What original poems do you have? Collect your own original poems

The crowd flew away.

The cold comes and the spring is full of branches.

All things compete for spring.

Only Mei Shou Dongya.

Hanmei. It just doesn't rhyme.

The ground is even deep in the sky and the blue shadow, and the first long rain is like autumn sinking. But he is still vigorous with the wind, and he dares to laugh at Lingyun out of thin air. "Look at the Lotus".

The galaxy has not seen waves, and the years are silent and the world is wide. Why wait for tomorrow when you reunite, another year of lovesickness in your dreams! "The Eve of Tanabata".

Tashi Martyrs.

Shadows and shadows, singing birds chanting.

The tide surface is golden, and the blood at the bottom of the tide is rippling.

Seeing each other, drunk and sad again, Mengchun Building, only the new warbler broke her makeup as the old Europe. Heavy hair plate, silk fiber an. But it is a spring water and autumn again.

One: Only under the low hill green pine forest, and the weeping willows fly on the bank of the stream. The warm day smokes the wind and plays the new lotus, and the mirror is dotted with hibiscus water.

Two: I like Noda to wear sulfur forests, starting or stopping or hovering. There are many turns up and down, and the distance is far away and suddenly close. "Two Dragonflies".

Sweep the moss in front of the court with a broom, and help the cane to look at the deer firewood. Flying flowers have entered the tent several times, and a few pine trees serve the cloud platform. Every time I hear the news of the yellow bird, I also see the pink butterfly crossing the north of the fence. The new tea grass hall is warm and warm, and the breeze and forest spring are waiting for guests. ("Hospitality" mountain house owner).

The autumn wind rises, the night is slightly cool, and the moon is like jade falling all over the hall. Fanghua is like autumn in the blink of an eye, and the garden is full of osmanthus fragrance.

The ancient street is beautiful and handsome, and the countryside is fragrant with chestnuts and fruits.

The students are diligent and see the lights at night.

Maotanchang Middle School, Lu'an City, Anhui Province.

Life fifty. Sigh that time is short, fifty years have passed.

I shed tears and looked back.

Maran blossoms. Mo Shang Ma Lankai, the beauty mourned several times.

A thousand years of empty waiting, the bright moon is thin and fragrant.

"Crying Cicada" exists like a tree, not its leaves.

Ten years of cold and bitter windows, a volume of spring and autumn, when the title of the gold list, the family is happy.

Comic strips. Jiangnan - plum blossoms everywhere, plum blossoms - degree of stone rock.

The stone rock and flowing water are murmuring, the gurgling dripping clouds and smoke, the clouds and smoke - everywhere in the middle of the mountain, how beautiful the environment of the middle of the mountain.

The beautiful environment seeks to share, and it is important to be drunk and happy together.

It's cold. A couple of birds on a telephone pole.

They leaned on their wings.

Keep each other warm in this winter.

Very intimate look.

There is no snow yet in the south.

Only a shallow frost fell.

It is their warm words that chirp.

The children grew up.

Go to distant places to find food for life.

Leave them a couple of old birds.

Wait in the hometown of the tree.

I wish I could have children who have left the country.

In the spring of some green mountains and green waters.

Return safely. Chirp together.

Life) with the ordinary words of life, write the extraordinary beauty of life, sway pride, collect sweetness, bit by bit, intermittently, everyone's life is, the rhythm of poetry.

Original about landscaping and snow.

If it doesn't snow in winter, it won't be the same.

Snow and Mei are on board.

A little red and a little white.

Write the original intention with one stroke at a time.

My original, the season of grass and flowers, the year of prosperity. This festival is worth celebrating, decorated with colorful flowers.

I wrote in class the day before yesterday, and it was wonderful to have no classes in the afternoon, and I slept until after dusk. When I got up, I took the rice bowl, just because it was close to dinner.

I've written poems about drinking, and yesterday I drank too much and woke up wanting to vomit. I've been depressed lately, and I always have a lot of feelings.

This is what I wrote to my boyfriend who is out of town.

I always miss you, I can't see you.

I want to hug you, but in a dream.

Flowers bloom and fall, spring, autumn, winter and summer, a farewell in June, and a meeting in February.

Life is like a play, because of fate, it is not easy to get together, and it is not easy to help each other until you are old, whether you should cherish it more.

Dust flies in the dormitory, and it is not cleaned for ten days and a half. If there is a big cleaning, the house is full of rats to flee for their lives.

I really want to have a wife who cooks for me. The reality is very helpless, so I still have to wait. What do you guys think?

I have written that cars crave roads, flowers and plants crave rain and dew, and eunuchs crave male hormones.

I wrote in the dormitory last night, the lights out mean that the lights are not out, and the lights in the dormitory are bright. The candles and lamps are lit together, and they don't talk about the dawn.

You have created a place of lovesickness, leaving you bit by bit, who can say that there is no place in the world to be lovesick, watching the reeds bloom and fall, watching the sun rise and the moon set, your eyes are always full of desire.

Personally, I feel that since you created your own poems, you can make annotations for individual words yourself.

If I had to translate every sentence into the vernacular, I felt that it would destroy the mood of the poem, and I always felt that translating every sentence would be inferior to ......

Acacia sent to the east. The night is cold and the stars are scarce and lonely.

Flowers and leaves are less and less sorrowful.

Looking at the Yangtze River from afar.

How many old tombs laughed and talked about it.

A little bit of morning dew flows into the Yangtze River.

The Yangtze River flows east to Penglai.

Lovesick and pay the spring breeze.

The spring breeze deliberately sends away sorrow.

Sorrow comes to relieve hangover and chant poetry.

Thousands of mountains are not endless.

He still asks the sky to be clear.

When the spring breeze will mean to me, it means the world.

Lovesickness. Clear-mindedness.

But Yi Neng knows my heart.

The spring breeze Wu Qi proudly added wings.

Don't stop the cup, think about the sorrow:

It's going to have two wings.

The rice wine will be thanked to the sky.