What s your favorite verse, can you share it?

After studying poetry for so many years, my favorite is Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice." Seeking and Seeking": Seeking and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry at night! The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who can pick them now? Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark? Sycamore and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

I liked this poem the most, and I felt like the kind of scene she wrote was right in front of me.

When I was in high school, I studied "Will Enter the Wine", and I really liked this poem: You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. This poem is by Li Bai, the poet drinks and sings, uses wine to eliminate sorrows, and expresses the deep and indignant feelings of life.

The poems are intertwined with feelings of disappointment and self-confidence, grief and resistance, and reflect a strong and indulgent personality. The whole poem is full of emotion, no matter joy, anger or sorrow, its rushing burst is like a river, unstoppable, and ups and downs, drastic changes. ‍‍

Because I love Mei, I like Lin Kui's "sparse shadow, horizontal slope, clear water, dark fragrance, floating moon dusk". The artistic conception of this poem is really good, I like it very much.

There is no favorite, only the most and the state of mind. That's the beauty of poetry. Recently, my favorite sentence is: The tide hits the empty city and is lonely. I like Liu Yuxi and Bai Juyi. A pair of best friends.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind sad fan. I love Nalan Xingde's poems the most, and one sentence tells the truth of grievances. The vicissitudes of the world are very felt. ‍‍

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. This reminds me of my first love, who has been away from me for several years. ‍‍

I would have been to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch, I would have been to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch - from the Yuan Dynasty Gao Ming's "Pipa Record".

I like this sentence very much, "White tea is happy and there is nothing else". Because I especially like Baby Anne's writing, and I have also read her "Su Nian Jinshi", I remember this sentence. "White Tea Qinghuan has nothing else to do" is from Baby Anne's book "Su Nian Jinshi". Its original text is as follows:

White tea Qinghuan has nothing else to do, I am waiting for the wind and waiting for you, the bitter wine is now separated, there is no wind, no moon and no you.

The gist is: Originally, tea and light wine, three meals a day, no two country sounds, but after having you, Zhimeng has a concern, waiting for you all the time to know the rent, but this seems to be like a willow branch that is difficult to break the lovesickness, but now it is still separated, so far there are no waves in life, it can be said that there is no wind and no moon and no you.

Wrong Shoudan Mistake" by Zheng Chouyu.

Good hands face the sea, spring flowers bloom" author Haizi.

Teach Me How Not to Want Her".

Written by Liu Bannong.

Broken Chapters" by Bian Zhilin.

Shayanara, a song - for a Japanese girl" author.

Xu Zhimo. Ice Heart Spring Water (Three Three)" by Bing Xin.

Far and Near" by Gu Cheng.

The Olive Tree, author of Sanmao.

You are the April Day on Earth".

Written by Lin Huiyin.

Love Life" is the author of Wang Guozhen.

If I Had Not Seen the Sun, by Emily Dickinson.

Rain Alley by Dai Wangshu.