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Anonymous users2024-02-06If the years go by, every day is full of happiness.
Who needs to pursue and who will.
On the lonely road with a song.
Soothe the wounds in your heart.
Who doesn't know. Spring is always a source of hope.
Every seed is a brilliant dream.
Rendered on flowering branches.
The fragrance of love. Who doesn't know the weeping willows by the river.
It is a line of poetry that is appreciated with swallows.
The rhyme of the breeze.
Always fluttering in the ears of amorous.
Who still misses the distance and misses the thick moonlight.
Intense as a millennium-old wine.
At that moment, I was the flute that sounded.
I am the echo of the footnote.
One after the other, one by one.
On the embankment of the heart Looking afar.
The first rays of sunlight rising.
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Anonymous users2024-02-05If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a bird.
Stop at the tree you pass.
Quietly staring at your familiar smiling face.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a stream.
Flowing through your window.
Feel your breath silently.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a fish.
In the fish tank you prepared for me.
Quietly watching your happy expression.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a snowman.
Stand before your door.
If each of us could have pure love.
Whoever needs roses, who will.
Trekking through dreams.
Find a home for love.
Who doesn't. Every day is a song.
Every word is a bouquet of flowers.
Like moonlight lingering in my heart.
Who wouldn't, on such an indulgent evening.
My heart melts in the night.
You and your loved ones are embracing each other in this flower.
They are eavesdropping on you.
Whispering.
Bloom the fragrance of love.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04Original. If every corner of the earth was filled with light.
Who needs stars, who will.
Gaze at night.
Look for distant comfort.
Who doesn't. Every day.
It's all a poem.
Every word is.
One star. Like a bee fluttering in the heart.
Who doesn't want to have a soft evening.
It's as soft as a lake.
Fireflies, sedan insects and stars swim among the water lily bushes.
Who doesn't love spring, when birds fall all over the branches.
Like stars falling all over the sky.
A twinkling sound floated from afar.
Clusters. White lilacs.
Hazy. If every corner of the earth was filled with light.
Who needs stars, who will.
Burning lonely in the cold.
Look for a little bit of hope.
Who wants. Year after year.
Always write poems of suffering.
Each one is a group of trembling stars.
Like ice and snow covering my heart.
Who wants to watch the night.
Frozen. Stiff as a piece of land.
The wind blows down one skinny star after another.
Who doesn't like fluttering flags, loves fire.
Golden stars welled up.
When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.
Go and shine where the sun can't.
Parse. Variations, is the ** term. Variation is one of the basic techniques of composition, that is, through decoration, changing the timing or rhythm, changing the direction or order of notes, changing the harmony or tonal color, etc., so that the ** maintains the original basic outline and appears in a changed appearance, which is called variation.
Compositions composed systematically using variations are called "variations", and their structure is "variations".
Star Variations.
The upper and lower stanzas of a poem use "stars" as the main image to express the theme of pursuing light, and the structure is symmetrical, and the basic sentence structure
Figures of speech. It is also the same or similar to some terms, and therefore has the same rhyme. However, in the next stanza of the poem, the situation and meaning change and form a strong contrast with the previous stanza, and the basic sentence structure and some diction also change.
This situation is like **, which not only maintains the original basic outline but also appears in a changed appearance, so that the upper and lower stanzas constitute the relationship between the theme and the variation. Therefore, the title of the poem is called "Star Variations", which can be described as veritable.
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Anonymous users2024-02-03If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a bird.
Stop at the tree you pass.
Quietly staring at your familiar smiling face.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a stream.
Flowing through your window.
Feel your breath silently.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a fish.
In the fish tank you prepared for me.
Quietly watching your happy expression.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a snowman.
Stand before your door.
If each of us could have pure love.
Whoever needs roses, who will.
Trek in your dreams.
Looking for Yinfeng, looking for potatoes and selling love.
Who wouldn't want to do it every day.
It's all one song.
Every word is a bouquet of flowers.
Like moonlight lingering in my heart.
Who wouldn't, on such an indulgent evening.
My heart melts in the night.
You and your loved ones are embracing each other in this flower.
They are eavesdropping on you.
Whispering.
Bloom the fragrance of love.
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Anonymous users2024-02-02If every corner of the earth was filled with milk.
Whoever needs cattle, who will.
Gaze at night.
Look for distant comfort.
Who doesn't. Every day.
It's all a poem.
Every word is a star.
Like a bee fluttering in the heart.
Who doesn't want to have a soft evening.
Soft as a pig.
Fireflies and cows swim among the water lily bushes.
Who doesn't like spring, when the cows fall all over the branches.
Like a pig's head falling into the sky.
A twinkling sound floated from afar.
Drops of white milk are hazy.
If every corner of the earth was filled with milk.
Whoever needs cattle, who will.
Burning lonely in the cold.
Seek a little bit of hope.
Who wants. Year after year.
Always write poems of suffering.
Each is a herd of trembling cows.
Like ice and snow covering a pig's head.
Who wants to watch the night freeze.
Stiff as a piece of land.
The wind blows down one skinny star after another.
Who doesn't like fluttering flags, loves fire.
Golden cows gushing out.
When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.
Go and shine where the sun can't.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01I'm sorry, I can't help you.
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