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Shu Ting's "Brig".
The fog wet my wings.
But the wind won't allow me to hesitate.
Shore, beloved shore.
Just said goodbye to you yesterday.
Here you are again today.
Tomorrow we will be in.
Another latitude meets.
It's a storm, a light.
Connects us.
It's another storm, another light.
Let us divide things again.
Even at the ends of the earth.
Isn't it in the morning and the sun.
You're on my voyage.
I'm in your sight.
To the sea. Shu Ting.
Sunrise over the sea.
It has aroused the heartfelt admiration of many heroes.
Sunset over the sea.
How many poets have been provoked with tender nostalgia.
How many songs are sung on the cliffs.
Also by the sea breeze day and night.
Murmuring day and night.
How many lines of footprints left on the beach.
How many times have the sails been raised to the horizon.
are all kept secret by the waves.
Secret burial.
There have been curses, there have been sorrows.
There have been praises and glory.
The sea is a changing life.
Life in the turbulent ocean.
**It is a sand hole dug as a child.
**There are traces of first love side by side.
Ah, the sea. Even if it's your waves.
It can erase memories.
There are also some shells.
Scattered on the hillside.
Like the stars of a summer night.
Maybe the vortex blinked dangerously.
Maybe the storm opens its mouth of greed.
Ah, life. Of course you have been broken.
Countless dreams of purity.
There are also some brave people.
Like in a storm.
Swift petrels.
The coast is as deserted as night in the evening.
The rocks of the cold night are as grim as death.
From the coast to the rocks.
How lonely my shadow.
From dusk to nightfall.
How proud of my heart.
The element of freedom.
Let you feign a roar.
Let you be hypocritically calm.
You can take everything that has passed.
Everything in the past.
this world. There is the pain of sinking.
There is also the joy of awakening.
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Go find Bingxin's poems. Great for girls.
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I love this land", "Motherland, my dear motherland" Ai Qing.
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Xi Murong "Seeking Buddha".
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 discreetly.
The flowers are the hope of my past life.
When you approach, please listen.
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.
Friend, that's not petals.
That's my withered heart.
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What poems are suitable for girls to read? Below I have shared beautiful poems suitable for girls to read, I hope you like it.
Classic poems suitable for girls to recite Chapter 1: "Rain and Dew Lotus Fu" recitation soundtrack - dancing lotus wind (flute).
The breeze blows, pulsating slowly;
The pool of jade, graceful and graceful.
Expressing the feelings of lotus leaves, the wind and bones of heroes.
The lotus, the leaves, the flowers, the flowers.
Rain dew Feifei, tears also.
Its crystal is not in its appearance, and its brightness is not in its surface.
Like the pearl of light and the rain of the pearl of light, entrusted by the lotus, she picked up a wave of heart, like holding a string of tears.
Listening, meditating, condensing, and ......
Autumn goes, winter comes, and the residual lotus leaves are dyed with frost.
The road is far away, Xiaoxiao, and the message follows the wind.
In the next life, there is no way, the flowers and leaves follow the fate, all thoughts are recited in the same heart, and they are in full bloom for thousands of years.
Out of the mud without staining, holding up Qiongqiong Qingyu Fei Lu into acacia, playing the piano and singing lotus Fu, and singing Zen music in Luojia;
A touch of red dyed the sky, and the mournful roar ran through the sky like a rainbow.
Cuiye is deeply in love with the rain and lotus dew, and the drops of lovesickness fall into the heart.
The thoughts of September, the love of September, and the dream of September, are just like pieces of petals, such as lotus leaves on the top, and like the lotus dew of beads, fragrant and quiet, green and green, and clear and spiritual.
A flower bowl holds a poem, a painting, a green leaf carrying a song, a song, a drop of rain and a story, a feeling, a lovesickness.
A pool of green, a thought, an artistic conception, a life.
The clear lotus rain is the crystallization of spiritual light, the reproduction of heroes, the melody of life, and the charm of crystal.
A little bit, a drop of it, clear, yingying, shining, crystalline.
Such as beads, such as Ling, such as jade, has been ethereal ......
Classic poems suitable for girls to recite 2: "A Blossoming Tree" Xi Murong.
High school girl, budding early spring. This poem couldn't be more appropriate. I feel my feelings, not pretentious, but also touch the listener's time. It is an advantage to grasp it well. The text of the poem:
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 by in defiance.
Falling to the ground behind you.
Friends. That's not petals.
That's my withered heart.
Classic poems suitable for girls to recite Chapter 3: "Looking for the Key to the Heart" Love.
Never need to ask why.
Love her. It was his choice.
Refuse. It's her right.
Abandon. Perhaps the best relief for him.
Because. He didn't want to be caught up in this.
Love without temperature.
And trapped. Time.
As if diluting everything.
He was enlightened in the passage of time.
Gave up. He can go better.
Find the other half of his heart.
Look for the one that will open him.
The locked door of the heart, the key to the heart.
Able to accompany. The heart of his life.
Able to keep watch. The heart of his life.
A flowering tree.
Xi Murong. How to make you meet me. >>>More
Looking to the future (revised version) Gibran.
From behind the walls of reality, I heard the songs of human praise, and I heard the sound of bells that vibrated the air, announcing the beginning of prayer in the temple of beauty, and those bells were made of the metal of emotion, and then the power placed it in the temple of emotion, the field of the human heart. >>>More
Song Title: Me and My Motherland.
Singer: Li Guyi. >>>More
Li Qingzhao's words are suitable for girls, and no one among female lyricists can compare to her. >>>More
Spring Night Rain" - Du Fu.
Ascending the Stork's Tower" - Wang Zhilian. >>>More