There is no better lyric poetry, both modern and ancient

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

1, "Jin Se".

Don Li Shangyin.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be remembered by Wan Wan, but it was already clear at the time.

2, "Autumn Breeze".

Don Lee Bai. The autumn breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright.

The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened.

Lovesickness knows when it will be, and it is embarrassing to be embarrassed at this time.

3. "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems".

Qing Gong Zizhen.

The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

4, "Feeling of the Moon".

Don Bai Juyi.

In times of difficulty, the world is empty, and the brothers are bound to travel to the west and the east.

After the countryside was deserted, the flesh and blood were displaced from the road.

The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of geese, and the roots of the words are scattered as nine autumn pengs.

Looking at the bright moon together, we should cry, and the hometown heart is the same in five places overnight.

5, "Drama Asks Huamen Restaurant".

Don Cen Shen. The old man is still selling wine in his seventies, and thousands of pots and hundreds of urns are at the door.

The elm pods are still like money, are you willing to pick up the wine?

6, "Youth Tour".

Song Yan said.

The most important thing is that the east and west are flowing water, and the two meet in the end.

The shallow love is like the end, the clouds are uncertain, and it is still in the soul of a dream.

Pitiful, thinner than clouds, good will be more difficult.

If you think about it, there are many broken intestines, and it is not the same as this time.

Shu Road is difficult, and there will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

I would like to get to know you.

The mountains are edgeless, and the heaven and earth are together, and they dare to be with you.

I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads are inseparable.

If you have to become more than your eyes, why not die, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of clarity in the heart.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Modern poems about lyricism are as follows:

1. No rain flowers still fall, no wind floc flies, if this life is a flower, it will bloom happily, no regrets wither; If this life is a flocculent, it will be content with the branches, and finally flutter in a chic manner. Time is like a light old man's smoke, no matter whether life is prosperous or withering, dedicate its own fragrance, protect the peace of life, calm down, and tolerate everything with an ordinary heart. Come into this world and settle in this present world.

2. Be grateful to the teacher, just like the grass is grateful for the vast land. It is they who inspire us with their pure and selfless dedication and dedication, and give us comfort and encouragement again and again. In the journey of life, it is not necessarily as you want everywhere, which requires maintaining a dull heart, although some things will be a little difficult to let go, but we must face this mottled gain and loss.

3. The autumn wind is strong, the four seas know each other little, and the five lakes are lonely. Giving up ordinary masters, but knowing the way of the world? Sweat stains green shirts, and blood is not afraid of hardship. Horses gallop into the wilderness, eagles spread their wings. Zheng Min stepped on one side of the soil, and there was a sky above his head. In the dark world, the coming day will be a talent!

4. Autumn rain is a golden year of poetry with tears, and rain is actually a mood. The light rain is fresh, natural and moving, and the coolness is a kind of warmth and a kind of longing.

5. In the face of the dark desperate situation, as long as you learn to grit your teeth, face it calmly, and let go of the meaningless baggage, an excellent report card will be waiting for you at the end of your life!

The following are all Nalan Xingde's words, I personally think his words are very good, you can go and see all his words.

Like a dream, Konoha has returned one after another, where is the waning moon and the wind.

The news is half up and down, and there is a little lovesickness tonight.

Autumn rain, autumn rain, half of the west wind blows away.

The Bodhisattva is barbaric and has a few leaves of wind and rain, and it is more bitter to be away from people's partial knowledge. The pillow counts autumn, and the toad goes down the morning chord.

The night was frightened, and the tears and lights fell. Everywhere is sad, light dust in Yuqin.

Linjiang Immortal's heart was broken, and his voice reminded him of the beginning. I still have old books. The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar.

Tired eyes are low and confused, and half of the re-viewing is blurry. The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely. It is expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection?

Autumn evening walk. The sorrow is full of no one and no one is provincial, and the dew is wet and shadowy. The idle rank is small and desolate. There is still the old moonlight in Xiaoxiang.

Thin affection turns into amorous tiredness, and the intestines are soft. The red note is blurred to the wall, and the hand is written in front of the lamp.

Painting Tang Chun is a pair of people from generation to generation, competing for two ecstasy. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea. If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

Huanxi Sha who reads the west wind is cool alone, and Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window. Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun.

was shocked by the wine, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just ordinary.

Butterfly loves flower Liu Yong.

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column.

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, and I sing about wine, and I have no taste for it. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

Jade butterfly Liu Yong.

Looking at the rain and clouds, relying on the quiet, watching the autumn light. The evening scene is sparse, and Song Yu is sad. The water breeze is light, the apple blossoms are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the sycamore leaves are yellow. Emotional wounds. Where are the old people, the smoke and water are boundless.

Unforgettable, the literary drinking party, a few lonely wind and moon, repeatedly changing star frost. The sea is wide and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoting is! Reading Shuangyan, it is difficult to rely on distant letters, referring to the twilight sky, and the return of empty knowledge. Looking at each other, in the sound of the broken hong, the sun is setting.

Touching the fish is good to ask what hatred is in the world and love, and directly teaches life and death. There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Have fun. Parting bitter. There are even more crazy children in it, you should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow for whom.

Hengfen Road, lonely and drummed. The smoke is still calm. The conjuring of spirits is a little more than that.

Mountain ghosts cry out for themselves. Heaven is also jealous. Letters and、Warblers and swallows are loess。

Through the ages. In order to stay in the sassy people, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you. Su Shi "Jiangchengzi"; Hu is not extinguished, the temples are autumn, and tears are empty. Lu You's "Appealing to the Heart"; Make the bed cool full of sycamore moon, and the moon is bright in the absence of sycamore. Zhu Shuzhen "Autumn Night".

1, "When will the bright moon be there" - Song Dynasty: Su Shi.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? (What a work:.)

When; I am afraid of it: but I am afraid).

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

When did the Translation Civilization Month begin? I took the glass and asked the heavens. I don't know what year the heavenly palace is tonight.

I wanted to go back to the sky with the strength of the wind to have a look, but I was worried that the jade building was too high for me to withstand the cold. Get up and dance and enjoy your clear shadow in the moonlight, the Moon Palace** is comparable to being in the world.

Yue'er turned the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the window, shining on her sleepless self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment towards people, but why is it always round when people leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has the transition of cloudy and sunny days, which has been difficult to consider since ancient times.

I hope that people can be together for a long time, even if they are thousands of miles apart, and they can enjoy this beautiful moon together.

2, "Sauvignon Blanc, Autumn Breeze" - Ming Dynasty: Li Panlong.

The autumn breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright. Leaf leaf sycamore sill outside the sound. It's hard to teach, it's a dream.

The chirping of the masonry and the frightening of the trees and birds. Plug geese and travel across the sky. Biased passengers.

The moon is bright and the wind is clear, the autumn colors are pleasant, and the sycamore leaves outside the railing are blown by the autumn wind, making a light sound. Seeing the scene and the injury, I can't help but feel sad from it, tossing and turning, and it is difficult to return to my dream.

The mournful chirping of crickets beside the steps, the silence of the night, and the birds perched on the trees are startled by the moonlight. Looking up at the sky, you will see geese in a row, across the sky. The return of the northern wild goose to the south has made the wanderers in other places doubly sad.

3, "Don't Dong Da Second Song: Part I" - Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

Translation: Thousands of miles of yellow clouds cover the sky, the sun is dark, and the north wind blows the wild goose and snows heavily.

Don't worry about the vast road ahead and no confidant, who in the world doesn't know you?

4, "Silent Night Thoughts" - Tang Dynasty: Li Bai.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Literally, the bright moonlight shone on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there was a layer of frost on the ground.

I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the sky window, and I couldn't help but bow my head and ponder, thinking of my distant hometown.

5, "Frost Moon" - Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.

When I first heard that there were no cicadas in the geese, the hundred-foot building was high and the water was in the sky. (Building height one: building south floor).

The green girl Su'e is resistant to cold, and she fights Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the month.

As soon as I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south, the cicadas had already disappeared, and I climbed the hundred-foot building and looked into the distance, the water and the sky were connected.

The frost god Qingnu and Chang'e in the moon are not afraid of the cold, competing for beauty in the cold frost of the cold moon, comparing the beautiful appearance of ice and jade.