Tell me about some poems that you think life is particularly beautiful?

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars by hand. I dare not raise my voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven. "Li Bai's poem, I forgot the title of the poem, but it seems to describe a temple, the sentence "hands can pick the stars", admire Li Bai's imagination, very dreamy.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are red in February!

Thor moves slightly, the clouds and rain are zero, and the king will stay.

Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, two yellow orioles singing green willows.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, a line of egrets went up to the sky.

Only the Chinese language can do it, two different poems, perfectly combined, beautiful artistic conception.

I am willing to be in the clothes and take the collar and inherit the Yu Fang of the head of China; The sorrowful night is gone, and the autumn night is not young! I am willing to wear it as a belt, and bind the slender body; Sigh the cool and cool strange air, or get rid of the old and take the new! I am willing to be in the hair, and brush the temples on the shoulders; The sorrowful beauty is repeatedly bathed, and it is fried from white water!

I am willing to be Dai in my eyebrows, and I will look at it with my eyes; The sorrowful fat powder is still fresh, or it may be ruined by makeup! I am willing to sit in Dongguan and be weak in the third autumn; The generation of grief and Wenyin, after years of seeking! Willing to be in the silk and for the shoes, the attachment is enough to circulate; Sadness stops in moderation, and the empty commission is abandoned in front of the bed!

May it be a shadow in the daytime, and always follow the form and the west and the east; The shade of the tall trees is sometimes different! May it be a candle at night, and shine on the jade on the two wings; The light of sorrow and Fusang, the dying scene and the hidden light!

I love one of Gibran's poems: "I live in a wonderful wait, waiting for any future." "I like this poem, a kind of not arrogant, not sad, not happy, and enjoy the feeling of the moment.

Where the heart desires, the shoes go; Life is like a reverse journey, and a reed sails" probably always gives me strength when I am confused.

Slightly cold, the mountain obliquely shines but greets each other" The poems memorized by high school are all fed to the dogs, I don't know why this sentence has been remembered, maybe it is in early autumn, the ridicule of the cold wind? or the emotion after the suppression, everything is unsubstantiated. Only this sentence is left in memory. Once upon a time, it was good.

The snow foam milk flower floats in the afternoon cup, and the artemisia bamboo shoots try the spring plate, and the taste of the world is refreshing. "A faint feeling, no desire, no desire, live a life smoothly and steadily.

I understand your ordinariness day by day, but at the same time, I love you more and more deeply day by day. If you look in the mirror, you won't be able to see what is particularly good about you, but if you come into my heart, you will definitely know what kind of good Fa you are. "There's always a warm feeling that comes to my heart.

Su Yue is bright, the bright river is together, leisurely and heart-to-heart, and it is difficult to talk to you about the wonders. —Zhang Xiaoxiang "Nian Nu Jiao. Passing through the Dongting. The whole capital is very beautiful, and I think of the very popular phrase "The moonlight is beautiful tonight".

There is always unexpected warmth and endless hope in this world. "Whenever I am frustrated, I always think of this sentence, and there will be a kind of power.