Ask a few seniors who know poetry to help...

If you want to change it, it will be unrecognizable.

Haha, the stupid bird is Feipeng!

It doesn't seem to rhyme, poetry is not just a few sentences with the same number of words put together.

The stupid bird that flew first turned out to be not stupid!

The stupid bird that flies first admires you so much

The stupid bird that flies first, the master of the master, admires and admires.

Friends aren't belittling you, but your poems can't be changed at all.

I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it.

Strong, there are only two words - admiration.

Hehe, forget it, your masterpiece can't be changed!

It's all limericks! See for yourself!

It's a good slip of the tongue, hehe.

Please don't say "no" to me, little goddess of the flowers, we will go to the depths of the park tonight, but please let me be your boy Romeo.

Since twilight is coming, the world, stop spinning; The cuckoo in his bell has laryngitis, so he can't tell us what day it is. None of the other dancers had any answers, just you, me, the night, and a little black leather whip ......

It rained on Sunday and I was immersed in memories. The rain seems to inflate memories like nasty flowers, giving off a bitter and fragrant scent. There was one night I remembered:

We were all children, cuddling in a garden above the port. The rustling of rhododendrons, the aroma of citrus, the black dress she wore that absorbed all the starlight and moonlight; Not a single light reflected back, and she absorbed all my light in the same way. She has the softness and gentleness of my carob pod.

We used to be able to flirt and caress on the beach in the summer days. Seeing us kissing on the seaside promenade is a rare sight for your aunt Iphienia. Ah, you are not yet seventeen years old, and you are as delicate as an umbrella to me; Ah, if we could go back to the bright season of those years, and see our first love in our early years fluttering like a joyful summer kite, when we can't think of autumn and night, on the seashore of summer time.

Love is a whipping, kissing and bruising the tongue, hollowing out the heart; The teasing of the caress makes the ulcer's tissue crack. Come, Libchin, be my slave tonight, and the flick of that thick whip is an endless joy. Love regardless of skin color, my little slave; Because white skin and black skin are just different kinds of affection.

So at my feet, bow down and weep for me: even though the tears are dry, the grief will not go away.

Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my desire. My sins, my soul.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

You become transparent, leaving only my tears, dripping through your body.

That's kind of interesting. Very good.

In a factual and responsible manner, modern poetry needs rhyme, catchy reading, concise and clear expressions of one's feelings. If you write hazy poetry, pay attention to rhyme and observation of life, and this friend of yours will surely be able to excel in this area. Personal opinion, look at Haihan.

Poetry and love words Open the wonderful picture of Tang Dynasty poetry, you will find that there are some works that bypass those hot poets, but they can also show the peerless elegance of Tang poetry with their unique charm. These poems are the masterpieces of those poets' lives, and as future generations, we remember this name or a feeling precisely because of a poem. In my opinion, it is enough for these poets to write such a work in their lifetime, to leave it to themselves, to the years, and to the waves of the millennium.

"Fengqiao Night Park".

Zhang Ji The moon fell and the sky was full of frost, and Jiang Feng was sleeping.

Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

Zhang Ji, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has less than 50 poems that have been handed down, among which "Fengqiao Night Park" is the most prestigious. A long song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" writes the beauty of the spring night, while a short song "Fengqiao Night Park" just ends the autumn night. Because of this poem, Hanshan Temple has become a tourist attraction in Suzhou, that year I also stepped into the temple gate, lingering in the meantime, but unfortunately, in the bustle of tourists during the day, how can I experience the artistic conception of "the moon falls and cries, Jiangfeng fishing fire"?

"Yellow Crane Tower".

Cui Hao The people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, Fangcao bleak parrot island, where is the sunset township? The Yanbo River makes people sad.

Cui Hao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, a Jinshi in the Kaiyuan period, "All Tang Poems" includes 42 of his works, the most praised is "Yellow Crane Tower". If Hanshan Temple has attracted the attention of the world because of "Fengqiao Night Park", then the Yellow Crane Tower is also more famous because of Cui Hao's poem. Look, how powerful the charm of poetry is, a good poem is enough for us to remember a place, so that we are full of curiosity and yearning for the perfect combination of poetry and scenery.

"The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang".

Cui Hu In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Cui Hu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, has six poems in "All Tang Poems", and "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang" is the most widely circulated. Such a simple and easy-to-understand poem, but it can withstand careful appreciation, and then there are many waves in our hearts, which open the door of memory, stop at a certain node of time, we suddenly find that things are people and not everything, probably so.

"Liangzhou Ci".

Wang Han Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

Wang Han, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, has 14 poems in "All Tang Poems", of which "Liangzhou Ci Two Poems One of Them" is the most famous. Today, when we use "grape wine" to decorate sweet and pleasant social scenes, it is probably difficult to think that these words come from such a tragic poem. There is endless wine, endless homesickness, unretained lives, and inextinguishable pride.