I want to ask for some original classical poetry or prose

The more you get together, the more you become a miss, the more you have a dream, the more you don't want to wake up, and the more your feelings hurt, the more painful you are!

When looking through the autumn water no longer becomes a complaint, when the eyes of concentration are blocked outside the quietly departing figure, when the warm waiting becomes a habit that is difficult to change, tears, blurred, but the heart is clearer, there is a wisp of empty valley footsteps in the distance, stepping on the faint lamentation, disappearing in an empty corner ......

Forgotten, self-indulgent, inactive, hopeful ......

Everything I want to say, miss, and do is slowly sealed in my heart with the empty cold night, turning into a memory that will never fade, and becoming a sculptural landscape ......

At night, I slept quietly, together with the dreams of my life, and tried my best to find that piece of green friendship in confusion, but I became a captive of my mood, with feelings, regrets, and ......

All of this has become a fetter for me to be nostalgic and timid, hiding the trembling of my soul, looking back at your figure, drowning in endless chaos!

When a light suddenly flashed in the night, when all thoughts became a rope tightly wrapped around all thoughts and moods, when the heartbeat that was held and unwilling to let go was mentioned, a heavy and floating feeling surrounded the whole soul layer by layer, picked up and put down the ** that connected thousands of miles, hesitated countless times, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say, and couldn't say everything he wanted to say ......

Blurred, numb, woke up in pain, endured the bitterness, and fell asleep astringently!

I still have the strength, but I can only exchange intoxication for sadness, let the ruthless wind and rain towards the morning and twilight, but like tears in a dream, so, the pain let me in the dark, light a wind lamp, but how can I resist the shadow on the soul occupied by you?

I only wish, the amorous moonlight, the diligent blue bird, to carry a distant greeting, if, heart to heart can also pass through the attachment of time and space, through the cold wall erected because of the distance, through the thousands of rivers and mountains, please be sure to convey my greetings, convey a heart-to-heart greeting, tonight, how gentle the spring breeze is ......

Self-recommended poem" Zhumen did not see the smell of wine and meat, and there were still frozen bones in the world.

The ambition is empty, and the handsome talent is Shen Xue.

Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing in the world, where to stir up dust.

Poetry is poetry, and prose is prose. The two are not the same. It's just that modern times are many prose poems. It evolved on the basis of prose. Chi Qing.

Prose poetry is a genre between prose and poetry. It is the prose of poetry, the poetry of prose, in the final analysis, it is still a short, internal rhythm, beautifully written, philosophical text. Prose poetry is an independent literary genre and a member of the poetry category.

1.Poems: Rhymes; Pay attention to the basic prescriptiveness of sentence structure; One trillion keys is limited in length.

2.Prose: No rhyme; Do not pay attention to sentence structure relationship (the so-called single-line prose sentence is). Generally speaking, the length is less limited than the poem.

3.Prose poems: rhyme or prose; The preceding sentence is usually short; The length of the passage is usually short.

Mei Dai Yue is also bad. Partial self-portrait, the trail is out of the court. Wandering alone outside whom? Eagerly.

May old age. Together with you, hand in hand head white. Romance in the past. Smile.

Meidai. Even if Zhu Yan changes. Still in love with each other, how to ask it, time will not come again. A smile and a smile are full of love, the infatuation will never change, and the man is demented. With the decline of the temples. From time to time, I especially see it, so I complain about the delicate cheeks. It's even more annoying, and it will spoil you!

Absolutely original, but I didn't write it, I wrote it by a friend.

Heavenly Market.

Guo Moruo (Guo Kaizhen).

Far away street lights are bright, which is gone.

It seems to be shining with countless stars.

The stars in the sky appeared, as if they were lit by countless street lamps.

I think there must be a beautiful street market in the ethereal sky.

Some of the items on display in the market are certainly rare things that are not found in the world.

You see, the shallow Tianhe is certainly not very wide.

The Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river will definitely be able to ride the cow to rent the chain.

I think they must be wandering around the streets of heaven right now.

If you don't believe it, look at the shooting star, it's them walking with lanterns.

Ice and snow that have been freezing for a long time.

Suddenly woke up. Reduced to droplets.

Go ahead. Raid Collapse flows through the mountain col full of flowers.

Weave through the majestic peaks.

Pat the circle. Step into the flat wilderness.

Life on the land.

It's all because she's full of life.

Every corner of the earth.

all left her footprints.

In the storm, she is a raging wave.

In the calm, she is sparkling water.

What has not changed is that Chang Town has changed.

Rushing persistence.

Original, copy assured to use, modern rhyme foot poem, the whole poem rhymes, it is catchy to read, and it is the best work to read.

Enjoy the spring sunshine" The sunny day in March is a little cool.

When the swallow flies, the wind spins and does not give a direction.

The paper kite soars, hiding the desire to bathe in the blue sky before the line breaks.

The green water is rippling, wanting to restore the natural appearance of the past.

The grass was green and green, too far-fetched.

The early spring is as unstoppable as a girl, opening up the spring light of the south of the Yangtze River.

The willows dance lightly, what a chic leader.

Wanfang Turui, who can beat the fragrance of magnolia.

Lonely and lonely, Little Stone only wants to listen to the sound of flowing water under the broken bridge.

The vision set sail, and Huang Li bravely stood on the branches and wanted not to sing lightly.

Zigui's bloody sorrow shocked the audience.

Discussions, friends cherish time, please don't do this.

Boating on the lake, anglers sit back and wait for the fish to be fooled.

The scenery in the painting, the sketcher tried to collect the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Walking in a hurry, missing the time is used to enjoying it in the picture in the future.

There are two people, and the promenade on the dam is lonely and long.

In the spring season, the heart that was throbbing at the beginning has long since subsided with madness.

Don't come unharmed, under the beautiful scenery, I think of the beauty that I appreciated and appreciated.

Who's the bond with whom.

The drizzle fell gently, wetting a corner of the curtain.

The breeze blew obliquely, the night was silent, and the dao was silent.

New version of the branches. The green is at the beginning, and the pink power is falling in pieces.

Even if I am reluctant, I just linger for a while.

The leaves are the bonds of the flowers, scattered into mud only for the coming year.

The fruit is the bond of the leaves, contributing to the sweetness of a lifetime.

Perhaps separation becomes forever, and no one can escape the passage of time.

There is a lot of pain, but the initial indecisiveness is not enough.

Hold up the floating petals and count those feelings.

Whether there is a longing or not, there is always a trace of space in the heart.

Waiting until the end is not the desired result, I realized that some things don't have to be too persistent.

Maybe it's because I've thought too much about it, so I will repeat the mistakes of the past again and again.

If you can't be truly responsible, don't make promises lightly.

Even if it was a reluctant choice, it was a mistake in the first place.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will eventually fall, and if they have bloomed, there is no need to pursue the result.

No matter how many ties you have, don't hide your true self.

Many of the ties are just a wish on your own, and it is not too difficult to find out after letting go.

It may not be easy to truly forget, but after seeing through it, you will understand who is the bond of whom.

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