I miss Yang Shishi s Tibetan poems, Yang s Tibetan poems

I want to think about the tree in the garden, and I miss the king every day.

The willow branches on the moon, the poems under the moon are not over, and the autumn is poetic.

Think of the Yangtze River.

Thoughts are flying. Poplars are all over the ground.

Poetry is made of colorful butterflies flying lightly.

The poem is self-contained.

I've been thinking about it for a long time.

I've been reading it for a long time.

Bayberry is so delicious.

There is wealth in the poem.

There is money in the poem.

Summary. Hello dear, I'm glad to answer for you The willows are still blowing in the spring breeze, and the sun shines on all things. If the snow falls, the poplar branches are like green cages. Yang Bridge spans the blue waves, and the bayberry is purple and charming. The poetry of Yangjia Lake is strong, and the word Yang hides the affection.

Write a poem about Yang Pei's head.

Old schoolmates. Hello dear, I'm glad to answer for you The willows are still blowing in the spring breeze, and the sun shines on all things. If the snow falls, the poplar branches are like green cages.

The Yang Bridge spans the Bizi empty waves, and the bayberry is purple and charming. The traces of Yangjia Lake are poetic, and the word Yang hides the affection.

First question. Peizi.

Yang Peibiao, an old classmate. The years of youth are spent together. Cultivating friendship is a poplar tree, which marks our growth.

The deep tacit understanding between the students marks the true love of our renting silver. Cultivating talent is willow, flaunting our style. Benchmark figures, leading the way, Yang Pei's standard cheats and slim banquets, you and I sail together.

The friendship between classmates will never be dispersed, and the word Yang will always be with you.

Look at this.

Can it be four lines of poetry, the first word Yang Pei is good.

The willows are still blowing in the spring breeze.

Good. Yang Peibiao has a long friendship, cultivates talents and grows together. Benchmarks lead the way, and good examples will always be with you.

1.The willows are green in the spring breeze, and the green mountains are faintly warm in summer. 2.

The poplar flowers float on the bank of the pool, and the spring water ripples and condenses the frost and cold. 3.In the depths of Yangcheng, there are poets, and plum blossoms and snow send acacia.

4.The willows dance lightly and stroke the strings, and the spring breeze blows into the poems. 5.

The willows are blowing on the bank of the river, and the peach blossoms are as big as changing the eyes. 6.The bayberry is in full bloom between the mountains and rivers, and the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is full of poetry.

These examples are just to illustrate the form and style of Yang's Tibetan poems, and I hope you find them helpful. Please note that poetry requires inspiration and creativity, and everyone's poetry work is unique.

Sometimes, relatives and guests love this lotus fresh.

The wave birds, imagine the dance of the phoenix.

Don't be miserable, where are you now? "Honey, I Miss You".

I miss my eyebrows, and I miss my affection. Now the spirit is exhausted, and the vines are full of autumn fruits. Spend the good weather, and win last spring. After a bit of rain, the birds are nostalgic for the forest.

Sichun is still affectionate, and he misses the imperial court. Wishful skypox falls, cranberry is not cranberry. The flowers are bright and bright, and the world is flat in the new century. Tu Xun liquor, the eyes of the red star.

Sijun has a long road, and he thinks of the spring breeze on the branches. Like clouds full of eyes, the vines are reckless. The flowers will bloom next year, and the desire to create a wide range of aspirations. Tu and begonia, the end of the month has to find the zhang.

Thinking of returning to the embrace of the truth, remembering the past and ascending to the high gate. How to float the beautiful scenery, the vines see the Luo skirt. The flowers fall next year well, and the flowers bloom on the Han waterfront. The bottom of the golden sand, the grace of the lotus heaven and earth.

Thinking of the public name of Yuanyuan, read my contract. If you are beautiful, it spreads all over the atrium. The flowers bloom in spring, and the pavilion is open to extend the breeze. The fragrance is like wine, and the sky is on the Weng. Five "Thoughts Like Vines Blooming" hope to have what you want.

The sun and the moon are like spring.

Siqing didn't see this alone.

The night sky is full of stars.

It's hard to abandon the vulgar when you miss it.

The day seeks to enter the impromptu Tibetan head poem.

Rope sawn wood broken water drops stone wear.

Being able to live in fantasy and waiting for the rabbit is a fable.

I envy the floating mandarin ducks on the water, the love river is accompanied by the morning sun, the willows are gentle and gentle, full of innocence and I admire.

I love Yang Yang.

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I'm in love.

Love] is like a wind chime.

Yang] The flowers are withering and the sky is full of frost.

Yang] foreign love and affection.

1] Life is prosperous and leisurely.

Sheng] love dreams and a total of Chanjuan.

1] Remembering the fate of this love is long.

There are many fairy lovers in the world.

[I] wish this life flowers and butterflies love, love] will be by the West Lake.

Yang] Liu Yiyi is as beautiful as a fairy, and the foreign shadow is around the heart.

1] I can't sleep at night.

Sheng] dreams meet like honey, and one] inch Dan's heart is stronger than gold.

The world loves mandarin ducks and envy.

Hope like, Milanese cat haunts, o(o

I travel to the twelve peaks of Wushan Mountain, and I love to listen to the sound of the goddess playing the piano.

Yang Hua's affection can't be hidden, and her heart is full of intoxication.

Seven absolutes. Miss.

I love the beauty every time I remember you, and I love you on a chaotic moonlit night.

Yang Jun is often missed, and Shuode is like a poem.

I love Yang Shuo) (rhyme).

Peaceful, mediocre. (rhyme).

Ping, Ping. (rhyme).