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Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I would also like to face the sea and bloom in spring.

Generally, recitation needs to be magnificent, so atmospheric poems are more suitable for recitation, and graceful poems are not suitable for recitation, so Su Shi, Xin Qiji, ***, Cao Cao's poems are more suitable for recitation, and Li Bai's poems are also more suitable for recitation, but they feel more elegant. You can try "Tanka Xing".

Poetry is not beautiful to read, but words and endowments are beautiful.

Girls born in 89 can try to read Li Qingzhao's words and learn the style of the sect leader of the Wanyue faction. Very good.

Bai Juyi. Long Hate Song.

It's so well written

Offering a Flower" original text.

You offer a flower, I offer a flower, let's weave a big wreath and dedicate it to our dear teacher mother.

It is you who give the seeds, the warmth of the sun;

It is you who water the seedlings with your sweat.

I would like to recommend to you my favorite writer, several works of Xi Murong in his early years.

A flowering tree].

How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

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

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Choice] 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.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

First Encounter] 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.

Mistake Zheng Chouyu.

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The sound of feet is not loud, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My clattering horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I'm not a returner, I'm a passerby.

Dai Wangshu Rain Lane.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silent, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

With a breath-like gaze, she drifted through a dream-like, dream-like bleak confusion.

It's like floating in a dream.

A sprig of lilacs, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was extinguished, and her fragrance was scattered.

dissipated, even hers.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

Didn't your teacher tell you that Landsea must say goodbye to Kangqiao?

You are the April day on earth.

--A praise of love.

I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides; Brisk.

Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing in the dusk, and the stars are there.

Inadvertently flashed, drizzling rain fell in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, Xianyan.

You wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are.

Innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like; Fresh.

The first bud of green, you are; Soft and joyful.

The water floats in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow.

Whispering between the beams,-- You are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

How do I make you meet me In this most beautiful moment For this I have been praying in front of the Buddha for five hundred years Ask the Buddha to let us form a relationship with the Buddha So he turned me into a tree Growing on the side of the road you must pass Under the sun Blooming cautiously full of flowers Flowers are the hope of my previous life When you approach Please listen carefully The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I am waiting for And when you finally walk by in defiance Fallen behind you Friend, that is not a petal, it is my withered heart.

I'm a tree that blooms" I love it.

I smiled and walked towards life (Wang Guozhen).

I smile and walk towards life, no matter how life returns me.

Repay me to be flat?

I am a small river that flows with joy.

Repay me for being rugged?

I am a mountain and think solemnly!

Do you want me to be happy?

I'm a swallow flying in the air.

Repay me for my misfortune?

I am a strong bamboo, which can withstand a thousand blows!

Life can't live without laughter, and how lonely the world would be without laughter.

Nothing can change my love for life, and I smile towards the fiery life!

Books Lin Hengtai.

There are so many books piled up on the table, and whenever I look at them, a thought comes to mind, because most of the authors of these books are no longer alive, some have died of lung disease, some have fallen in the revolution, and some have died of madness.

The books simply are.

The gift sent directly from Huangquan, with endless emotion, I took out a book.

Looking through them one by one, my fingers were as pitiful as those of the ascetic foot monks, bowing from temple to temple.

So, I prayed, and like an incense burner, I lit the tobacco ......

If you are not satisfied, you can check it yourself. For example, search for "poems about books" or something.

If there is an afterlife.

If Sanmao has an afterlife, he must be a tree and stand for eternity. There is no posture of joy and sorrow, half in the dust and half in the wind;

Half in shade, half in the sun.

Very silent, very proud.

Never rely on, never seek.

If there is an afterlife, it will turn into a gust of wind, and it can become eternal in an instant.

There are no sentimental feelings, no amorous eyes.

Half in the rain, half in the spring;

lonely, go on a long journey alone, take away the faint thoughts, never miss or love;

If there is an afterlife, be a bird and fly through eternity, without the distress of being lost.

There is a fiery hope in the east, a warm nest bed in the south, a remnant sun in the west, and a fragrance awakened in the north.

If there is an afterlife, I hope that every time we meet, it will be eternal.