That poetry master can help

Mudan's praise.

Guo Moruo's Earth, My Mother.

My homeland My homeland, the motherland I love so much.

You are the rooster that roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

Personally, I am not very optimistic about the ancient poems cited, which makes the content very miscellaneous, and it can be seen that it is ...... casuallyThe ending is pretty good, but I've seen a lot of sentences like this ......It's okay to take any topic, and it's okay to write untitled, haha.

The years are cool, but the autumn seems to be stronger.

Weeping wind and cold dew. The waning moon.

This, everything is so lonely.

Listen to the "sorrow of the autumn wind howling" and look up at the devastated sky.

Look at the clouds rolling in the clouds, quiet and desolate.

A wave of melancholy flows away like spring water.

Life is like this, and there are no waves.

I already knew:

In that vast sky, even if you shout in your throat, all you can hear is the remnants of the wind.

And I still longed to sing about the loneliness buried in my heart, but in the end.

can only squat down in this scene without an audience.

Hold yourself tight. Comments from a non-professional perspective, forgive me.

(1) This is a very beautiful memory.

Even if the ending is like Coptis chinensis.

Taste is also candy.

Love is the sky.

There is her brightness.

There are also gloom. Attachment to ignorance.

Letting go is also a kind of free and easy.

I look forward to it

Flower before the moon, romantic.

What I'm afraid of is-

Life. What to deal with.

And so love passed.

Actors have also become spectators.

The flowers withered. Blindly imagine the moment when the past bloomed.

It was a fantastic morning.

It's an emotional season.

That's wishful thinking.

Or maybe they are happy with each other.

In short, the years have given her a perfect definition.

In love. Tears and laughter.

Sad, happy.

Happiness is two. Bittersweet.

You are mine. I'm yours too.

Unrequited love and melancholy rainy season.

Sweet and gorgeous flower season.

Maybe the flowers you were expecting didn't bloom.

Maybe you're already a sea of flowers.

One way or another. There is no need for sadness or exuberance.

The garden that God has given to everyone is generally large.

Desolation is just your peak season future.

Meteors were our messengers.

The mail is delivered with a package of love for each other.

2) It was a really beautiful time.

Although only memory is included.

But very satisfied.

Tears have a double meaning.

Joy and anger, laughter and tears.

Those who are obsessed do not necessarily give up.

People who love each other may have two minds.

It's the people themselves who are ridiculous.

It's the people themselves who are playing tricks.

So some people no longer have love.

Old-fashioned and outdated games.

First love also no longer makes sense.

She can't be a spicer of life.

Love has changed its taste. Or maybe she's out of taste.

Plain as water. Not even water.

People who know how to love are dying.

Frozen lovers are rising day by day.

Less creative. Molding.

The fairy in the dream.

The prince on horseback.

The beauty is far away. The demeanor is far away.

Yellowed photo.

Gift jewelry.

By the dust of the years.

Mothballed in the depths. c) People in love sing love songs.

Return to childlike innocence.

Learned to be in a daze.

Occasionally, he writes in a diary.

There are many unexpected dates in life.

And many more.

I didn't cherish it.

Spring goes to spring. The whole world is talking about a topic.

Flowers bloom and fall. When will civilized love begin.

So indifference, disdain, contempt.

Throw her in the corner.

d) Someone said so.

Love is nothing but for a certain purpose.

5) It's far away.

The earth is wide, and holy love is desecrated.

She's gone, she's gone.

Let the world be merciful, and let it be no more poisonous.

6) The silence of the night.

Regain your thoughts.

That sweet first love.

Always a priceless treasure.

Buried deep in my heart. I laughed and laughed.

That ,、、 hope it works for you.

The flowers are delicate, only as a spectator, and the memories pass by with the wind.

Love each other and be sweet, hold hands and swear to be wild, and the memory will never be forgotten.

If you don't know each other in life, why do you need insomnia and look at the sky, if there is no emotion in life, why do you have lovesickness and heartbreak.

After all, the love has passed, the good memories are sealed, and the memories are gray and gray, and the memories are smiling and sleeping.

I started to miss it before I left.

Before he could turn around, tears began to flow.

How can I leave?

How can I stop missing.

I want to have amnesia.

I want to forget about you.

But I'm afraid to forget you.

Because amnesia makes me forget all your bad.

The only thing I remember is your silly smile.

Can't remember why they quarreled.

I can't remember why I was angry.

Because I care too much.

I thought I loved you too much.

I don't want you to say a word to others.

I don't want you to care about me in your heart.

I think you have amnesia too.

I want you to just remember that your world is just me and you.

I want to be the most selfish person in the whole world.

Selfish to the point that everything is just for you.

I miss you, and I want you to think about me every minute.

I want to be the most tolerant person in the world.

Embrace all your mistakes and willfulness with a selfless heart.

I miss you, I miss you, and I will always be the only one by your side.

For you, just for you.

I want to win the whole world for you.

I am also willing to give up the whole world for you.

For you, I don't think it's ridiculous that the princes of the Beacon Opera are just trying to win a smile on the beauty, and I don't think it's ridiculous for the king not to reign early.

The mountains are edgeless, and the heaven and earth are desolate.

Once the sea was difficult for water, but Wushan is not a cloud.

Holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son, I am willing to do it for you.

For you, just for you. I just want to love you at the moment.

Thousands of times, just for you.

If I miss you, happiness is good...

I say you are the April day of the earth;

Laughter lit up the winds on all sides; Brisk.

Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing in the dusk, and the stars are there.

Inadvertently flashed, drizzling rain fell 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.

The first bud of green, you are; Soft and joyful.

The water floats in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow.

Whispering between the beams,—— You are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, which is the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival in China and the second largest traditional festival in China after the Spring Festival. Also known as the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Reunion Festival, the August Festival, etc., it is a traditional festival of the Han nationality and most ethnic minorities in China, and is also popular in neighboring countries such as North Korea, Japan and Vietnam. Because of the fall.

In the three months of July, August and September (referring to the lunar calendar), August is in the middle, and in the thirty days of August, it is fifteen in the middle, so it is called the Mid-Autumn Festival. And because the night is in the sky, the folk have more family reunions in this night, so it is also called the reunion festival The Mid-Autumn Festival originated from the ancient autumn worship and moon worship customs in China. The Book of Rites contains "The Son of Heaven is the sun in spring, and the moon is in autumn."

The morning sun is the morning, and the sunset is the sunset. The "setting moon" here means to worship the moon. In the Han Dynasty, the two Han Dynasty had already taken shape, and in the Tang Dynasty, the custom of admiring the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival began to prevail, and it was set as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ouyang Zhan in "Chang'an Playing with the Moon Poem Preface" cloud: "August is autumn." The beginning of the season and the end of the season; Fifteen in the night, and in the clouds of the moon.

In the way of heaven, the cold and heat are even, and the number of months is taken, and the soul of the toad is round, so it is called the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

Under the influence of this ancient tradition, our country has always had such a custom, every Mid-Autumn Festival, every household eats a reunion dinner, so that many relatives and friends gather together today, what an exciting thing, this makes many people in other places return to the warm home, enjoy the warmth of home, since ancient times, how many wanderers living in other places are all year round, which makes people often use the full moon and the lack of the moon to describe people's "joys and sorrows", which makes how many people sad! Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai's "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown", Du Fu's "The dew is white tonight, the moon is the hometown of Ming", and Wang Anshi's "The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me" and other poems, these are all swan songs for the ages! Aren't many wanderers using the moon to express their deep feelings for their hometown, their care and longing for their loved ones!

There are still many "moon worship altars" in various parts of our country, Su Dongpo has a poem that wrote: "small cakes are like chewing the moon, there are crisps and syrup", and Yang Guangfu of the Qing Dynasty wrote: "The moon cakes are full of peach meat filling, and the ice cream is sweet and cane frosting."

"Su Dongpo wrote a poem in the Moon Worship Pavilion: "Small cakes are like chewing the moon, and there are crisps and syrup", and Yang Guangfu of the Qing Dynasty wrote: "The moon cakes are full of peach meat filling, and the ice cream is sweet with cane sugar frosting."

Mochizuki Tower". Beijing's "Moon Temple" was built for the royal moon sacrifice during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty. Isn't it true that most of the people sit around the table and "eat bread and admire the moon"!