Please share one of the most beautiful poems you have ever read, both in China and abroad.

The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can return slowly.

Leaving the pavilion swallow. Why bother in a hurry?

Bottles of wine dance with the wind.

Fallen leaves Xiao Xiao said goodbye to the old dream and asked what time the moon was in Nanpu.

That night, in the autumn of the pavilion, the trees were withered in the courtyard again.

More Yangzhou sheng drums, geese rest Xie Bridge smoke and rain.

A little bit of Wu Mountain's sorrowful wisps, the horizontal lock is like a promise.

Ju Leng does not stay in spring, and strives to live with the red.

With Zhang Shengti, the word Lin Zhengyun.

The first day of the year was on November 5.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

Planting green seedlings all over the field, you can see the sky in the water when you look down. A pure heart is the way, and regression is the way forward.

The love in my heart, the "Qingyu Case". Yuan Xi", the sentence "The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back at the person who was in the lamplight".

Lee Kyung-jue, "The Crying ......The Pyramids

It embraces thousands of years of lightning and thunder.

Ray didn't let it waver.

The rain didn't get it drunk.

It witnessed the scenes of the world.

It weighed too much joy and sorrow.

When he was young, he shivered.

The heavens shook and he roared.

Thunder trembling wind now.

Covered in bruises.

It's natural.

Can't help but bow your head. Weep.

Li Gongjue, Beijing, June 16, 2018).

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I remember the first time Apple met, the two hearts were full of words, and the pipa strings said lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

When I occasionally go out to relax on a trip, I always remember that "after the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn." The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. "It's beautiful, it's beautiful.

This is a high school Chinese textbook, and the poem with the deepest sense of desolation, Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", "Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation." ”

This poem I used to borrow and give to my girlfriend, "I Like You to Be Silent", "You listen to me from afar, but my voice can't reach you." ”

Probably from the "green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove." If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? "It's beautiful when I read my story in it.

Maybe I like Yan Shu more, his "helpless flowers fall, déjà vu Yan returns." The small garden incense path wanders alone. "I will never forget it.

Wang Wei's "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty." The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the song is in the deep stream. "With an ethereal beauty, it's magical.

I appreciate the wording of the poem, "How much sorrow is there?" A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains. "It's a catchy read.

After reading it, the beautiful picture will run out of my mind, "Silver Candle Autumn Light Cold Painting Screen, Light Luo Small Fan Fluttering Firefly", with full of poetry.

Shakespeare's sonnets, Rabindranath Tagore's Birds.