5 wonderful poems are urgently needed, thank you! 15

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

Spring dawn. Meng Haoran.

Spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night knows how many flowers fall.

Rain Alley. Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he argues alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

The light in her breath-like eyes was lacking, and she floated by.

Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, beside me, floated the girl;

She silently walked away, far away, to the desolate fence, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

Xi Murong's poem.

A flowering tree.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you go is losing the year.

Please listen carefully. That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

This is the most famous one.

Leading edge. If a person can really be reincarnated. If there is reincarnation in the world.

So. My love.

What we were in our past lives.

You. If she was a woman who picked lotus in Jiangnan.

I. It must be the one you missed.

You. If you were a naughty child who was skipping school.

I. It will be that brand new marble that falls out of your bag.

In the grass on the side of the road.

I saw you go away without knowing it.

If you were a monk facing the wall,

I will be the pillar of incense before the temple.

Burning. I have accompanied you for a quiet time.

Therefore. Meet in this life.

I always feel that there is something unfinished.

But it's very sudden.

Can't tell the difference carefully.

I can't tell you them all.

"Drizzle Ningbo" [Rhyme: Shangping Qiyu; Rhythm: Rising into the rhyme] Yongyu soft bullet moon lake, smell the birds and beads.

The clean sound is not like there are strings, and the fifty strings are poor and hateful.

Title: Mountain Residence Map" [Rhyme: Shangping Jiujia; Rhythm: The wild path is swept by the wind, and the snow is buried.

Don't listen to the world, drink and laugh.

Ink Fragrance Warrior is hereby presented.

[Farewell].

Tang Dumu) is amorous but always seems to be ruthless, but he can't smile in front of the bottle;

The candle has tears and regrets to say goodbye, and weeps for you until dawn.

Nanpubetsu] Bai Juyi Nanpu is sad and farewell, and the west wind is curling in autumn.

As soon as I saw the intestines broken, I didn't look back.

Peach blossoms falling.

Zhu Binghui) A dream was overshadowed.

Where to tell the situation.

The thin spring shirt sighed softly.

Pieces of peach blossoms are falling quietly.

The soft breeze is like water, and the rain falls.

Color-dyed blue water aromatherapy herbs.

Pieces of peach blossoms fall like butterflies.

Twilight spring has not yet reached old age.

Helplessly, the peach blossoms fell.

The beauty cheeks and lead tears crossed.

Pieces of sorrow and fine breeze.

The moon is faint and soft.

"The Prosperity of Love".

You say you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

I loved the river in front of my door.

Surging and surging.

It always makes people wonder that it should be a big river.

I made a boat.

It was tied to the shallow riverbank.

Hopefully one day.

You can go and see it with the big river.

I wanted to find the perfect time.

The weather is suitable.

Get on the boat. Become a smaller droplet.

But I didn't, didn't get on the boat.

Tie the reins of the ship.

Slowly decaying. The boat floated and fluttered.

They are all poems about the demise of a certain country or the change of dynasty.