Ask the master to revise the poem two extra points for the modification, and you can change the titl

Jie Shen henry answers for you I am original, I hope you will like Chun Wan Ting Yan Fan Tang Wang Rang.

Feng Ting'er Huang Chentang Tiansun Feng.

one does not love the lonely son of the British .

go to life and weave hatred hao yun old blow.

a few or ten thousand sideburns are not the way to go.

The monarch is far away.

Hurt to be cold and white geese are often square.

It's hard, so there's no complete meaning, but the basic rhyme, I hope you'll like it, Happy Year of the Rabbit, give your lover a touch! Remember, if you feel like I can do it, help me spread the word

Jeffrey Created Miracle Finished.

Raise your head and fly back to the south, overlooking the galloping north.

Worship the moon and think about my father, and look at the cliff to think about Nong's mother.

A thousand words are inexhaustible, and ten thousand words are lonely and resentful.

It is unknown when we will get together, and Qianli Chanjuan will be profitable.

Landlord, I focused on symmetry and escort to make some adjustments for you, Zheng instead of Ying I think it can reflect your father's iron bone Zheng Zheng image, Ting can reflect your mother's characteristics. Moon worship and cliff worship are two allusions, and the moon worship is Li Duan's "New Moon Worship", which reflects a taste of loneliness. And Wangfu Cliff is the famous Wangfu Cliff, which refers to your affectionate hope for your parents.

I hope you will help you, and I wish you and your parents Qianli Chanjuan will be prosperous.

Shuangshuang Gao Hongxiang Sichuan Shu.

The lone sail broke the water and sailed to Jinling.

The four heroes of Dragon City are proud.

There will be a day of leisure.

The changes are as follows: two migratory birds are changed to double high hung.

Fly instead of flying. The sunset changed to a water cut.

The next two sentences have not been changed except for the four heroes of Dragon City.

The reasons for the change are as follows:

The pure metaphor has been changed, and Gao Hong is a high-minded bird, and he is more heroic. Comparing the two with the double, it is clear that the latter seems to have a vague connection. Hinting at a future reunion.

Flying is a pure verb, although Xiang is also a verb, there is a feeling of fighting in the sky, breaking the water means cutting off the waterway, and a small boat rides the wind and waves.

The third sentence directly expresses pride and ambition, not hidden, very heroic. Booze is a kind of leisure, and it directly includes all kinds of happiness when getting together, and there will be a meeting day and the "double" of the first sentence to take care of.

I forgot to explain, the level and the style have been changed, pray for the gentleman's elegant reward.

The 16-year-old level is limited, and the high-ranking people under the tower continue.

Migratory birds both fly to Sichuan and Shu.

Jinling lonely sail parted from each other.

The four heroes of Dragon City are old neighbors.

It's still the same as ever.

The two-winged Peng flew into Shuchuan.

When will Lone Sail Jinling be returned?

The four heroes of Dragon City guard each other.

Drink and indulge in old joy when gathering.

Starring Original.

The original does not rhyme, and it is not divided.

Two migratory birds fly to Shu realm.

Lonely sail sunset to Jinling.

The four handsomes of Dragon City left the old land.

That's what happened when the booze came.

Seek to improvise and revise the poem every day, throw bricks and lead jade, don't dare to change too much, hehe.

The distant mountains are double shadowed into Sichuan and Shu, and the lonely sail looks at Jinling in the sun.

The old residence of Longcheng is four masters, and I hope that you will come to Japan to drink together.

The bird hovers over (heaven) (so it means, if it is land, it should be above land) and its dream is to fly over the ocean.

Big trees thrive.

Its dream is (green mountains and rivers).

People live in the world, and their dreams are (chasing the future).

Dream cannot be the reality of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream.

Dreams can't be (the emptiness of a yellow sorghum).

Here is the content to be added:

Dream is a Chopin fantasia that leads us forward, and dream is a wind that makes us high-spirited.

I don't know what youthful frivolity is.

All I know is that the winner is king.

The boat is not afraid of death, and he returns with great ambition.

The elegance flies and the ink age, who to say through the ages. ）

It feels weird. The four lines of poetry are more coordinated at the end. (The front is a modern poem, and the back ends with an ancient poem).

Wait a minute, I'm revising, here's a draft!

Looking down at the ancient city of the South China Sea, it seems to be a streamer and tactful, lighting up the land of China!

The history that falls in the dust is his brilliance, the grandeur in the eyes is his spirit, and the beauty floating under his feet is his posture.

The ancient willow of the city, the green of the water, and the blue of the porcelain.

Looking at the ancient city of the South China Sea, like a bright pearl, inlaid on the land of China!

History is its style, grandeur is its charm, mountains and rivers are its spirit, and beauty is its posture.

The rhyme of the sea, the blue and the sky.

Quiet, like the jade of the emerald tree, noisy, like the flow of boiling.

The beauty of the sand, a thousand acres of paradise, a vein of gold.

Near, caressing the charm of the fingers, looking, welcoming the dazzling brilliance.

The interest of the stone, the ingenuity is unique, and the craggy and varied.

Strange, that is, unique in the sea, strange, taste the world unique.

The city is ancient, simple and clumsy, elegant and vulgar.

Lane, bluestone moss green, suburbs, shade cover clear bells.

One day, I heard from my old friend Hu Qian that he had dug up a thousand-year-old ginseng tree, so I set out to take a look.

Along the way, I kept thinking about what that ginseng was like, and before I knew it, I came to his house. When I saw that the door of his house was locked and that there was no one in it, I shook my head in disappointment. As he walked back, he saw a child sitting under a tall pine tree, and he came up to him and asked

Have you ever seen a man of height, eight beards? When the boy heard this, he asked, "What are you looking for my master?" As soon as I heard that Hu Qian was his master, I hurriedly told me my identity and origin. After hearing this, the child smiled and said, "Sir, you have come at a bad time, my master went into the mountain to collect medicine this morning!"

I asked, "Then which mountain did your master go into?" The child pointed to the left, and saw a "behemoth" standing there, covered in clouds and mist, and the trees on the mountain appeared from time to time, which was not spectacular.

I looked anxious and asked, "Then do you know his specific position?" "The child shook his head, and the two ram's horns argued like rattles, (the metaphor is vivid!)

"I don't know," he said. ”

When I saw how lovely the child was, I immediately composed a poem:

Panasonic asked the boy, and the teacher went to collect medicine.

Only in this mountain, where the clouds are not deep.

An ethereal fairy mountain, telling us about his ancient memories ......There may be too much helplessness to bear, and it has stood there for thousands of years, calmly facing everything with an inclusive heart. So, the ethereal clouds surged from his peak, and so, the mountains and rivers played the eternal swan song: all the fairy grass Ganoderma lucidum, all the plum wives and cranes, are born for you.

He persistently walked into the middle of nowhere; He persistently walked into the profound tacit understanding of the literati through the ages. With a sickle in hand, he walked away without hesitation, to find his own piece of heaven, a piece of free heaven. Seclusion, a desirable word, how many emigrants, how many prosperous honors and disgraces, have all dissipated in this piece of nothingness and merged into true freedom.

Perhaps one day, under a sturdy pine tree, a mortal disciple who is looking for you will carefully knock on the door of time and space. It seems that everything will change because of this, but this is only a false door, no one will see your return, you pass by the mortal world, leaving only deep helplessness for the visitor.

Who is reciting the song that has come from eternity?

Matsushita asked the boy.

The teacher of the words took the medicine.

Only in this mountain.

The clouds are deep and I don't know where.

Translate and add your own imagination.