Look for a few beautiful lyrical short poems, preferably ancient poems!

Family affection in the poem 1The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. (Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin") 2Boiled beans burn beans, and beans cry in the kettle.

It is born from the same root, so why is it too anxious to fry each other. (Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poem") 3When the grandmother heard that the girl was coming, she went out to help Guo Xiang;

When my sister heard that her sister came, she took care of her red makeup;

When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and went to the pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci") 4The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring.

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars.

The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope").

5.The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death.

The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. (Du Fu's "Memories of the Younger Brother on a Moonlit Night") 6Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear of recovering is inexhaustible, and the pedestrians open it before leaving; (Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts") 7Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. (Wang Wei, "September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers") 8In Handan, it is the winter solstice, and the shadow of the knee-hugging lamp is accompanied.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Self-proclaimed Yi "Handan Winter Solstice Night Homesickness") 9Why is it too late for the childish child to ask for his return?

who fights for the years; Win sideburns? (Du Mu's "Return to the Grave").

Nostalgia in the poem 1You come from your hometown. You should know about your hometown.

In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum is not blooming? (Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems").

2.When he left home and returned to his eldest child, his hometown accent has not changed, and his sideburns have declined.

When children don't know each other, they smile and ask where do they come from? "He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book") 3.The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter is restored to spring.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. Song Zhiwen "Crossing the Han River") 4.Outside the green mountains of Klook, in front of the green water.

The tide is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging.

The sea is born in the night, and the river spring is in the old year.

Where to reach the township book, return to the side of Yanluoyang. (Wang Wan's "Under the Solid Mountain in the Second North") 5It has only been seven days since the spring of the year, and it has been two years since he left home.

After the people return to the geese, they think in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng, "People Thinking of Returning") 6The 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. (Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts.")

7.Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, scattered people are full of spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willows are broken, and no one can afford the old country. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8The guest house and the state have been ten frosts, and the heart remembers Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, he crossed the dry water, but he looked at the state as his hometown. (Liu Soap's "Journey to Shuofang") 9The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of geese in the autumn.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

There are brothers who are scattered, and there is no home to ask about life and death.

The length of the letter is not reached, and the army has not ceased to be suspended. (Du Fu's "Memories of the Moonlit Night") Zhu 981021 (Haneda Gates) original.

Water tune song head Song Su Shi.

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, drunk, making this article, and conceiving a child. 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. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

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.

1 Gaze. Just looking at you, not reaching out to you, there is an indelible distance between you and me.

Just like a mountain, the love of a river gives you twists and turns, so that you can go further!

2 Cross-stitch.

It is the lotus leaf and the lotus flower—green and pink, blooming on your hand. I can imagine your gaze bowed, imagine that you embroidered the acacia on it. I'm afraid that my careless heart can't bear your meticulous lovesickness, so I lost sleep for several nights.

You know, Qinghe listening to the rain is exactly the poetic realm I dreamed of, but I gave it to the fire ......

3 jugs. Born of the earth and thriving on the flames, your belly is smooth and plump.

When there is water, it is very calm, it is the turbulence of the river, and it will be as quiet as a virgin in you. When there is no water, it responds to the sound of the wind and makes a simple and rich sound.

Or be hit by a flying stone, or fall down the stone steps, and there will be another sound, sharp like a shout, that will suddenly end.

4 Ending. People go to the empty building, the courtyard weeds are withered and yellow, who will sprinkle the hall and raise a new dream?

used to sing and dance, and staggered, but could not escape the wind and rain of the city, and it was desolate.

Are you the owner of this old house? No, anyone, including myself, is a passerby.

5 Sanders. Who made the sand on the beach that I was born in such a rough appearance?

But after I gave sincerity, he abandoned me, and let the damp heart slowly dry.

I'm looking forward to the next tide that will let me loose and reduce to sand.

6 pottery shards. An irregular figure, falling from the smooth whole, a pair of hands holding each other, can only be helplessly separated.

If we reunite, those rifts between us may make us unite even tighter.

7 candles. All over the world, all the darkness combined, can't stop me from shining, but I need you to set me on fire with a brilliant light!

8 Snowman. Standing on the side of the road, molded like this, no! It's not my will. But if you're happy, I'm willing to accept this kind of molding, after all, in this day and age, there aren't many things that make people happy.

When you look at me, I look at you. You laughed, but I couldn't. What hangs on my face is a smile that you forced out, and it is as false as life.

9 The sun has tanned me.

I gave bright red to the flowers, and green to the leaves, but with the same radiance, the sun tanned me.

Under the black **, there is bright red blood flowing, and when the suffering breaks my heart, you will really understand.

10 The wheat fields of May.

The golden patch spreads out in the fields, and it is the farmers who show their harvest to the sun.

There are as many grains of wheat, as much sweat as there are, as much straw as there are, and there are as many hardships.

And I am one of them, with a heavy heart, weighing bitterness. Have you tasted it? My homeland!

1, Gu Cheng's "The Origin of the Stars and Moon" appreciates and analyzes.

This poem Gu Cheng wrote in front of the window on a winter night in 1968. can imagine that silent era, Gu Cheng's meditation at night. His imagination is simple and naïve.

In that era of writing odes, Gu Cheng was alone, a kind of poetry, lonely and dazzling. I miss the scene in front of the window where Gu Cheng wrote poems, no, no more. Yes, it's just that the text is getting farther and farther away from the feeling.

After persistent questioning and difficult thinking, we have reason to believe that there is a wonderful conflict and harmony between the branches and the moon, and the stars, especially with the light outside the sky, so tearing and piercing, in Gu Cheng's twelve-year-old eyes, are no longer tragic plots, but for a spirit called light to live there. Just as "when the ploughshare lifts up the frosty soil, the clods of earth gain life and strength." In this time of awakening and growth, he decided that where there is pain, there will be hope.

Drifting into the distance.

Written love on the water.

How many years of passing years have been taken away.

Your fingertips. A notch on my heart.

It is still clearly visible today.

I'm still alive. You're talking about it forever.

Smile and cry.

Watch the lonely flowers bloom.

That's the sadness that everyone knows.

Long embankment.

The leaves of autumn grass have withered and yellowed.

The last cold rain.

What a hypocritical condolence.

It's right across from me.

Standing a lost autumn.

"Lost Autumn".

"I Am a Little River" Feng Zhi.

I am a small river, and I have no intention of bypassing you.

You have no intention of putting your rainbow shadow.

Throw in my soft soft waves.

I flowed through a forest, and the soft waves swayed to the ground.

Put those emerald leaf shadows.

Cut to your dress.

I flowed past a bush of flowers, and the soft waves shimmered.

Put those poignant flower shadows.

Weave into your flower crown.

Helplessly, I finally flowed in, into the merciless sea.

The wind on the sea was fierce, and the waves were wild, blowing the flower crown and shattering the skirt!

I also drifted with the tide, drifting to the boundless place.

Your rainbow-like shadow.

It's the same as the disillusioned Caixia!

When the hometown did not leave the hometown, the hometown was a painting spread on the ground.

I walked around the painting and saw only the distant clouds in the sky.

When I left my hometown far away, my hometown was a hanging painting.

As soon as you look up, you can see that every moon falls, through a thin layer of veil.

There is a small box hidden in my heart, and the box contains a record of another world.

The words there cannot be written on white paper;

The symbol there is an unknown spring flower.

O man without a face, with the waves forgotten in the remote tribes.

The footprints of the children on the beach, rippling on the mast of the white sails, drifted with them to the end of the sea.

The colourful and dull shells of the potatoes suddenly awakened in their slumber of dreams, and put their dreams on the back of the conch, so that they could take away the dreams they had once had.

But countless more were born in them.

It seems to be a rich thing, immersed in the depths of the sea.

Fish swam past them, and sea beasts ran over them.

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore, they are no longer ashore.

The broken sailboat at the bottom of the sea is their cradle, and the lonely Piano player in the shade of the tree plays a beautiful little song to accompany them to sleep.

They didn't know they were coming from.

Eventually, the frenzied wind and sand corroded everything that was calm here, and some never-before-seen people in the box took its place.

Those who have thoughts and faces, do you know that tomorrow will not belong in the tree, but will sleep in the little box of my heart.

The grandson of the West Lake clan.

Lin Cuihua fragrant willow eyebrows, guests enjoy the boat and fish jump tail.

Chan'e seems to be in repentance and running to the cold moon, sprinkled with tears all over the stars and looking through the Kaibi water.

Acquaintance is like spring rain, and forgetting is like autumn wind.

Leave many lovers empty and wander in old dreams.

Lyrical poems are colorful and cloudy.

Fish I only have two fish in my tank.

I love looking at them in this little world.

Carefree love.

Strangeness The whole world of Karen suddenly spun around.

My heart stopped beating and stared at Pei for ten seconds.

After everything is restored.

The unfamiliar seems to be even more unfamiliar.

The moon sits on an open field.

Look at the moon full moon and the moon bright.

It's not actually a full moon.

Actually, it's not the moon.

Because your heart is clear.

Grass I fantasize about being a little grass.

Dwelling among the grasses.

I don't need butterflies to wrap around.

But I'm looking forward to a warm breeze.

Word I take your word.

Hold it carefully in the palm of your hand.

I'm afraid of losing a word.

Or a word.