Is poetry and poetry the way forward now?

There is something popular in every era. Poetry was prevalent in the Tang Dynasty, and everyone could sing it at that time. There is a good social environment for the development of poetry.

But now, ancient poetry is dying out. This is not because it has lost its spiritual charm, but more because in this era of spiritual corruption, people no longer attach importance to poetry and other things that move the soul.

Yes, that's right. But when I see that so many people are still quite talented, I still want to say to you in my heart: There are talented people in the country! I hope that everyone will take action to revitalize our national culture.

In the end, any altar is an altar, and the same is true of the literary altar, so everything is waiting to be rebuilt.

For you, please refer to:

Enjoy spring as much as we do.

The quiet campus was originally a place for students to study, but the rumbling cannon broke his tranquility, why is this?

The lush woods were originally a paradise for flora and fauna, but the ruthless shotguns turned the forest into dust, why is this?

The beautiful park was originally a place for children to play, but the endless gunfire drowned out the children's laughter, why is this?

The clear creek was originally home to fish, but the exhaust fumes from the steamer made the river muddy.

We hope, we look forward to.

Let the children in the war have a home, a stable home, no longer have to be displaced by the war, have a school, a quiet school, protected from bomb attacks, play on the grass like us, and enjoy spring as much as we do.

Gardenia of life (outer one).

The sun came in lazily.

Dust that could not be hidden, swirled naked in the pillar of light.

You say that's life.

I smiled and loneliness flashed by.

The sound of gardenias has the smell of wind.

The last forgotten scenery in winter.

Lost. In the shadow of a lot of steel in a strange city.

Walking quietly at dusk.

Swinging the dust of the years.

The dry sun began to sneer at the head.

Cities without air currents are lonely.

I walked in the deserted streets.

The people around me came and went in a hurry.

Covered in mud dripping with exhaustion.

He said he was chasing life.

Maybe one day, someday.

I'll also carry a heavy bag.

Live railroad tracks along the footage.

Walk towards the ...... where the gardenias bloom

And many more.

1 poem life. Modern Poetry Creation and Communication, Online Poetry Magazine, New Poetry Forum.

2. A new era. It has major columns such as Chinese Poetry Report, Channel 1, Poet Phalanx, Original Base, Poetry Library, New Poetry Collection, Portrait Museum, etc., and has opened up independent forums and theme channels such as the New Poetry Forum, the Chinese Poetry Community, the New Poetry Society, the Essence Area of the New Poetry Forum, and the Poetry Book Museum.

3 Dandelion Poetry Site.

It mainly includes original poetry works of netizens.

4 Central Plains poems.

Including original poetry, poetry appreciation, poetry knowledge, modern poetry, etc.

5 Oriental poets.

New poetry and avant-garde poetry, etc.

6. Chinese Poetry Network.

Including classical poetry, modern poetry, poetry knowledge, original poetry, etc.

7. China Poetry Network.

Classic poetry and web poetry.

8 Literary Ends.

A purely folk poem**, including reading forums, translation forums, special topics, etc.

9. Poets include poet introduction, poetry appreciation, ancient poetry, modern poetry, foreign poetry, etc.

Picking mulberries Chongyang ***.

Life is easy to grow old, but it is difficult to grow old.

Years and years of Chongyang. Now it is Chongyang.

Battlefield yellow flowers are extraordinarily fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong.

It is not like spring, but it is better than spring.

The sky is frosty.

Colored China (poetry recitation).

The green is the grassland, the blue is the sea, the golden is the desert, and the silver is the snow-capped mountains

Colorful China comes into view.

On the map of the motherland, bright flowers are blooming, and a shining red star is clustered - the capital Beijing.

Faced with this beautiful picture, we sang aloud:

I love school, I love my hometown, I love you - China!

Colored China.

Gently opening the map, I saw the colorful China at first sight, the green is the grassland, the golden is the desert, the blue is the sea, and the rivers are bent.

On the map of our motherland, there is a lot of color.

Faced with this beautiful picture, we sang aloud:

I love you ——— motherland!

This is definitely the main building.

Big Brother Hippopotamus for Fools. Min Min will indicate next time that it will be original!

Teacher Zhong only wants it now? Someone else handed over ...... a long time ago

Minmin, the upstairs is not original and cannot be used.

Good luck finishing it soon!

Sushi would like you to pick my answer.

And so far, salute! Sprinkle flowers

Others take ** from life.

You can only get floral scents.

Yours is the morning sun.

Your silver is fifteen moons.

But you're still whistling happily.

Your pride is the fragrance of peach and plum.

The teacher is like a gardener, full of peaches and plums;

Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;

Teachers are like bees, industrious and brave;

The teacher is like a mother, beautiful and kind;

The teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.

Praise the teacher. I remember your powdered hands.

I remember your philanthropic teachings.

I remember your new silver hair.

Because of you, students can become talents.

Because of you, the world is so civilized.

Teacher: You are the light.

Finding a home for a disoriented child

Teacher: You are an angel.

What is a teacher like?

The teacher is like a red candle, illuminating the path of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like spring rain, sprinkling bits and pieces of knowledge in our hearts.

What is a teacher like?

The teacher is like a gardener, who cultivates the young self into a large number who knows how to know.

What is a teacher like?

The teacher is like a golden key that leads the ignorant into the treasure house of knowledge.

What is a teacher like?

Teachers are like our mothers, who accompany us every day and tell us some rich and colorful knowledge.

It is the teacher who has given us so much knowledge, and here I wish all the teachers to be young and beautiful forever.

Some people say that the teacher's grace is like a mountain, because the mountain is majestic and makes people reverent. I would also like to say that the teacher's grace is like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.