Who can create a poem for me, a small poem of their own creation

The ice cubes are shining.

The cheeks are scarlet and the smile is melting.

Silai flicked the snow on his sideburns.

It's another season of apricot blossoms.

The ice cubes are bright and beautiful one by one, reflecting the sun, and the crimson cheeks are full of smiles and melt into a heart. Thinking of each other gently brushing away the falling snow on their sideburns, and looking into the distance, the apricot blossoms are red half of the sky, and then I know that spring is coming.

Kindness... I don't know if you're a boy or a girl.,So it's a little vague about love.。。

The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go when you are young.

The five watches of the cold night at the head of the building, the bottom of the flower is sad and rainy.

Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps.

The ends of the earth remember the monarch's face, and the veins are endless.

This is a change, not an original. Adapted from Yan Shu's "Jade House Spring".

The sea and the moon know the window, and the ice leans on the Jinhu.

But he asked about the sorrow of the year, and he cried a few things.

Cangxi flowed in the past, and the rotten leaves danced at night.

The willow branch will be given tomorrow, and the picture of tonight will be drunk.

Bing Xue is smart and loves it, and Yan Yu has no guesses.

Love and love for a hundred years, acacia red beans are relatively open.

Hehe, just saw your addition, change it again:

Bing Xue is smart and loves a boat, and Yan Yutian has no guesses.

What have been said about love and love, and who is the acacia red bean for.

The tip of the iceberg is red, and I dominate the world.

Lang Lang Qiankun is free to do it, and the cape is in love with her.

Ice Heart Jade Bone. Yan Xiu is affectionate.

Fanghua is peerless. Elegant and soft.

The cold snow is cold and the memory is red.

Bing Qingyu is smiling.

Frozen three-foot red face.

It's cool just because I see Yiyan.

The snow is as clear as the moon.

Chi Dusk's face is as pale as ice.

The bright moon shines on the white head, where is the whisper. I don't know whose house it is, blue sea and blue sky.

The silver moon reflects Jiuzhou, and the sea of clouds is quiet and leisurely.

Chang'e is white, and she will always hold hands in her dreams.

The moonlight shines on the high-rise buildings, and the wind makes the maple leaves sad.

Get drunk with wine, and have no worries in your dreams.

My teacher and I stole watermelons, I stole both, and he stole them.

He went to jail, I went home, I ate popsicles at home.

He was beaten with a stick in prison, and my popsicle was finished.

His little life is over!

"Silver Moon" doesn't know what color the moon is, if it looks like a silver, it is bright, not as good as crystal. (If you don't like it, don't spray).

Vast sea, blue sky.

Cute birds are flying in the air, and big green trees are swinging in the wind.

The quatrain Ming Dynasty was proud of two yellow orioles falling in love, and a crow came to make trouble. The oriole becomes Ultraman, and the crows that are beaten are sparse.

I stole watermelons with the teacher, I stole two and she stole three, she went to jail, I went home, I wrote homework at home, she wrote checks in prison, I ate melon seeds at home, she mourned in prison, my melon seeds were finished, her little life was over.

Two orioles fall in love, and a crow comes to make trouble. The oriole becomes Ultraman, and the crows that are beaten are sparse.

Recall a moment softly, and look down on others and despise yourself. Instantly travel back to your dreams,

Teach you that you are a tree, I will not be a flower and a grass.

I would like to take root and grow branches and stretch beside you.

Be a tree that is in harmony with you.

Your taste is bitter, I don't think about saltiness or sweetness.

I would abandon the current possession of non-point pursuits.

Handover your same suffering.

You're a fog that I don't want to catch and don't want to see clearly.

I want to flutter and fly into your arms of your affection.

Intertwined called ethereal fog.

You are a candle, I don't want to be the sun, moon and stars.

I'm going to burn and light up your life and your happiness.

It's the candle of your heart.

You are a drop of morning dew, I don't envy the rivers and worship the sea.

I'm just relieved to be that little bit clear.

Ye Lu who blends with you.

You are a string of tears, so I don't want to laugh or care.

I am with you bitter, and my eyes will always be there.

Teardrops that meet you.

There is no end to the joys and sorrows in the world, and only hatred is better than joy.

My life is up to me, and I am not afraid of losing my life if I have the heart to change my life.

It depends on whether you write ancient style poems or modern poems, ancient style poems pay attention to rhyme and plainness, and modern poems can be played at will according to the artistic conception.

In the dead of night, light a cigarette, drink a cup of tea, open your mind, and have a sudden inspiration!

Read more literary books, accumulate more, copy down sentences that you think have characteristics and connotations, accumulate them over time, and then you can apply what you have learned when writing poems in the future, so that you can create a poem.

Try writing and you'll find that it's not that hard.

If it's really hard, you're not ready.

Creation requires a solid literary foundation, which is laid by a huge amount of reading.

When you really feel like you're reading too few books, you're ready to create. (The more knowledge, the less you will have).

Hello, it depends on whether you write ancient style poems or modern poems, ancient style poems pay attention to rhyme and plainness, and modern poems can be played at will according to the artistic conception. Test a few points, thank you for resurrecting A. Spider-Man Provident Fund, what a feeling.

If you want to create your own poetry, you must first like poetry and literature, be good at observing, the natural environment, connect the natural environment with your own mood, read rich literary works, so that you can think and reflect on reading, have your own situation, connect together, and constantly express your thoughts and feelings with words, and after a long time, you can create poetry

It depends on the accumulation of your usual knowledge and perception of life, so reading more books is the last word. I usually read other people's poems. Then to experience the poet's emotions. In the long run, I'll try to write about it myself.

The first and most important thing to do when you want to write a poem about yourself is that you have to start writing, start writing, and follow what I say.

First of all, you need to know what you want to say. Then follow the idea of what you want to say, imagination. And narrate what you imagine, and remember the logic of your own thinking.

Finally, he reduced his narrative until it met the conditions of the poem. It only meets the requirements of the poem, but the original meaning cannot be changed. In this way, you can quickly write your own little poems about yourself.

Of course, such a little poem is only rudimentary. However, from an ordinary person in an ordinary life, he suddenly became a cultural person who can write poetry. This is also a change of identity, and this change is still very fulfilling.

When you start writing, you're not far from that little poem about yourself. I wish you a work of your own soon and look forward to enjoying your work. You are welcome to pay attention to the column "Encounter Like Smoke" and accept your contributions.

First of all, you have to know that writing poetry is an intellectual and emotional exercise. So, draw inspiration from past experiences and let readers appreciate your words. When writing, consider the mood and atmosphere.

2 8 When you find a poem or the work of a poet you admire, try to imitate his style. This will help you understand why he wrote it the way he did. Practice using other people's work as you develop your own style.

3 8 To write poetry, you have to be inspired, so what is the inspiration in, life! Joy, emotion, and anger in life are all initiators of inspiration. You can start with a headline to guide your thoughts, or just take into account everything that comes to mind.

You may feel sad or angry, someone misses you, or you feel another kind of inner pain. Express your thoughts in writing until you don't need to add anything.

4 8 Choose a topic or word that is relevant to your inspiration. Next, make a list of phrases related to this topic. For a theme like love, you can write about friends, family, charm, hope, light, love letters or poems, white doves, red roses, and more.

5 8 Poetry is mostly symbolic language, and it asks you to express your emotions through metaphors, descriptions, and associations. The language is concise and the words are accurate. And the sentences should have a sense of rhyme.

6 8 can also be more than just writing about emotions. Don't do it, even for personal or autobiographical poetry. Tell the reader what you did, what you touched, your specific memory, or compare it to the world or nature.

Readers are curious to get to know you, keep them interested in your poems, and build a connection between you and the reader.

7 8 Pay attention to strong or abnormal images when writing. You may have seen an insect trying to make its way through a deep crack in the pavement. Describe the scene in words so that the reader feels like they are experiencing it for themselves.

You can even add scenes to your personal life to remind you of what.

8 8 Poetry is to use as few words as possible while using catchy phrases to describe what you have written. Once you're done with the first draft, read it to see if there are any unnecessary repetitions.

I want to keep my eyes on the sky to watch people's every move, listen to the birds singing, and see how beautiful the sky is.

It's easy to write a poem, but it's not easy to write a good poem. Writing a good poem is like opening a road, you can learn from the skills and tools of others to open the way, but you must not follow the path that others have opened, not only to reflect life truthfully, but also to reflect your understanding and views on life. Of course, it goes without saying that there is an accumulation of abundant life.

Besides, poetry creation is not something that can be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

Familiar with 300 Tang poems. I can't compose poetry and I can sing it.

First of all, you must have a deep cultural foundation, but also pay attention to observation, be rich in associations and imagination, write diligently and practice more, and you can write a good poem after a long time.

Buy a literary dictionary to learn ancient Chinese, then sign up for a writing class to learn a variety of writing techniques. Usually accumulate more, and write a note in your free time. Then memorize more ancient poems and understand the ancient poems written by others thoroughly.

To make your own poems, first of all, you have to dare to write, and secondly, you have to have a certain knowledge reserve to increase your literary literacy. Then just write it, preferably with someone in the industry who can take you with you.

Re: - Literature and art come from life and are higher than life. : Only by going deep into life can we have feelings and feelings?

Example:

"Looking at the Starry Sky"——

Outside the song

Oilers! (Homecoming Doll Book).

It is difficult to find stars in the downtown area for a long time.

Overnight in the countryside full of stars.

The sky is wide open.

The stars and the moon shine into a dream.

Smoke drifts in the downtown area.

The countryside is clear and the sky is far away.

Suddenly, see the realm of heaven and earth (note).

Hearts are chasingWave height.

Note: See :(xi an).

Not all big trees.

all were broken by the storm;

Not all seeds.

None of the soil can be found to take root;

It's not all true.

all lost in the desert of hearts;

Not all dreams.

They are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all flames.

All only burn themselves.

without illuminating others;

Not all stars.

All indicate only darkness.

without reporting the dawn;

Not all singing.

They all passed only by their ears.

And not stay in the heart. Ku Zheng Shi.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all appeals have gone unheard;

Not all losses cannot be compensated;

Not all abysses are perdition;

Not all the doom is covered on the heads of the weak;

Not all minds.

all under their feet, rotting in the mud;

Not all consequences.

It's all tears and blood, and they don't show joy.

All the present is pregnant with the future, and everything in the future grows from its yesterday.

Hope, and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders without limbs.

One person wants to leave, don't force it to stay, and if you force it to stay, it will cause resentment and worry.

One by one, sorrow is moderate, and it is necessary to look away, and to see the reunion and parting.

117 words of the top poem "Mo Qiangliu Look Open".

One by one, the third brother of Aishan AA Liu Jiujiu.

For example: the phoenix and the dragon are victorious, and the phoenix is commensurate.

Nirvana came back to the Tao of fortune, and his life was born in the fire.

Hua Tuo's reincarnation is all over the world, originating from the essence of the industry and Penglai.

The medical skills are opened, and the drugs are truth-seeking and exchanged.

The name of the young teacher of the Pan family is there, and he is a good talent through the apricot forest.

A ray of sunshine, a section of shouting stove noise, a poem, a chapter of the world.

The sorrow of the ink, the joy of the ink, with the remnants of the leaves to the north, to the south.

Jerky love, profound, but irrelevant to unforgettable, let it dissipate?

Why not borrow a book and read it when you're older!

The notes are lonely, the keys are lonely, the movement is lonely.

Paper-thin whispering, bamboo thin, there have never been knowers, musicians and singers.

Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly sentimental, both tangible and intangible.

The prodigal son of thought, the field that walks, the mountain that flies.

Let's not talk about the dim and rotten love poems, love affairs, and plots, it can be seen that the remnants of the sun and the noisy edge of Loulan: a body dressed as Zheng, a lonely shadow?

Why lock your eyebrows, everything is vulgar, why care about its elegance or not!

The silence that can't sit still, the dead trees in the courtyard, where are the friends? == I'm very fond of modern poetry.,I don't know what about the landlord?

Hairpin head phoenix (imitation empty reed).

Long hair fluttering, beautiful and delicate, who knows the new words of a song.

The heart is sad, the tears are falling, and the preparation is clever.

A trace of sadness, several times of melancholy.

Pass. Pass. Pass.

The sorrow is still the same, the intention is difficult to stay, and Xiao Xiao Luomu is hard to find.

The geese have also passed, the fighting is also wrong, people are separated by the sky, and the thoughts are difficult to say.

Fall. Fall. Fall.