Find some poems, preferably written by yourself

Youth has great ambitions, and dreams will stay.

Fight bravely in the wind and rain, and the colorful youth does not bow down.

Dare to be the first to move forward, and the opportunity must be prepared before it comes.

Fantasia achievements are made, and youth is not in vain.

A total of the dream of flying (Yao Zhu Chang'e-1 liftoff)—

The dream came true in the distant sky, and the congratulations stretched for thousands of miles.

Under the lonely lamp of the fairy dance, the eyebrows are like willow dreams.

Just as the ship appears in the sea, the horn sounds.

Ascending into the universe, the stars will look at the sky, and the sky will see the sweetness of Chang'e in the moon.

The ends of the earth are laughing, and the children of China are happy!

Where is my wish drifting bottle going?

Where is my wish drifting bottle going?

The vast sea makes the heart wander, oh, my wish drifting bottle with the waves.

Stirring with the wind. Where is my wish drifting bottle going?

The little sea breeze makes the heart yearn for, oh, my wish drifts in the air in a bottle.

And the rain fluttering. Where is my wish drifting bottle going?

Shy Smoke Wish Fly, Oh, My Wish Drifts Bottle and Dreams, Never Forgotten! Congratulations and congratulations.

Mulberry picking nostalgia.

Although the past is still in love, this love is unforgettable, this scene is unforgettable, the green trees and green mountains are rippling.

A tragic song evokes the deceased, the autumn is unharmed, the hope is unharmed, only the remnants of the sun and thousands of waves.

1. The flowers bloom for ten miles, and the willows are bright, and the warblers are crying everywhere. The faint soft wind is drunk, who pities the grass and insects.

2. What kind of wonderful sunny day after rain? Warm sunshine, soft earth, well-behaved dewdrops.

3. The west wind rises again, and the upstairs is sad and sleepless. Listen to the yellow leaf tree, the poor traveler has been at the top.

4. After a spring rain, the dark clouds slowly leave, and the sun pokes its head out. The grass shook off the droplets of water and washed the dirt off its body. The earthworm crawling out of the soil, walking in the forest, its body, stretched and twisted in the sun.

5. There is no place to put the mood, and the window complains to Yunzhi. Pitiful and speechless, envy him for doing a good job, but he can be free and beautiful. Long hatred is in the world, and he is only timid and unclothed. The rest will pay the dream to the river stream, if it becomes a cloud, it will not be too late.

6. The clear sky is full of clouds, like a fire and the sun shines on the eyes. The willows hang low and the wind does not move, and the cicadas sing loudly and the rain is difficult to pay. Floating melon can relieve intestinal heat, and ice wine can soothe three inches of throat. The heart is quiet and does not hear the things outside the window, and temporarily lives in the cool dream of Zhuang Zhou.

7. Passing through the smoked wind, wearing the courtyard swallow language. A curtain of dreams wakes up like a promise. The pomegranate blossoms are more pitiful, and suddenly the colorful butterflies compete to fly. The scenery is still fresh and the time is good. That's the guy who danced the tsai. The dark green cicadas on the side of the road sounded, and the sound seemed to tell the soft intestines.

The following is a poem I wrote myself.

The lake boat fishing, the mountain shadow flies in the blue river, the fisherman travels in the water in a single boat, the breeze and drizzle rush to the clouds, and the lake boat holds the silk hanging.

Make your own sentences as follows:

1.For example, when you are recuperating at home, you can collect philately and collect coins, and you will have fun researching innovative dishes by yourself. When you can get out of the house, you can learn Tai Chi and make friends.

2.Dr. Bai works in a general private clinic on the outskirts of Shanghai, using his own developed technology.

3.She saw her hair reflected in the clear river, fluttering gently in the morning breeze, and she saw her innocent eyes glint mysteriously in the water like stars.

Sad minor.

The season of fireworks.

Write acacia on a piece of paper lonely.

The wind does not stop.

into a song of flowers and butterflies.

That night the cold moon in the west window.

Remnant snow embraces the cold night.

Farewell to life and death. The words mandarin duck are endless.

Your smile under the red candle.

Interpret love deeply.

The armor does not take off, showing a generation of heroes in troubled times.

Reading the Smoke and Rain Champs.

A few knots of water and a few knots of mountains.

The Buddha ancient green lantern is accompanied by the moon.

Who transcribed the ancient scriptures for whom.

To relieve the sins of the first life.

I see the flowers but I don't see the leaves.

The west wind is tight and the white hair is swaying.

A figure is an abbreviation for two people.

Who hid that stormy night?

The lights on the corners of the city have been dimmed.

Who touched whose heart?

Who provoked whom's lovesickness parting.

An Old Testament from your past life.

It's a calamity that I can't survive in this life.

by Berry.

If you write it yourself, you can use it as a lyric poem.

complained about the love of shooting tigers and splashing white clothes, and sassy across the green skull. The family and country are broken, and they are helpless and sleepy.

Tears are sprinkled, the mountains are heavy, and the dreams are hurried. Half of his intestines are broken, and he regrets the peach blossoms, and it is difficult to give up.

It's written about land tours.

The clouds are deep and the green mountains can be hidden, and the lake is flat and misty is difficult to cross.

The small continent is verdant.

The heavens are still in accordance with the situation, and the light rain ripples.

It is difficult to be too white, and Wuliu is quiet and dependable.

Picturesque poetry with a smile.

The breeze is light, and it has been leisurely for thousands of years.

Chen Meng is hard to remember. The past goes with the wind.

Some desolation flutters in the wind.

Tap the vanity. It's already dusty.

Lay out a page of rice paper.

It fell into a lot of ink spots.

The bell is ringing. Memories are hazy.

The old man is gone. Laughter is hard to find in the old days.

Just wait for the autumn breeze to cool off.

Flowers fall a few degrees. The lonely goose jumps with the frozen words, and it is a love song without sadness.

The keyboard is a reflection of the beautiful movements.

The majestic distant mountains can't stop the footsteps of longing.

The weak radio waves are the ladder of love for you.

Your voice is like a heavenly sound, and it often haunts my dreams.

The laughter like a silver bell echoed in my heart for a long time.

Gently drift with me into the distance.

The maple leaves there travel lightly through the seasons.

The river there always flows in the heart.

There the rainbows frolicked happily among the clouds.

The language there will only be: I love you.

The wind points and the red leaves lean on the small building, and the brook is clear and the stone runs and the fish play softly.

The vast blue sky is like water, and the fruits are harvested.

The cold winter snow is in a hurry, and the birds are flying like wings and kissing autumn.

The green lotus comes out of the silt, and the red and pink daffodils are wet.

The glamorous shadow is swinging in the waves, smiling for a thousand years.

The world is chasing the name of Yi, and Uncle Mao is allowed to do so.

The first lotus Shi Fandel, rippling the heart of the walker.

Sheng Heyan wanted to speak, worried about the boat pedestrians.

In the deep mud, it is difficult to see Yi's smile.

Once the cool breeze rises, the residual lotus is attached to the lotus.

The one who shouted the world in anger has broken his bowels in a hoarse voice.

Although the lotus heart is full of holes, I am willing to hurt for the coming year.

Years and years are all for this, crying alone and crying two lines of dreams, the remnants of flowers are revived, and the broken branches are shallow and slowly. Jiangnan Jiangbei flowers are still there, and Huainan Jinxiu is a lone star.

The snow is thousands of miles away without flowers, and everything withers and is pitiful.

A line of footprints goes with the wind, half of it is overturned and half of it is fresh.

The dry lotus is three inches and the canopy is broken, and the plum is not discouraged and proud of the blue sky.

Even though there are 3,000 snows in the cold winter, the morning sun does not hesitate to descend on the world.

Mine, you can choose one.

Recalling the past, I tasted it as a way, three cups and two smiles. I don't see anything in the world, so why can't I mess up the strings.

Thinking about the present, when will you return to your own field? Poor Mengde, Yun Chang's loyalty envoy was returned.

If you don't know too much, you can ask

Ping, Ping. Peaceful, mediocre.

Cold, a lonely lamp shines on the temples all night. Pour sake and send goose feathers for thousands of miles.

Like a dream, Yunyue dreamed of thousands of miles, and the wind woke up and was startled. still reminiscing about the old times, only sorrow remains. Zeng remembered, Zeng remembered, the begonias returned at night.

Snow in winter.

I heard the wind last night, and I didn't know if there was snow. Plain dyed withered leaves, silver inlaid chrysanthemum table. Heaven and earth are difficult to demarcate, and the distant mountains are not visible. Wait until the red sunrise, how to leave a piece of white?

Bedside TV homesick drama, never get tired of watching it. When I looked back and saw the poems on the wall, I was deeply happy.

Liu Yong's, Nalan Rongruo's, Li Qingzhao's, and Tang Dynasty Lord Li Yu's.

The wind enters the pine bead curtain and rolls up the pine wind, the twilight is four in the east, the candle length reflects the skirt Luo thin, the letter pen, two green onions. The length of the courtyard swing, the low eaves are more falling.

I appreciate the flowers differently, the rain outside the building is hazy, the cloves are grinding cinnabar, the language is soft, and the heart is full. The mandarin duck two-character book is good, only to know that the goose is in a hurry.

The age is not small, there are double ten, and the way back is unknown! The heart is sad and angry, but there is no ability to sail, and there is no hatred. Hate what you can't do, what you can't do, what you can't do, what you can't do!

What's left? Know what life is fun for! How!

How! Today's oath, no sorrow moves! That's it.

Make a soy sauce.

What type of landlord likes, is it more heroic to read, or does it make me feel very good, can you explain?