The master helped me make a poem, and the great god helped me write a poem

The clouds rise and fall, and the sky is blue.

The road is now hidden and the road is vast.

Spread your wings and hit the sky.

I want the sky to be clear.

Title: Yangtai Mountain

The more ambitious you are.

Lingyun bird does not sing, the spirit is roaring, the wind and thunderstorm stop, my generation of tourists, young people go down the mountain, and then pick up the flying dragon team, and then work hard to reach a higher peak.

Mulan laments" The world is old, yes or no, don't look back, the dust of the heart falls, worry and sorrow, go with the wind, it is difficult to hate, send sand boats, let drifting, not gentle, lonely and cold, to start from the beginning...

The breeze is hesitant, with the confusion of dusk, the green leaves are brilliant, and the sunset is fleeting. My generation is self-reliant, has the courage to forge ahead, and has the ambition to help each other in the same boat, and create a vast history. . .

Even if there is pride through the ages, who knows?

This is what I wrote, for friends who have this common experience, self-encouragement!

Five Absolute Leg Monkeys.

There is no place for the homeland.

The end of the world is broken.

There is nowhere to go in this life.

Monkey man in the end.

I wrote it before, and it seems too pessimistic.

Minus the word magnolia.

The end of the world is broken. A few more dreams of life.

Drunk and greedy. How did you expect to be sad and forgetful.

Looking back lonely. After the wind and rain, the sun returned to both sides of the strait.

Green mountain passes. Just wait for me to step on Jiuchuan again.

words, seemingly positive )

The black clouds are overpowering, and everything starts again.

Mo Yan's road ahead is dangerous, and he will reach the top one day.

The wind and rain are bleak, and the road ahead is dark.

Disheartened, embark on the journey.

Stay in the spring breeze to warm the south of the Yangtze River.

The winged geese chirped for nine days.

The illusory life is endless, where can I really promise it once. If you want to see the moon in the clouds, there will be a time to chase the wind and stars.

I used to be young and frivolous.

People grow and hate to bend their edges.

The past is like the wind and the water.

Why not fight for another seven years.

You can use Pushkin's Ah directly

If Life Deceives You".

If Life Deceives You".

Don't be sad, don't be anxious.

Calm is needed on a gloomy day.

Believe it, happy days will come.

The heart is always yearning for the future.

Now it's often melancholy.

Everything is instantaneous.

All will pass.

And that's gone.

It will become a kind memory.

In addition, I wrote a song myself:

Just say that there are thousands of trees and pear blossoms, how can you know if it is cold for thousands of miles?

Leaning alone in the east wind, where is the two boundless days?

Breaking the ice and spitting fragrant is cold, and the same flowers bloom late.

You don't see the day when thousands of miles of ice swallow mountains and rivers, but when I am alone!

To explain, plum blossoms are confused by the beauty of thousands of trees and pear blossoms in winter, and the flowers bloom in winter, but they don't know the cold of winter. Alone by the wind and rain. But I can't find a warm drop of sunshine.

Finally! Break the ice and spit out the cold!! It's blooming!!

It's the same flower, so why bother about whether it's late or not. Don't you see that when thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are swallowed by ice, it is when I am alone!!

This is Yongmei, but it can reflect the history of Yongmei. The last sentence is that Yongmei people expressed their determination. Uh-huh, although I am, but with the plot. Ahem.

Forever be the first person in the world, and I will not see the ancient and modern fighting for poverty.

Words and ambitions pick up the stars, and after defeat, they will be in the dust.

Poetry is the poet's expression of the situation and the environment in which he lived. Whether it is a detached style, an ancient poetic style, a modern poetic style, or a modern poetic poem, it is just a form of poetry.

The most beautiful thing is that standing at the height of human history flashes the aura of the times of poetry and orange travel. Thus Shi Nailing is literature within literature. In the field of art, poetry is everywhere.

Poetry is the highest embodiment of artistic beauty. The beauty of poetry also appears from time to time in the field of non-literary arts, exquisite fragments in scientific works, and even in the state of life and work of people.