Whoever has a poem written by himself, who wants to write it himself, is not allowed to plagiarize!

He was speechless ...... the knight on the second floor

Singing alone on a moonlit night. It was not night, but I saw the jade turning, and I didn't hear the sound of lights in the river.

The moonlight is boundless, and the fragrance of flowers is full of red.

Suddenly, I saw the broken shadow of the Jiangxin mirror, and I heard the black wind on the trees.

Looking at the river by the railing, but the moon is groaning, and the jade rabbit guards the Qing Palace.

Nian Zhuge . Secluded in the mountains, the world's affairs are all grass.

Uncle Huang saw it three times, and Wolong went down the mountain to show his ambition.

The divine machine borrowed 100,000 arrows, and the clever calculation burned all the ships.

Three tricks play Gongjin, and a clever tongue fights the group of Confucians.

The empty city retreated from Wei with 100,000 soldiers, and skillfully broke the eight formations of Wu.

The White Emperor City was young and young, and 10,000 people cried in front of Wuzhang Plain.

He did his best to rejuvenate the Han Dynasty, and after his death, he refused to admit defeat.

Geniuses arouse the jealousy of the sky, and the heroes of the world cry.

It's a long way to go. In the early morning, the distant mountains are still cold, and the hands of the sons climb together.

Just want to grow together today, not afraid of the bumpy future.

Even though the road is full of thorns, your heart and I are imprinted like a mountain.

The two love each other, the morning sun is warm, and they rely on each other to see the sky full of sunshine.

It's like time. Love to enjoy the white horse passing through the gap, a quarter of an hour of joy.

People are like flowers.

The expression of happiness, rippling on, face.

Love promises a hundred years of good together, a lifelong vow.

People have fallen like flowers.

The feeling of happiness is engraved in the heart.

Love is wordless, 10,000 years together.

Man will eventually become vanity.

Happy memories, shining in, eternal.

Autumn farewell. Eternal sadness and parting, thousands of miles away lovesickness.

It is difficult to see each other with you, and you only want to hear the willow flute every night.

This is a graffiti work that can be taken in the next few articles.,I hope you like it.。 0(∩_0

I'll give it a try and please review:

The first song (Seven Laws).

Please mother, husband, and father, and be gentle with me;

Recently, the grades have plummeted, whether the family has changed.

The second song (five rules).

Real kitchen treasures, five treasures of mandarin duck stew;

Poor and ignorant, looking forward to the taste of treasures.

My work. Make up an elegant way to write poetry!

Fengfeng is the messenger of spring.

Fly, fly, let the spring flowers bloom.

The wind is a believer in summer.

Float and float, make the sunflowers smile.

The wind is the daughter of Autumn.

Dance, dance, let the chrysanthemum bloom with a smile.

The wind is the lover of winter.

waved and waved, making Lamei smile.

Beautiful autumn.

Autumn hello so beautiful.

The dazzle of beauty. A red sunset.

It's maple leaf weaving, right?

Wild geese flying south.

Mountains and forests that are stacked with green and gold.

Fruitful orchards.

The sky is high and the sky is cloudy.

It's a picture you made, right?

There is a light under the bed and moonlight on the wall. His dad is in the toilet, where is he called mom.

The spring breeze is like the sky, and it lives on the edge of the deep glow.

The poured for five or six miles, and the smell smelled for 10,000 miles.

The toilet stinks and the toilet is dirty.

Lao Tzu doesn't know, Lao Tzu doesn't know that you can find someone else, if you report Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will wet your legs.

Mushrooms mushrooms are the little fools of the forest, and the rain stops before they stretch out pretty little.

Daughter of the mountain.

Among the 100,000 mountains.

Beautiful woman.

That's your daughter.

Daughter of the mountain. That graceful posture.

It's like a red cloud.

With the wind and birds.

Invite to frolic in.

Mountain streams and streams flow.

Bow down to wash and be tired.

The foot board of the mountain is green.

Rubbing the backbone of the mountain.

Your daughter. Emerald green dress.

Gently hold the gentle wind.

Snuggle tightly. In the misty mist.

Shyly smiling.

In the blink of an eye, I entered the village.

That crisp and sweet mountain song.

That vague silhouette.

I can't get out.

That sentimental Zhuang Township.

Lonely footprints lost in the Sahara.

Floating memories are dancing in the sand.

The smiling cheeks under the moonlight of the night.

The intertwined beauty becomes your wedding dress.

Whose door sounded a mournful lute?

Who's looking for that one outside the door?

Who was behind the door and burst into tears without a word.

Who lights brilliant fireworks in front of the door.

A few times it was gloomy and replaced with these three thousand white hairs.

At that time, I still can't forget her.

Looking back several times has become this beautiful fairy tale.

The withered vines that came from the time they came had already sprouted.

If I bury the sand for you, I will not be able to bury the most beautiful years.

If I bury the sand for you, my thoughts will turn into the sand.

I would like to bury the sand for you, and bury the broken fairy tale.

I would like to bury the sand for you, and merge it into another Sahara burial sand.

Like snow, I finally saw snow.

It's like seeing my first love.

Reminiscent of first love like snow.

Self-encouragement" flies thousands of miles alone, and it is difficult to leave home.

If it is a sail for a long journey, is it because the mountains and rivers are cold?

Drunk. Jun is like clouds and fog, I am like smoke, and the fog is left in the sky with the moon.

A single empty cup and drunk alone, helping the wind to shake his hand with the wine fairy.

One is too little, and another one.

August. The lake flows eastward, and the west wind leans against the tall buildings.

I hope that the old man will return to his hometown, how can August be autumn again.

"Yellow Crane Tower Epidemic Prevention".In the Year of the Rat, the situation has changed dramatically.

Outside the Yellow Crane Tower, the epidemic is highlighted.

If there is a difficulty in one place, support from all sides.

Retrograde heroes, forge ahead.

All the people are soldiers, fighting the epidemic and participating in the war.

The epidemic has retreated from China, and the country is safe and secure.

The experience of fighting the epidemic is worth learning from.

External defense input, internal control**.

Mass prevention and treatment, spring flowers are blooming.

Zhang anti-repair warrior original.

Smoke and rain spring scene.

The leaves are as cold as snow. Feiyan happily returns to the side of Yunshan Mountain, and the peach blossoms look like last year.

On the Cangjiang River, the sand gulls fly between the world.

Heartless landscape without heartless rain, amorous willow amorous smoke.

Rather for the fishermen in the boat, fishing alone in front of the breeze and green water.

The two places are reminiscent of lovesickness.

Give it to a friend from afar.

Last night, the cold wind chilled into my heart.

Ask when you will be released.

No one is warm to hug the bright moon.

It's hard to binge drink Du Kang.

As if you heard and felt in a dream.

Once stepping on the snow to the south of the Yangtze River.

Wuwei lives in the deep courtyard and the green path is idle, and the curtain is accompanied by a book.

Wake up and drink Hongjian tea, and dream of stabbing the martial arts spring.

Drunk Mr. Liu, rewrite Zhang Xu's chapter.

Why promote fame and fortune, quiet and sunny days.

To be moved is to shed tears in your heart. It should be comfort, not pain. There is a haze in the clarity, a vague impulse.

A dream when the soul is surging, the ignorance of love and hatred alternately. Emotional relief, dream anticipation. The heart is irrigated and nourished.

Every tear flows out through a detour in the heart, and I really feel a kind of heroism after failure. I always feel shocked, but I have an indescribable emotion in my heart. It seems like it's an expectation that only once in my heart is enough, but this time it's so unforgettable.

Mom: I love you.

Mom: I love you.

Love your kind smile.

Love your majestic body.

You are the one who gives me a breath of fresh air in the world.

It was you who made me feel the warmth of the world.

Mom: I love you.

Love your rough hands.

Love the words you care about.

It was you who made me see the beautiful landscape.

It was you who made me hear melodious songs.

Mom: I love you.

Love all your breath.

Hurried like an emaciated dream.

The-like haze.

Haste like the wind.

Crying in the bronze of the battlefield.

Hurried like a bird skimming the sky.

The eternal silence of the firmament.

Hurried like a clock that has forgotten the time.

Hurried like a shy rainbow.

Hurry, like the sound of your clattering footsteps.

Disappear into the rain alley of Jiangnan.

The bustling world is full of fireworks, but fireworks are easy to cold, how to teach the world to be empty, in the end, it is not an empty city! Whether it is a full city or an empty city, the prosperity of the world is still there, and there is a worldly lonely heart.

Joys and sorrows are self-delusional, and when I think of the end, right and wrong are just gone with the wind. Those footprints that have been longing for in the passing years have encountered many ups and downs. Even if you always stumble in life, and finally get up, you can still stand firm.

Time does not stand still, but the afterglow of the setting sun repeats its rhythm. In the regular world, how many desolate and barren backs linger, birth, old age, sickness and death always linger.

A leaf of falling flowers goes away with the water, and two or three raindrops tick the stream. A city of high peng, full of noisy sounds. The hurried backs of pedestrians decorate the lively atmosphere.

The shadow under the neon lights attracts the attention of many people! Those who want to drink the childhood in their memories are lively with how many old street scenes.

For me, the charm of the city is the memories that have long been lost. Cities have lost their dreams, and life has lost its momentum. Struggling in the years, behind the hustle and bustle is full of sorrow and desolation.

The story was originally written according to the previous one, but who touched my heart later. Leave a pen and wait for the future to sketch out the memories!

I am me, and I am you. Thousands of prosperous scenes are all the same. How many people chase after the hustle and bustle of the city, but they never remember the original intention.

The world is bustling and lively. Every pedestrian in the city is looking forward to it, but the future is lost. Without happiness as a companion, no matter how much effort you try, it will only go straight blindly.

The city needs a rest, and so do the people in the city. The quiet sky is flowing with blue clouds, and the flying flowers lie in time to rest. As you move forward, don't forget to stop, feel the nature, and think about the future.

The bustling and lively situation of the city will blind people's eyes, and you and I will not find the meaning of existence and life.