-like snowflakes fell on my shoulders, condensed into memories, and left your smile.

2. The white waves reflect the blue sky, and I stand on the shore and feel like I am part of the sea.

3. In the bustling city, I chase the withered petals, and the beauty of the past is no longer there, only the scars of memories remain.

4. When night falls, the stars twinkle, and thoughts pass through the long river of time, wandering between the distant past and the future.

5. The wind blows the fertile fields and dyes them golden, and the picture scroll stretches to the drunken wheat fragrance. Sweat farmland is diligent, and the harvest is in sight.

6. Morning exercise is light. Verdant flowers and trees, cicadas chirping. Take the town of Jinyu tail flicking lotus root flower red. Dancing pavilions weaving laughter, roaming the water pavilion and singing. The gulls and herons know the lead in the coarse.

Mulberry picking. Mandarin.

I've been looking for a new couch, leaning lightly on the pole. The shadow of the lamp.

The flowers and moons in the dream are unattainable.

Now it's finally a family, and the pen is a book. I want to read about it.

This is a happy fairy in the world. A cut plum.

Peach and plum blossoms sing to welcome late spring.

The water is murmuring. The tea is mellow.

A full moon should be abundant.

Floral-embroidered skirt. People help their neighbors.

Thousands of miles of goose feathers are true.

Friends come to visit. Sweep the house.

A glass of light wine chatters.

Sudoku chess piano. Poetry, painting, and prose.

Partridge day. Mandarin.

Spring water murmurs on the side of the road. This liquid is a partridge day.

The hyacinths on the shore are gorgeous, and the beauties in the hall are plain.

Look at the catkins and lean on the window. Turn on the TV to watch the frames.

I have no wish in my life, and I write a pen in front of the table.

Painting hall spring. Mandarin.

The peach blossom door is fragrant. Charming home red makeup.

The sun shines brightly in the windows. Just in time.

Beautiful women are easy to get, but husband and wife are difficult to love.

For the words of the secretary to be mad. What's the matter.

Partridge day. Mandarin.

The cold night is lonely and lonely.

Give the partridge day to the head of the king.

The spring breeze always lives at home.

Poetry is always annoying.

You wish it well. Shine on the Dan.

Climb the mountain early on a busy day.

Don't be distracted by the noise.

Travel all over the south of the Yangtze River and Sichuan.

Poppies. Mandarin.

Woo choking on the spring breeze.

Sit on the stone platform under the willow.

The ducks in the lake sing to the sky.

The years have long passed into the world.

The rising sun has been registered from the east.

Spirits are sluggish.

I hope that the peach blossoms will grow old and beautiful.

Look at the undead heart, everything is empty.

Spring breeze stone platform partridge day.

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

Yan Hong had no return, and cut off his winter clothes with tears.

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

The ice string is alone and has no emotion, and loses with the warbler at the bottom of the leaves.

Both of them are written by myself, please advise.

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

I don't see the bright moon to send the spring breeze, and the Jiangnan intestines are broken in the Acacia Pavilion.

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

Where to send colored notes, the mountains and rivers are wide and the road is nameless.

Expressing the feelings of longing for distant relatives, but not knowing where people are, so there is no place to believe. Drawing on Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

A yellow warbler sings a lonely willow, and it rains on the Shuangdong Bridge.

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

The bottom of the peach blossom fan is red and drunk, and the peony flowers are full of tears.

The curtain is light and cold, the smoke and rain are condensed, and the clouds are scattered and the warm sun is tilting.

Once the spring dream is soft with the wind, and it falls lovesick with the moon.

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Campus Night.

Zhu Binghui) is far away and the mountains are colored.

Boding light boat stops.

Smoke lantern lights under the willows.

The path is sparse and the stars are soft.

Moonrise flowers make shadows.

Lin Han Qingsheng was born.

The moss is a little green.

Tender grass in pebbles.

The wind blows the incense branches.

The windows are open and Hsinchu is messy.

Pure and desireless.

Meal dew drunk flowers.

Personally, I feel that since you created your own poems, you can make annotations for individual words yourself.

If I had to translate every sentence into the vernacular, I felt that it would destroy the mood of the poem, and I always felt that translating every sentence would be inferior to ......

Tears full of green shirts to tell Pingsheng.

Zhu Binghui) mist caged flowers crying.

The grass is green.

Long Pavilion step by step review.

Autumn water is like smoke and willows are sorrowful.

I'm a heartbreaker for the end of the world.

Floating like a fragrance.

I can't bear to go to Lanzhou Lingbo.

Tears full of green shirts to tell Pingsheng.

Year after year, month after month, Mo goes up.

The people of the morning and twilight are different.

Dew meets lovesickness.

The fate is the unfinished love in the previous life.

In the previous life, Siqing Ling Nong was old.

In this life, I would like to die for the Allure City.

A wisp away from the soul to send Chanjuan.

The flowers fall and the jade sleeps.

1."Moonlight at the Ferry".

The boat crossed the ferry with thousands of waves, and opened to the sky with a sad feeling.

The wind pulls the fallen leaves away with the wind, and the shadow is buried in the moonlight.

2."Dream Butterfly".

Walking alone in front of the green trees, the shade is warm and butterflies are in love.

Hearing the sound of dancing and flying by, I woke up and was disappointed.

3."Farewell".

The sky is gray and the night is blank, waving goodbye to tears.

The epiphany has first appeared, and it can only be done by the old dust of the full moon.

4."Remnants".

The cold blows on the face and the heart is overflowing, and the shadow wanders and puts the paper mandarin.

The spring thunder and rain fell on the mud and grass, and the line was broken, and the remnants of the wet eyes were shaken.

5."Sentimental".

The moon curtain is hazy and the stars are faint, and the mulberry is looking at the sky from afar.

Bow your head and hold your hand and mutter, only afraid that the dream is still broken.

Poetry Writing. It is required that the image is vivid and expressive, creating a beautiful artistic conception, the ideological content is profound, the sentences are highly condensed and concentrated, the generalization is strong, the beautiful image is vivid, the rhythm and rhythm are distinct, and the social life is highly concentrated, which embodies the author's strong thoughts and feelings, is full of imagination, the language is concise and vivid, and there is a distinct sense of rhythm. Poetry, as a literary genre, is mainly lyrical, narrative, or reasoning, rich in imagination, and it is also the oldest and most basic literary form in the world.

Artistic approach

Fu: It is a way of expressing things directly. Zhu Xi, a scholar of the Song Dynasty, said in the commentary of "Collected Poems": "The endowed person is perfunctory and straightforward. For example, "Ge Tan" and "Qiang" in the "Book of Songs" are used in this technique.

Ratio: It is to use metaphors to describe things and express thoughts and feelings. Liu Xian said in "Wenxin Carving Dragon Bixing":

And what is Biya? Cover the writing with the meaning, and threaten to cut the matter also. Zhu Xi said

Compare the other with this thing. For example, the "Book of Songs" and "Shuo Mouse" and other articles were written in this way.

Xing: It is the way to use the beginning of a certain thing to cause the thing to be described and the way to express thoughts and feelings. Kong Yingda of the Tang Dynasty said in "Mao's Poetry Justice":

Those who are excited, rise also. Take examples and quotes, start your own heart, and the poems and essays all lift the grass, trees, birds and beasts to see the people, all of them are interested. Zhu Xi pointed out more explicitly:

Those who are excited, preface other things to cause the words to be sung. For example, "Guan Ju" and "Tao Yao" in the "Book of Songs" are expressions of "Xing".

Analogy: Liu Xian, in the book "Wenxin Carving Dragon", said: Analogy is "or metaphor in sound, or square in appearance, or imitation in the heart, or in things."

There are many examples of these in the poems we have listed above. There is also a common technique in analogy, which is "anthropomorphism": anthropomorphism with objects, or anthropomorphism with people.

Symbolism is to support the words and aspirations of things, and to convey far-reaching meanings with specific images. For example, Yu Qian's "Lime Yin", Lu Youhe's "Fortune Operator Yongmei", and Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" all use vivid images to place their own life ideals or understanding of certain things.

The flowers are gone, and the dreams have fallen. When I went back to the mountain, it was already sad for my heart.