Learn some poems, poems about learning

A flowering tree - Xi Murong.

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moment for this.

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Ask him to let us have a relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

That trembling leaf is the enthusiasm I wait.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

It's my withered heart.

Choice -- Xi Murong.

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Parting with You completes a poem that God has written.

And then slowly age.

First encounter - Xi Murong.

Beautiful dreams are the same as beautiful poems.

It's all something that can be met but not sought.

It often comes at the most unexpected moments.

I like dreams like that.

In dreams, everything can start again.

Everything can be explained slowly.

I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart.

I was able to regain the ecstasy and gratitude I was able to regain.

The heart is overflowing with happiness.

Just because you're right in front of my eyes.

Smile at me just as you did back then.

I really like dreams like that.

I know you've traveled thousands of miles for me.

But I feel that the herbs are delicious and the flowers are colorful.

It's like you and I have just just met.

A lake without swans.

There are no swans in the lake!

The shore of aging. Rubbing the skin of the fat lake.

Half a life of loneliness. Reduced to a murky whisper that shrinks with the wind.

Birch forest. Bow down the pretty shadow deeply.

Withered for several years. Still no lovers were to be seen hurrying from the far shore.

There are no whirlpools in the middle of the lake.

There is no love and no hate!

Regret and sorrow.

All of them are stored under algae.

Rotting. Maybe death.

The cool coral, which may turn red.

There are no swans in the lake!

There is no whiteness that can make ugliness, savagery, and muzzle tremble!

Poems about learning are:1, Zhu Xi's "Reading Books" two poems (1).

Half an acre of square pond is a jian, and the sky and clouds and shadows wander together.

Q: Is that clear? Come to the source of living water!

2, Zhu Xi's "Reading Books" two poems (2).

Last night, Jiangtou was born in spring, and the Mengchong giant ship was light.

It has always been a waste of power, and this day is free.

3. Books are like medicine, and good reading can cure foolishness. - Liu Xiang.

4. Birds want to fly high first and flap their wings first, and people want to learn first. - Li Kuchan.

5. When the book is used, there is little hatred, and it is not difficult to know what to do. - Lu You.

6. The bookworm must work, and the art addict must have good skills. - Pu Songling.

7. I don't get tired of reading old books hundreds of times, and I know myself by reading them. - Su Shi.

8. Strange texts are appreciated, and doubts are analyzed. - Tao Yuanming.

9. My life has an end, and there is no end to knowledge. - Zhuangzi.

10. Work with liver and gallbladder people, and read books without words. ——***。

11, don't wait for idleness, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. - Yue Fei.

12. Non-indifferent and unambitious, non-tranquil and far-reaching. - Zhuge Liang.

13. Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows, I am waiting for tomorrow, and everything will come to pass. If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come. Look at the water flowing eastward, and watch the sun fall in the west at dusk. A hundred years and tomorrow can be geometric, please listen to my song of tomorrow. - Wen Jia's "Song of Tomorrow".

14. Don't be blind and evil, don't do good and small. - Chen Shou, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

15. The bookworm must grind and work hard, and the art addict must have good skills. - Pu Songling.

16. Those who know are not as good as those who are good, and those who are good are not as good as those who are happy. - Confucius.

17. Determined to think about the true character, you must work hard to study. - Nguyen Yuan.

Yes! Another year has passed, and a new one is about to begin.

The happy time seems to have passed yesterday, flickering and flickering.

The new year is a new year full of laughter, perhaps, New Year's Day is spring, the spring girl smells the wind and moves, bringing a gentle drizzle to welcome the New Year, perhaps, New Year's Day is winter, the winter girl is ready to move, the next silver-white snow, add a beautiful picture to the New Year.

There are many new hopes in the new year, and we are fully preparing for the final exams and have decided to make a splash in the exams.

2011 is coming to an end, 2012 is coming soon, let's lay the foundation for the new year!

Let's look at Haizi's poems. You will get a lot. The North Island is also very good.

Modern poetry originated in Hu Shi's "Collection of Attempts".