Give me a poem beautiful and beautiful !

Let the fire of youth burn for eternity.

Let the lightning of life streak across the sky.

Trade all your enthusiasm for time.

Let the dream of youth have no end.

Let the fire of youth burn for eternity.

Let the lightning of life streak across the sky.

Make a promise to the starry sky.

Let the young heart never change.

Modern Poetry:

"Xu Zhimo" Xu Zhimo was wandering in the sky that day, comfortable, light, you didn't want to stay.

On that side of heaven or in that corner of the earth, your pleasure is unhindered leisure, and you are even more careless on the humble ground.

There is a first-class stream, although your brightness.

Stain his ethereal spirit as he passes, wake him up, and hold your shadow tight.

What he clung to was dense sorrow, because beauty could not be still in the landscape;

He wants you to fly over the mountains and cast shadows on the wider lakes and seas!

He's emaciating for you, the first-class stream, in the hopeless hope, hoping for you to fly back!

Whisper" Xu Zhimo.

The autumn rain is in the first-class cold autumn pool, in a haggard autumn willow, on a timid autumn branch, on a piece of autumn leaves that will be yellow but not yellow, listen to him cordially chatter, whisper about the love of the three autumns, love plots, and gently blow him down in the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, a vortex and a half, and follow the autumn flow.

The whispers of the autumn rain, the love affairs of the three autumns, and the plot of the love poems also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves, and the vortex and half turned, following the autumn flow.

Shayanara. — To Japanese girls.

Xu Zhimo is the most gentle with his bowed head, like a water lotus flower that is not shy, and he cherishes it, cherishes it, and there is a sweet sorrow in that cherishment

Shayanara.

"By Train".

My dad took me on the train, and when the train started, things outside the window moved;

The mountains began to recede, the trees receded, and the houses receded......

Wow! Everything went backwards, so weird and fast, we didn't have to walk, and we arrived in Taipei all at once.

Aunt Qiu" We think of Aunt Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu's face.

It's red. Round and chubby.

I haven't seen Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu.

is a painter.

Aunt Qiu came.

and to the fruit trees and the crops.

Smeared with a golden one.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu. Busy - she gives them all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded. Plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

Make an observation

The basket is too small. Can't fit!

Aunt Qiu. She was so nice, she sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that for the village to see the yard.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Qiu. Clothed in dewdrops.

Stepping on frost flowers. Quietly gone.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

I learned to write" When I learned to write "little sheep", all of a sudden, the trees, the houses, the fences, everything I saw with my eyes was bent and rolled up like wool.

When I took the word "river" and wrote it in my little exercise book, a splash of water splashed in front of my eyes, and a palace rose from the bottom of the water.

When I finished writing "meadow" with my pen, I saw bees busily among the flowers, two butterflies whirling, and I could put them all in the net with a wave of my hand.

If I write "my dad", I immediately want to sing and jump a few times, I'm the tallest, I'm the best, I'm the best, I can do everything.

Take me with me, my kite, take me to the blue sky!

I'm going to fly in the sky, I'm going to hover in the sky, I'm going to fly like a bird, I'm going to fly over the sea, I'm going to fly over the ocean.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

To see how wonderful the world is in the sky, to see how good the children are in the world, I want to hold hands with them, I want to laugh with them.

Take me with you, my kite, and take me to the blue sky!

Beauty is good for oneself, beauty is pleasing to the eye, beauty is delicious to eat, beauty is comfortable, and beauty is good.

People pursue beauty because of beauty, what people pursue is not necessarily beautiful, and what people pursue is their own beauty.

Beauty is a good feeling, and beauty is a pleasant dry experience.

Beauty is the beauty of people, and it is only when it is useful to people that it feels beautiful.

What is good is beautiful, everything that is good can be said to be beautiful, and people's pursuit of good is also the pursuit of beauty.

People have pursuits, people pursue because of beauty, people want to wear well, eat well, live well, use well, are all in the United States, want to wear the beauty, eat the beauty, live beautifully, play the beauty.

Good is not necessarily beautiful, for example, people who suffer hardships feel that they are not beautiful, although suffering is beneficial to money, people want to be beautiful from time to time, but they feel not beautiful, they feel bad, thanks to themselves, there is no beauty in beauty, and there is beauty in not beauty.

Beauty is the most intuitive, people everywhere feel the beauty and ugliness, see the beauty and envy the ugliness, hear the beauty and ugliness, smell the beauty and ugliness, the mouth can taste the beauty and ugliness, the body can feel the beauty and ugliness, they are beautiful and beautiful, they are beautiful and fragrant, delicious and comfortable.

People are better at pursuing beauty than pursuing good, and beauty is in the mood with feelings.

Beauty is more beautiful than good love, good is judgment, beauty is experience, beauty is more direct to people, beauty reacts more quickly, and beauty is greater than good action.

Men have a good rational tendency, and women have a sensual tendency to be beautiful.

Women are more sensitive to beauty, and women value beauty more.

Beauty is larger than good, beauty is more intuitive than good, beauty is more than good feelings, beauty is more than good reaction, and beauty is more needed than good.

Some people regard perfection as God, God is perfect, and human beauty is close to God.

The universe is regular, orderly, harmonious, beautiful,

Beauty is information, beauty is information, people's hearts yearn for beauty, and the world of beauty will nourish and soothe his heart.

Thick clouds overwhelmed the heavens and the earth.

The autumn wind blows the bun.

There was a lonely goose crying faintly in the sky.

Who wants to open history.

Find out the dust traces of the edge.

Who wants to lift the brush.

Write the legend of love.

The crescent moon evokes thoughts.

Flowing water is soaked in melancholy.

Memories of yesterday that are gone.

Still warm and sweet.

Mandarin ducks frolicking in the water.

We're all in this together.

The twin swallows are rotten and let them fly to the sky.

We don't separate.

Even if the clouds are thick.

Even if the autumn wind is urgent.

I would like to endure the pain for the rest of my life.

Crying and waiting for you.

I think I've written the best ever written.

The tall buildings are unbearable.

The cold wind blows into a dream, and the curtain trembles.

Outside the curtain, the banana wind is messy.

The sound of strings is fluttering.

Slender jade hands.

How can it be affectionate.

Can come to write new poems and new sorrows.

Sorrow often goes with the wind.

- I just wrote it recently.

Each sentence is round pants with thimbles, and there is a poetic rhyme, I hope to be happy with orange Lu Jianhuan

You are the April day on earth.

I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of 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 dusk blowing celery destroys the softness of the wind, 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, and you are too big to prepare for you.

Innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you 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, and hope, as if you were the April day of the world!

The Milky Way is a great star.

The Milky Way shines brightly in the night sky.

The sky is vast and full of stars. They all blinked, and the number of teachers was uncountable.

Tiangong-1 told me that the earth is the big star. No other stars have been seen, and the atmosphere is thick for thousands of miles.

Ninety-two kinds of microparticles, all of which can generate light. The magic ozone protection line, most of which is not radiated.

The sun shines on the gold, and the ground is alive and all things are alive. Although the cosmic space is large, it is difficult to find a life soul in the nebula.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossed the rules of heaven and privately agreed on mortal love. It doesn't matter how many light years it is, it doesn't stop until the Earth's potential!