Who can write poetry is urgently needed

Seven Words Poem Edition. Looking for fragrant grass outside the old city garden, the light dust gradually disappears.

The moon in the heart of the snow lake is on the floor, and the flying clouds and grass are still delicate in spring.

only said that the king was unintentional, and he was afraid that the concubine would suspect that the good day was good.

But the scenery is looking at the scenery, and the beauty is smiling for the time being.

Song Ci version of "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" (word brand name, name lz can be taken by yourself) look up, Qi Qi cut, string tone frost mirror.

The clear water flows for a long time, the wind and frost are tight, and the snow flies and the clouds are fixed.

The past came back to the night dream, and I was startled at the beginning of last night, and my tears wet my pillow, and I was worried.

I still miss the lonely city Lanjiao, the jade belt holds the crisp hand, and whispers.

Let the streamer pass, and the moon is cold and frosty several times.

The ruthless always teaches affection and bitterness, doubtful and uncertain.

I know how to clear the taste of sorrow, how can I welcome it?

Modern Poetry Edition. If you leave, my heart will be like the snow of March.

Drift in the golden sunlight.

Mermaid-like. Melt.

If you leave, my soul will be like the city of Loulan.

Collapsed in a roar of despair.

Heroically. Lonely cold.

If you leave, I will no longer doubt it.

No more helplessness, no more anything about you and where you are.

The existence of this world.

And my own name-

When our love has turned into.

golden foam in the sun;

When our love has become.

the ancient city that has collapsed;

That's the loss of myself.

At that time, I couldn't find it.

Engraved with you, me.

Engraved with the two of us.

Called the once of the soul.

The world is overwhelmed by the snow and the people of the nine cities reminiscing.

Lan Fei is unhindered, and the door is cold and suspicious.

If you are leaving, you will be silent and exhale.

Looking back and gazing, your love is undoubted.

The snow is falling, and the back is slowly drifting in.

Allure's laughter can never be forgotten.

There is a female love under the flower, and then the posture is up. The dancing sleeves are hanging down, and the eyes are charming. Laugh in the flowers. Don't know how to follow.

Suddenly. The night breeze is coming. Apricot blossoms mourn, pear blossoms fail, and Manxiang Spring Garden is difficult to be in the wolf.

Knowing alone is like fire, but hatred is like the sea.

Why should I mention the old things again, but I want to be sad.

The ideal is the pen, writing the light of life.

The ideal is light, illuminating the dark streets.

The ideal is the street, out of their own Hongnazheng Road.

Ideal is the road, leading you to success.

The ideal is the wind, blowing the sail of the heart's desire;

The ideal is the sail, the ship carrying the hope;

The ideal is a boat, swimming in the sea of knowledge;

The ideal is the sea, lapping the shore of happiness.

The ideal is to write the light of life with a sensitive pen.

The ideal is light, illuminating the dark streets.

The ideal is to go out of the street, out of your own way.

Ideals are the road that will lead you to success.

Lihu Lake is a quiet night. The moon and stars are scarce and empty, and the birds sleep silently at night.

The creek crashed into the stones in the canal, and the dark willow shook the evening wind.

Who's lark whispers to the whisper, and the grass is deep and weaves and quietly plays the kite.

The silver light is slightly away from the lake, and the pearl dew is cool and the leaves are born.

The grass did not dare to scare the sleeping butterflies, and the wet feet were afraid of provoking the frogs.

The solitary promenade leads to the secluded place, and the embankment and pavilion are lightly walked.

Meibu Xiangxue silver line hook, Quyuan view fish only shadow.

Meditate on Fan Gong and Xizi, don't disturb the morning glory Vega.

Embankment, corridor and pavilion are the characteristics of Lihu Lake, Meibu Xiangxue, Quyuan Fish Viewing and so on are Lihu Lake scenic spots, and Fan Li and Xi Shi are transplanted as the historical legends and stories of Lihu Lake.

Silent Night" Jade Rabbit quietly jumped, and the stars of Cancer were shining.

The frogs slept, the wind slept, and the cicadas busily shook off the dew from their wings.

The street lights are dim, the buildings are silent, the probes on the traffic posts are staring blankly at the intersection, and the asphalt road is snoring tiredly.

Only the trees, they were breathing happily, and the sap in the veins of the leaves was boiling like blood:

Tomorrow, we will welcome the baptism of sandstorms!

Please reward; Lonely and sleepless nights, only lovers can be leaned;

There is no fate around, and there is no one on the pillow;

Stay in the middle of the month, the more upset you are;

Sadly, I past, arrogant and reckless;

And there is no matchmaker, is it the night sky?

This five-word poem is the voice of my heart, the long night is long, when will I meet a beautiful woman. Please respect me!

Beautiful word

Night. Deep.

Scattered in the night.

Radiant light. Wind.

Blow. The shadows of the trees swayed on the walls.

Vague and mysterious. Rain.

Drop. The lake ripples.

Circles spread. Month.

Bright. Clothe the earth with a light veil.

Hazy and dreamy. Everything is unknown.

There is no way to know.

The ancient road in western Guangdong complained about the late horses, and asked the end of the south path, the sunset mountain temple, the cold wind was sorrowful, and the fallen leaves fell all over the ground.

Mo Dao Mingyue seems to be ruthless, and the brightness disturbs my heart, like that clear lotus, in the water**, plucking the half-moon qin. --Juvenile Tour.

Childhood, is a fresh song.

I use my tender hands.

Compose the days into a string of notes.

Jump between your fingers.

Childhood, is a pure blue painting.

I look at it with clear eyes.

Paint the years into a pure blue river.

Flowing in the heart.

In childhood, I picked it up in the rice fields.

That bunch of ears of rice.

In the long river of time.

Glows with golden light.

When time puts the color of melancholy.

Paint the time and space I have walked.

When living with strong hands.

Fill my heart with hardship.

Childhood, it was empty in my silent heart.

Singing in a low voice, cheering.

In the river of time, pearls are deposited.

I'm in the silence of the night.

String it together with great care.

Glittering necklace.

Brighten my whole mind and body.

Shimmer. I breathe for my being.

I opened my eyes wide and stretched out my arms.

What you can't touch is the breath that you can feel clearly.

Old love. It has become dust that has been peeled off with the years.

I tried to resist, I tried to hold on to the last of the lovesick feathers.

And my injuries only made me gasp.

I don't have any strength.

The night wants to bury me.

I tried to resist, I tried to dissolve the last of my melancholy with a forced smile.

And my strength has doomed me to loneliness.

Suction and vomiting. All the air is occupied by sadness.

Just want to cry. Fill the words with sadness.

But you can't stop it.

Miss the cream. My dreams shimmer with a glimmer.

It's more like a dying lamp.

The cold tried to move closer to me in the dark corners.

My heart. I will never forget the person who left quietly.

It was as if I was really just an alcoholic gambler.

Struggling will lose the last bit of the proud soul.

It seems that the time of water is over for a thousand years.

Generations have come back to the present.

Ask you to know each other.

The reunion is comforting.

The years are like a brood. Poor white man is not old.

Sighing alone makes people feel like the world.

A thousand cups of wine Guzheng qin.

The three generations are still pregnant with the king.

The sea is in the world.

And it is a rehearsal of the sound of the beam.

Falling ink. The horizontal knife immediately marched in front of the army.

Several battles for decades.

Expand the territory and show the majesty.

Fought countless battles to triumph.

The famous mountains of Lishui are endless.

Coming and going in a hurry, there is no time to watch.

I sigh that life is only a few years.

Full of sad tears.

Originated by Genghis Khan. Falling ink.