Those who think they are good at writing poetry, and those who are not so impetuous, come on.

Remembering the night of the seventh.

The eyebrow moon suddenly waits for the double seven solstice, and the ancient east neighbor accompanies the king. Wanting to be shy and muttering, fake anger and ask Lang Shi. Tonight, I envy the ancient son, and the beautiful woman is crazy about the festival.

With the soft meaning of the words, I know that I can't beat the wine and caress my arms. Yu Zhiliangchen intends to remember, not annoyed by the ugly collection. Who is smiling at Fan Dai and the mandarin duck is gone?

Think. Sitting on the mountain and watching the dust and foreign affairs from afar, the fragrant tea is slightly fragrant and the pillow bluestone.

Draw water to get food and enjoy the belly, this body is only for the bird to make a nest.

Idleness. Ten thousand people talk in the present world, and those who know the end of the world.

Kunzhong people are Naida, what is the use of uncoupling.

Idle again. The game is green and secluded, and the tea is verdant.

The pillow is thick and solid, and it is deep and secluded.

Just post a few songs, all of them were written before...

A few Tibetan poems.

Yamaka sound heart. The flowers in the mountains are gone, where to find the beauty.

The voice and smile are there, and the heart follows the peak.

Bi Xiuyun. The five stars of Aldebaran reflect the moon, and I am happy in the wisdom of the show.

Yunsheng Wushan is difficult to love, and the gentleman is good at poetry.

Fish Frost Chunjun. Fish and geese are difficult to send books without shadows, and the frost melts and the snow hides another winter.

Spring flowers are lonely and lonely all over the field, and you can know that my heart is coaxing.

Zhou Xiaoqing. Why didn't Zhou Lang ignore it?

Xiao Xian does not miss the flick.

There is a little youth, and the empty boudoir is only a jade rabbit.

Moving on to my new Tibetan poems.

Yan Chunbi Yan Shuangmei Xue is proud, and the spring flowers are contending.

The green trees are thousands of waves, and I hang the branches alone.

Note: The so-called "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers".

Li Muxue Li Hua bloomed a white tree, and the sages of Mousse couldn't bear to pick it.

Xuemei is so independent, and the flowers are not yet beautiful.

Wang Suxu (two songs).

When will Wang Sun return?

Su'e cried every night.

Xuguang has reached the point where it is difficult to fall asleep, and it is necessary to know that there is no railing.

Wang Hou Ning has a kind?

Vegetarian meals are only corpse bits.

The sun rises in the east, and the flat ground thunders.

Zhang Meixia Zhang Fan also moves forward against the wind, and Mei Yingfeng is more delicate in the wind and snow.

Although the sun is red, he is sunny again.

Yi Baimei, Yi Lao, red face, hard to run, white hair, frost sideburns, heartbeats.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is from the bitter cold, and I should be self-reliant.

Hua Hongkai Hua food and abundant clothes should be as desired, and Hongcai will innovate slightly.

Kai Compassion is kind and kind, and the self-cultivation is famous for the family.

Lan Fengmin Lansheng Valley people are rare to meet, and Fengshen is light and elegant, and he only knows himself.

Minxing is tired of working hard, and he doesn't know who is a blockbuster.

Broken into five words.

In the valley of Lansheng, Fengshen only knows himself.

Minxing is tired, who doesn't know.

How much do you know about the flowers falling in your dreams".

Cut a period of time.

Hide the joy of being with you.

Fearless youth.

You are my safe haven.

Don't say melancholy, just let your and my dreams fly.

Looking into the distance, the years ahead are long.

Hand in hand until the sideburns are like frost.

Sit and watch the children sing songs.

The flowers in the idle garden have bloomed and fallen, and it is already near the sunset.

They are disturbed and reminisce about a lifetime like a long dream.

The world is ethereal, and the rest of the self-laughter is empty and lonely. When will the flowers be gone? Arbitrarily asserted that the autumn frost forgot to sing.

Outside the curtain, the branches and birds, the flowers sink into the fish, and the soft willows are still smiling.

The room fanned the wind, the sleeves waved in the air, and sighed that Yangchun was lonely and pitying.

Raise the pen to ask the personality.

The gale was not over, and the rain was rising again. The sky is crying, who is reasonable. The Three Kingdoms Water Margin is full of heavenly opportunities. The road has broken through the years, and there is still no mystery. Birth, old age, sickness and death, ashes. Stay until the end of your life, and finally bury yourself in the ground. Who understands what it means and understands my nonsense?

Cangshan is traversal and broken, and his heart is half-hearted.

The floating clouds followed the king's will in the past, and in this life, they are bright and ruined.

Bilou Xuan bead curtain green.

Red pink finish rouge tears.

Now lock the pavilion and complain about the butterfly flying.

Liang Zhucheng has no regrets in life and death.

With, with! Follow?

Ruler. The amount of the east and the west is busy day by day, and the ruler is short and long.

Jun asked the tree height ruler to solve, how to measure the short ruler of human growth?

Fish. Wander between the rivers and lakes, ups and downs without contention, and be idle alone.

Chopping waves for thousands of miles, only complaining about the bait added by the fisherman.

I like the rhyme of poetry very much、I like to integrate my own taste into it.。。 Actually, I'm a student. The teacher taught us to write a good proposal**.

Only in the college entrance examination can you get a high score. Now that I think about it, it's been more than a month since the college entrance examination. You don't need to force yourself to write a good proposal**.

You can study your favorite prose and poems. Chinese poetry is vast and profound, and we are just a small wave of it.

The score is not important, the important thing is the communication between everyone.

The occasional dripping rain disturbed the lake in anyone's heart Hand-painted yesterday cameo fresh The eaves that once avoided the rain Thoughts are still stranded The cigarette lying on the table Let me smoke a whole pack of the former The coffee shop on the corner Taste your taste It can be very sweet without sugar Who to rub shoulders with in the crowd A few words of greetings Or a cherished sentence of long time no see.

Leave a lonely shadow in the five lakes and all over the world, and think of your relatives in the dead of night. The mud and bumps have never fallen, and when will I return to my hometown. I can't write, I write unconsciously when I think of my situation, I just hope that the homeless person will be safe in his life....

There is no best, only better.

Let's post the last two poems.

Waves and sands, rainy nights.

The old vines are renovated and the branches of the old garden are renewed.

Shadows fall tulle twilight slanting.

The moon is raining with small words, and the paper is fragrant.

Shallow Ou hidden aged tea, each in peace.

Chase away the waves and wash away the sand.

In the dream, the prosperity is more than a moment, and the sand and gravel become flowers.

Poppies. The flowers in the forest are full of strangeness, and the mood is quietly weaving.

Acacia dyes the world with ink, and dances with the moon shadow to the end.

Finger gap scenery for a moment, clear in the arms.

Let him be misty and faint, if there is no wave in his heart, where will he not take refuge?

"Weaving" is a sound in the ancient sound, and rhymes with "Mo". "Micro" and "Yi" also rhyme. (See "Flat Water Rhyme").

I wrote this poppy according to the standard rhythm.

Paste the "Poppy" metric:

Ping Ping (仄 rhyme).

仄平平仄 (Ye 仄).

Ping 仄仄平 (for flat rhyme).

仄平平仄仄平平 (Ye Ping).

平仄平仄 (for the rhyme).

仄平平仄 (Ye 仄).

Ping 仄仄平 (and then change the flat rhyme).

仄平平仄仄平平 (Ye Ping).

Miss. Thoughts fall with the snowflakes, accompanied by cold memories, sprinkled in the hearts that are still warm.

So, the heart became cold, and gradually shattered into pieces, the warm sunlight could not melt, and the twinkling stars could not be lit.

Melt yourself into the icy snow, freeze everything about yourself, the lonely red flowers in the distance, smile at you, but you drift away in the snow with your thoughts.

I don't hate this flower flying away, I hate the West Garden, and it's hard to embellish the red.

Is it a test work Well, it's not strictly in the sense of the word, it's just to commemorate a friendship.

The dream of thousands of burials has been over, and the cold wind brings rain and summer.

Tears fell one after another, and the blue birds were chaotic.

Alone will pay the heart to the water, the meaning will stretch to Kunshan.

Who is sad in this scene, do you know that the pear blossoms are falling?

Chi Qing's poems fall, the spring is quiet and the ink is fragrant, and the tune and rhyme are flying. Mingyue cooks tea and talks to herself, and appreciates the monarch's chapter late at night.

The red note is short, the green tent is long, and the warm dream is cool this night. The rain of vines and green petals is full of flowers.

In other words; He himself is arrogant and inspirational. Pure heart, like an orchid! And the second sentence; It's about you; Like a lotus flower out of the water, holy, pure, out of the mud evil but not stained!

The meaning of the third sentence is; Although I am in the Burrow, I am in the same room with you, and my heart is pure and comfortable! The fourth sentence means; I miss you silently every day, and I hope that I will eventually become a lover with you!

Bad taste. Showing off literary accomplishments.

Whether you or I, whether we are men or women, we all live a pure life and live out our true colors. It is best to stay away from the mundane world, find spiritual sustenance, and enjoy the original state of life.

Farewell to Cambridge Shayanara is the gentleness of the bowed head, Like a water lotus flower that is not shy, A cherished word, a cherished word, There is a sweet sorrow in that cherished voice— Shayanara! Chen Jingrong's "Window" two poems (1) Your window opens to the sun and opens to the blue sky in April Why cover it with heavy curtains Let the spring breeze slip through like smoke? How will I look for those lonely footprints in front of your silent window How will I look for my lost sighs?

Let the starry sky in the quiet night bring you my nostalgia and bring you a worry-free sleep And I am like a stranger silently Walking past your window (2) The desert locks your window Locks my sunshine The heavy curtain cuts off the gaze Leaving the evening breeze like an old man Whispering on the house Far away You take your light that shines through my shadow I am alone in the endless dusk I have restless sleep And the bitter cold of winter And my window opens to the night Open to the silent starry sky.

Modern poetry cannot be ranked among the most elegant. I think there is more than one poem that is the most elegant. I have to choose one song, I think it is Tang Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

On the edge of the pine stream, walking alone with a cane, standing in the clouds;

Under the bamboo window, the pillow book lies high, and the moon invades the cold felt.

The lonely cloud comes out of Xiu, and there is nothing to do;

The mirror hangs in the air, and the restlessness is irrelevant.

Don't be shocked by the humiliation, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court;

Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky.

The intention is to have nothing to do, and the wind is naturally clear.

(It makes people pampered and not shocked, and the mood is calm).

Watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, slowly rolling up with the clouds on the horizon

The wind comes to thin the bamboo, and the wind passes and the bamboo does not leave a sound.

The geese cross the cold pool, and the geese pass through the pond without taking a photo.

The sea is the shore of the boundless sky; I am the peak of the mountain!

The sea is tolerant of all rivers, and tolerance is great; The wall stands thousands of people, and if there is no desire, it is rigid!

Personally, I think that young people should have courage].

Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away from yourself.

There are flowers in spring, there is a moon in autumn, there is a cool breeze in summer, and there is snow in winter.

The heart is calm and naturally cool, and the heart is like water.

It's good to be "don't be angry" and even kids know it.

The wind comes to thin the bamboo, and the wind passes and the bamboo does not leave a sound.

The geese cross the cold pool, and the geese go to the pond without taking pictures.

Therefore, the gentleman's heart begins to appear when things come, and his heart is empty when things go.

Wang Wei's desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river.

The trip of the husband and gentleman, quiet to self-cultivation, thrift to cultivate virtue, non-turbulence without ambition, non-tranquility without far-reaching. —Zhuge Liang.

How blessed are the simple, for they enjoy great tranquility. - Thomas.

Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the pavilion; Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky. ——Excerpt from "Caigen Tan".

Talent is built in silence, while character is formed in the turbulent waves of the world. —Goethe.

The divine has a wonderful, pleasing, feminine, serene and serene nature, bringing inexpressible purity, light, peace and joy to the heart. —Joe Edwards.

Good is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. Dwelling in a good place, a good heart and benevolence, good words and faith, good governance, good things, and good time. The husband is indisputable, so there is no especially. —Lao Tzu, Chapter 8.

A sand can see a world.

A paradise hidden in a wildflower.

Put infinity in the palm of your hand.

Eternity is collected in that moment.

People always crave an indifferent state of mind and a quiet and entertaining mood, but in this realistic utilitarian world, everyone is running for survival, and chasing, the pressure of life and the tight heartstrings always make people lose their authenticity unconsciously. The vision of praying to get away from the hustle and bustle and return to nature is like a mirage, which is impossible to reach.

We think it's still due to mood and experience.

To put it nicely, contemporary young writers don't know the taste of sorrow, and they still insist on worrying, but in fact, they are still in an impetuous mood and have shallow experience.

There are a lot of things in life that need to be precipitated, and it is not possible to write poems today, hey, in fact, our family also felt very hypocritical when we read our poems two years ago, and now we have a more objective and profound understanding when we start writing again.

I still think so, the best poetry comes from "three years to get a sentence, a chant and two tears".

1.Nowadays, science and technology are more advanced than before, and the so-called intellectuals living in big cities have no contact with nature at all, which reduces some of their knowledge. However, people living in rural areas do not have a high level of education and cannot write profound thoughts.

2.It is possible to carefully observe the things around you, to have a certain foundation in language (it would be great to be able to memorize the dictionary), and to combine real feelings with things

It's totally personal).

Everyone has a different perspective on things, and some people write poems not necessarily for people to read. Writing poetry can also be just a record of your mood. There are few people who read poetry, maybe it's just that everyone's interests are different, and not everyone has romanticism.

Writing poetry is meant to be self-appreciative and self-entertaining.

That's because the world has become impetuous, and there are fewer people who can calm down.