Ask the master to write poetry! How do you write poetry!! Urgent

Can you give more points, it's hard to use your brain.

The message you sent has been received, write one for you, and say hello if you are not satisfied.

Long and short sentences are words.

Jiang Chengzi. Tanhua.

The peach blossoms are gorgeous and fragrant, ten miles of fragrance, and the bees and butterflies are busy. Insects are flying, and it is difficult for a gentleman to get close. I want to kiss Fang Ze and give up my life, probe the branches, and be full of injuries.

was originally young and arrogant, a little creative, it didn't hurt, but the peach blossoms, the laughter was not self-sufficient. The flowers under the lonely branches are silent, their faces are red and swollen, and their hearts are even more sad.

It's more oily, make do with it, and say if you're not satisfied.

Say goodbye to the mirror.

Returned to the ignorance.

Peach and willow green in the dream.

Wake up and be alone.

A hot firework.

A chill and ice.

The east wind broke in front of the gentleman's window.

The rain bell in the lady's pavilion.

Swallows under the eaves before the rain.

After tea, the piano in hand.

Singing the phoenix for the phoenix.

Moaning the pipa line.

Mochizuki sighed sadly.

Spiritual comfort beauty.

Dude, I used to have the same experience as you, a poem in the past, a broken mirror reunion! Good luck buddy!

Once a thousand times.

I'm sneaking a peek at you.

How many times I forget.

I'm scared to wake up because I have you in my dreams.

You are better than the angels, and you represent perfection.

Flying with you has become my ideal.

Now, I really regret it.

I shouldn't have confessed to you.

Now, it's so sad.

I have no reason to think about you anymore.

Because you say we can't.

You are no longer my perfection.

I no longer have an ideal ---

My dreams have been shattered.

My heart broke with me.

Maybe it would be better that way.

Because I don't have to love anymore.

Because my love has long since run out.

I won't be sad again.

I'm so tired and sad to write poetry)

For example, if the 56 characters of Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" are disassembled and reassembled into a new poem, if the remaining words can't be put together, I will change some words into it myself, and I have tried this, because we are new to writing poems, and we can refer to the style of great poets in quoting allusions and using imagery.

The daughter of Zhao Hejin is also a fan of water and smoke to collect tears.

Forced to come to the front hall to watch the song and dance, Zhao begged someone to report to Qin.

Jin Cui shook the light body, and the auspicious light spit out the branches of ten thousand years at night.

Yang Huaxue fell back to white apples, and bravely retreated from the rapids of the year.

Liu Xiang is not poor with soldiers, and Qingtian cuts out the golden hibiscus.

Qingshao is both a human being.

Emperor Qin's life is bitter, and he is suspicious of the crane and wants to dominate the sky.

Sent in the form of a song in the form of a poem, Xie Shou ascended the city to the distant peak.

The jade tree is full of courts, and the plum lotus is round in June.

The king came to beg for wine money, and Zhang Qian didn't work hard.

Yang Ye Bai wears the Rong Hui Mansion, and the betel nut noodles are astringent.

The horse is frightened and the ghost cries in the clouds, and the dawn cries and quacks the neighbors.

The discerning Shamen is really far away.

King Zhao is hard to defeat Qin Shi Huang? Build strong.

Zhao Jinxiang Yang. The little sister of the Yong Liu family is really beautiful, and the green mountains and green waters come to wander;

Qing'er couldn't find a husband, and Meng Jiang of the Qin Dynasty was sad for him. Zhifa.

King Xie Yumei. Qianyang is making art in a trance. Ma Xiao.

Hui Ji secular psalms!

The Land of Snow and Fog (Seven Uniques).

Snowflakes are scattered all over the sky.

The fog is hidden in the pavilion.

What a dream.

The national wind sits in the north against Guanghan.

The Land of Snow and Fog (Seven Laws).

The snow blooms dance in the clear air, scattered into the murmuring of the stream;

The misty flowers are like white butterflies, and the double play is full of mandarin ducks;

It is with the light plum floating Champs, but also with the breeze and Tilian;

If the country is a pearl in the sea, a scene and a thing will be restored.

Brother Xinchun, you know.

Seven Laws Spring Ends.

The old plum cheeks are tired, and the willow eyes are secretly secret.

The peach blossoms have bloomed in the past three springs, and the dream has been in April.

Often twist the red incense to turn over the book, and I also think that the Qing Emperor Lai poems.

The pastime of the pen turned to Xiao Suo, and he was stunned for more than ten years.

This is a seven-character poem.

Seven Absolute Telling.

Diseased trees, withered vines, and blue seas, without stealing the elixir, it is difficult to run.

The fairy world is desolate, and the weeping blood and red silk are tears.

This song is the Seven Absolute (I won't say much about the implicit content, just look at the literal one.) Both of them are my original ones, and you can't flip through the books.

New branches. Striding on the stage and smiling at the spring, the slanting wind and cold rain are exchanged for gold bottles.

It is still the color of the willow of the new branches, and the flowers are one point shallow from the thin life.

Thin and cool. The door covers the fat red half of the makeup, and the flowers leave a pot of incense in the moonlight.

There is never a long joy in wine, but I prefer wine**.

Laugh and treat the floating clouds as a high-ranking guest, and the guests must be full of drinks when they come.

I hope that this growth is not guilty, and no one laughs at each other.

Early summer even theme. The heavy rain fell and the wind stopped, and the clouds rose at the beginning of the day.

The muddy sweat is like a pulp, and the scorching muscles and bones are like fire.

I wrote this the other day, and it's quite appropriate.

I'm not used to writing the Seven Rules, I'm sorry.

Your teacher's requirements are high, and the seven laws and seven absolute rules have strict requirements for the discipline! The above spring end and telling, the author obviously knows the rhythm, but the actual meaning has to be studied by himself, hehe.

Thinking about the remnants of the clouds at night, the lonely star hangs in the sky, how can you stay up after a long sleepless night. Full of sorrow and inhumanity, I can only lean on the window to watch the dawn. Impressions.