Ask for lyric poetry where do you come from what are the lyric poems

Is this the one??

You're coming from.

- When the watchman is watching.

The pointer of the day, what kind of moment.

A red dress was as dazzling as a flame, and it was all over the place.

Eyes that were once depressed and empty.

August said goodbye to me, a space in memory.

Fill the spiritual space of Tanabata alone.

Wake up in a dream and look for traces.

A few days ago your tiny voice, in front of the window.

The watchman looks back at you in the night.

On the platform, try to find and find the fall.

An unintentional encounter in an encounter.

Walking, rain hits plantains.

The sound of trampling walked away in the morning light that was not yet awake.

The September breeze brings a dark fragrance at some point.

Because of your appearance, I smell your body fragrance every day.

Persistent footsteps, farewell.

The place where we met.

Nostalgia, but I don't know where you come from.

Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles.

Across the thousand-year-old sky, calling.

You came from **, a chance encounter five hundred years later.

When will a flower of hope bloom under Bodhi?

You're coming from.

- When the watchman is watching.

The pointer of the day, what kind of moment.

A red dress was as dazzling as a flame, and it was all over the place.

Eyes that were once depressed and empty.

August said goodbye to me, a space in memory.

Fill the spiritual space of Tanabata alone.

Wake up in a dream and look for traces.

A few days ago your tiny voice, in front of the window.

The watchman looks back at you in the night.

On the platform, try to find and find the fall.

An unintentional encounter in an encounter.

Walking, rain hits plantains.

The sound of trampling walked away in the morning light that was not yet awake.

The September breeze brings a dark fragrance at some point.

Because of your appearance, I smell your body fragrance every day.

Persistent footsteps, farewell.

The place where we met.

Nostalgia, but I don't know where you come from.

Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles.

Across the thousand-year-old sky, calling.

You came from **, a chance encounter five hundred years later.

When will a flower of hope bloom under Bodhi?

Thoughts in the air are like petals scattered in the wind.

Mistakenly trespassed on my gentle silence.

Silently, you and I meet souls.

Tears turn into mist and cover your eyes.

Blur gives me pink sad dreams.

The misty rain is the sorrow of lovesickness.

Have you ever tasted that sweet bitterness?

I can't find the most beautiful original intention for you and me to meet.

I can't see your eyes.

but I can understand your crying.

Stir up the wind chimes in your dreams.

That circle of ripples.

It is the memory of my own attachment.

I didn't know each other. But they knew each other.

The underworld has lost a ghost.

But I didn't know that you came from.

Back and forth from there.

Stay good.

It's almost arranged. It's almost assigned.

Soon you'll be back in the open.

Self-reliance Song" drips your own sweat, eats your own food, does your own things, relies on people, relies on the sky, relies on your ancestors, and is not a hero!

Appreciation Tao Xingzhi (1891 1946) is a famous educator and poet in modern China Tao Xingzhi once wrote a short postscript for this little poem of his own: "I wrote this song, aiming to encourage young people to break through dependence, no longer be the young master and miss who are greedy for happiness Recently, I heard that some people misunderstood it as individualism in front of the door But the meaning of the word "self" can be pushed to the same as the individual, in small terms, a family, a township, in a large way, a country, a class, all should strive to do their part. and not wait for someone else to do it for you."

Depicting loneliness and sorrow, Dai Wangshu's good poems are appreciated with literary friends. What is it that floats around in my heart, as uncertain as a white cloud, as depressed as a white cloud? And to speak to it is in vain, just as it is ...... for a man to speak to the white clouds in vainWhen Alone" Dai Wangshu.

Lyric poetry :

1.A class of poetry. There is no complete storyline and characters, and it directly expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. The length of the text is generally relatively short. Due to the different contents of the burial, it is divided into songs, lamentations, elegiacs, love songs, etc.

A kind of poetry, this kind of poetry is characterized by focusing on the poet's thoughts and feelings inspired in the regret and blindness of life, mainly to express the poet's thoughts and feelings to reflect life, so it does not describe the process of life events in detail, generally does not have a complete storyline, and does not specifically describe the characters and scenery.

A poem that expresses emotion.

Xi Murong's poems are good! For example, a flowering tree, seven miles of incense, nostalgia, Loulan bride.

Men should be self-reliant.

The snow in the sky is white and the wind is blue, and the children in the mountains and rivers stand beside the trees.

Who in the world has not had tears since ancient times?

Only men should be self-reliant!

Xi Murong. Concession.

As long as it's in my eyes.

There was a summer day with your fragrance.

In my heart. Forever a sincere poem.

Then sorrow ends in old age.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Non-parting. Not seeing each other again does not necessarily mean separation.

No more audio messages also.

It doesn't have to be the same as forgetting.

only for thy sorrow has been rubbed into mine.

Like the moonlight rubbing into the mountains, and every time.

The night is as cold as water, and it will touch my old pain.

Lin Huiyin. You are the April day on earth.

I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides;

The light spirit dances and changes in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke of the early April sky, the soft wind blowing at dusk, the stars shining unintentionally, and the drizzle falling in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, Xianyan.

You wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like;

Fresh budding green, you are;

Tender joy and water float in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, the swallow murmuring in the beam,—— you are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

Wang Guozhen. Cut constant affection.

I wanted to travel this way.

You can forget your beautiful eyes.

can be cut. The slightest wisp of affection.

and the sorrow that the autumn wind can't blow.

Who would have thought that it would end up.

The mountains and rivers are still the same. Love is still there.

Your figure. Just behind and then in front.

Zheng Chouyu. Mistake.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of trampling is not sounded, and the spring curtain of March is not opened.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby......

There are also some ...... such as "Farewell to Kangqiao", "Rain Alley", "Broken Chapter", "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".These well-known poems are also beautiful.

Shadow. The hazy moonlight shone on.

Find out the beautiful shadows.

The shadow is out of reach.

It's black, but it's so clear.

You hate it, but it doesn't dislike you.

You won't find out until you look back.

What is the most beautiful shadow.

It's memories.

"Far and Near" Gu Cheng.

You'll look at me in a moment.

Look at the clouds for a while. I feel like you're looking at me far away.

It's very close when you look at the clouds.

A Generation" Gu Cheng.

The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light.

Broken Chapter" Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Grass on the wall" Bian Zhilin.

At five o'clock, a corner of the sunset is pasted.

At six o'clock hung a half-wheel of lights.

Want someone to put all the days.

Just dreaming and looking at the wall.

The grass on the wall grew yellow and yellow.

Shayanara] Xu Zhimo.

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, like the shyness of a water lotus flower that is not better than the cool breeze, a cherish, a cherish, a cherish, and a sweet sorrow in that cherish

Shayanara!

Rain clouds are gray.

It can never be washed again.

We open the umbrella.

The sky was blackened.

In the slowly fluttering night.

There are two pairs of double stars.

There doesn't seem to be a fixed track.

It's just that it's far away and sometimes it......'s near

Thanks, I want this hard-working, blurred phantom too.