Is there any very talented poetry, praise talented people who write poetry

Bosom friend. The rain is my kind sorrow, the branches swaying in the slanting wind and drizzle, but I have ever seen them dressed like spider silk.

A bride who worshipped me 2,000 years ago?

When the wind stirs the green silk in front of her brow, it is just like the way you are dancing in the wind and rain now.

She rejoiced in the clear faith.

I thought that there would be no more sorrow in this world, that every day would be full of freshness and hope, that the world would be peaceful forever, that the prosperity would continue forever, that the laws set by the dead would no longer work, that the living could create a living atmosphere, that what was not there should not be put on the main table, that real things should not be abandoned and wasted, and that the earth would be desolate.

It's a pity that your watery thoughts, bright, auspicious, and full of life, were suddenly submerged when I was in a different place, and the horse leather shroud was still from the far north.

The rainy season is like a river of tears.

Now, I live with the same brilliant life.

Born and formed in the era of the republic.

Millions of years of power.

Stretching more and more in my heart, on such a bright and rich day.

Are you freed from the sorrow of the deep sea?

Do you do the same.

Born in this era?

I'm supposed to be in a state of carelessness.

Encounter that heart-warming encounter?

Or should it be in a burning hope.

Looking for your melodious sound when you are flying high?

Or, accept it again.

The punishment for going before you 2,000 years ago?

It can be met but not sought, just like this rain, this thought, the same sorrow, sorrow;

The same petty-bourgeois creative mood!?

Bosom friend, hard to find!

Let me be among my parents and friends.

Sharpen your lover's skills.

Tasha line. The guest house plum is embellished with remnants, and the willow leaves of the creek bridge shake the wind.

The spring breeze is warm and fragrant, and the wanderer is in the middle of the expedition.

The home is far away from the sorrowful, and the spring water is endless.

The relatives who stayed behind endured goodbye, and the soft intestines were full of tears.

The high-rise buildings re-ascended the far danger fence, and the wilderness was hidden in the spring mountain.

Spring Mountain faintly looks at the broken mountain, and the lover is more hidden in the mountain.

Mulberry picking. In late spring, the West Lake is still beautiful, and the residual flowers are light and the green branches are thick.

When flying, the willow whirlpool is white, and the weeping willow is new and green according to the column.

The spring breeze blows the willows and shakes the posture, and the sheng song blows all the tourists.

Clear and clear, the clouds are quiet and quiet. Shuangyan returns in the spring rain.

Reward] dark incense. When it has entered winter, for there is a dark fragrance, the bamboo is sparse with flowers, the remnants are not extinguished, and the word is still selected as the rhyme, because of the time, because of the person, because of the work. ）

Hug the cold river moon. To the Silent Pavilion, the west wind blows and breaks.

The green willow is frosty, and the green silk has snowed first.

Looking at the golden waves, the silent sound and the cold are through.

Diffusely, the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the green cold is also fragrant.

Looking for butterflies, the shadow is extinct.

The night leaks and listens quietly, and the ice strings are stacked in three folds.

Zaomei Road picks up, and the idle companion has a dream goodbye.

Melancholy lovesickness is far away, sighing for the lack of fragrant orchids.

Memories are hard to erase, I only wish to see, and I smile in the old days.

Anyway, these are all original, but I didn't create them. o(∩_o。I saw it on the forum.

Praise a person who is talented in writing poetry can use verses to show that this person is talented, such as the article is natural, and the clever hand can get it; The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost and god; Wencai inherits the difference, and the circulation must be superb; Thousands of agile poems, a glass of wine, etc. Or you can praise the merits of the person's poems directly, such as the beating of your immortal soul in your full poems.

1. The article is natural, and the magic hand is even good. Southern Song Dynasty Lu You "Article".

Translation: The text is unartificial, natural, and obtained by chance by a skilled person.

2. Pei Shengxin is heroic and talented. Don Li Bai "Early Autumn Gift to Pei Seventeen Zhongkan".

Translation: Mr. Pei, you are heroic, talented, and have risen suddenly.

3. The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a crying ghost. Tang Du Fu "Sending Li Twelve White Twenty Rhymes".

Translation: Seeing you put down the pen, the wind and rain sighed; When I saw your poem, the ghosts and gods were moved and wept.

4. Wencai is very special, and the circulation will be peerless. Tang Du Fu "Sending Li Twelve White Twenty Rhymes".

Translation: His earth-shattering, ghost-weeping psalms will be passed down through the ages.

5. Thousands of agile poems, a glass of wine. Don Du Fu "Missing".

Translation: Quick-thinking and writing a thousand poems, a glass of wine is enough to have a floating life.

6. You are a talented person, always low-key, but also pragmatic and enterprising, and your poetry is full of talent.

7. Your poems are like the warm sun of spring, nourishing my heart, your proud posture, that outstanding appearance, can show your talent like "learning rich five cars".

8. Your poems are always full of aura, making people read and love endlessly, and like the warmth of the spring breeze and Buddha's face, the seemingly ordinary words and sentences are full of infinite vitality under your combination.

9. In your full poetry, along with the immortal soul, beat.

10. Your writing is flying, your academic knowledge is rich, your speaking skills are full of chapters, and the poems you write are wonderful.