Give me a change of poetry, I want to be adapted from ancient poems

Without you, I am still alive and well, but I lack the joy of having you.

Without you, I am still alive and well, although the memories of you are very sour.

Without you, I'm still alive and well, but I don't have your smiling face.

Without you, I am still alive and well, although my body has lost your breath.

Without you, I am still alive and well, but I miss you every day.

Without you, I'm still alive and well, although half of my heart misses you.

Even if I'm not for you, there's no stopping me from loving you.

I can still live well without you, this sentence is too bad.

Help you rewrite one.

In the days when you are lost, the joy is gone.

Happiness is like a paper butterfly, falling, falling.

The pain of parting blurred my eyes.

In my dreams, I have you and me.

You're a** my girl.

Have you ever felt the longing of a heart?

Maybe I'm not your only one.

But you will always be my love.

Friend, you're not at the level of poetry.

Look at other people's poems, and you won't be disgusted with my statement in your heart.

Please go to Xu Zhimo.

I think. At least I can't turn decay into magic!

It's always the ones upstairs who are active hahaha I hope to make friends with you farmers and vixens are very talented and haven't met a few hungry yet haha.

Remember me A thousand words just because I love you.

Well, you might as well do it yourself

The adapted verses are as follows.

1.When will the raise be made? Ask the sky about the wine, and they all say that the house price is the sky, and even the pork is turned up!

I want to reason with the boss, but I'm afraid that all this little money will be gone! You don't see the monthly salary card coming up, and the money is like smoke and never returns; You don't see the monthly salary to support the family, and the price is not enough to spend; People don't lament when they talk about life, and they don't have to be reckless when they are happy.

2.Born to be poor, no matter how hard it is, it is difficult to be sad; Happiness in the midst of suffering, one day it will become a great bird. When are the banknotes available? Ask the boss about the wine, the boss bows his head and drinks without talking, leaving only the lonely family to sigh, thinking about the entry pride and words, wrong and wrong, naïve to listen to the boss.

3.If life is only as first seen, nothing will go to the Three Treasures Palace, not afraid of clouds to cover your eyes, just want to see you again, in heaven is willing to be a winged bird, in the ground connected by the line. During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and my stomach hurt when I ate the wrong thing, so I asked where the toilet was, and the shepherd boy pointed in front of him, three thousand feet under the stream, and remembered that he didn't bring a paper paper.

4.People are not handsome, as long as they are rich. The ambition is not great, but the power is the spirit.

Si is a troubled time, but I am the only one. Don't be green on your head, dig into the corners of the wall. There are singers who talk and laugh, and there is no political behavior in each other.

You can beat Erf and watch the pretty girl. There is no chrysanthemum pill ear, no stone shape. Nanyang Taocheng Wu, Xishu Haitang smoked.

Buddy Cloud: Come and drink!

5.You don't see the lamb falling in love with the gray wolf, the husband and wife love is as sweet as honey, stumbling into the sheepfold, several times the child is not opened, by asking the master why, the original skin trembling to the old wolf loves to eat sheep! The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the cattle and sheep were blown in the grassland.

When will you go back? Wu Ji pressed the wine to persuade the guests to taste. The mountain loop turned around and couldn't see you, and poor Wu Nusi broke her bowels.

Cave orange. <>

What kind of poetry is LZ going to rewrite? Post the original

Wandering Ziyin (Meng Jiao).

The 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.

The night in the countryside is particularly quiet, in a window, there is a faint candlelight, a scholar is concentrating on reading, next to him, is an old woman, the old woman is carefully threading the needle, she sewed the clothes to the dense point, it is durable, sewn for a while, she said: "Son, pay attention to the entrance examination in Beijing, don't freeze, I stewed a bowl of fish soup for you, and brought it to you in a while." "Drink it, I don't want it.

That's not good, you have to pay attention to your body, it's so late, go to sleep after drinking the fish soup. ”

Just as it is difficult for the grass to repay the sunshine of spring, how can the son's filial piety repay the mother's deep kindness?

In life, there will be many ideals.

The short one is called the idea, and the long one is called the ambition;

The bad is called ambition, and the good is called desire.

I remember the happiest thing when I was a child, playing with my friends.

Time flies, and the carefree years are gone.

Growth is troublesome, joyful, and mental maturity.

After several wanderings, through wind and rain, setbacks, confusion, and sighs, he never gave up, just because he insisted on a belief.

I don't dare to hope for success, but I want to go through it with my heart and be worthy of my heart.

Whether it is the joy in the dream, or the cruel face in life, I hope to be able to stick to my ideals, even if the ideal is as small as a bean, we must hold it and never give up.

Ideal is a big word, but I think at least many people have gone through a long time like me.

Still holding on to the belief in my heart,