Original modern poems, with the help of experts

In terms of writing, I won't mention it to you, but in terms of mental law, I want to say two sentences:

1. Be humble, really recognize your own shortcomings and correct them, you didn't do it, I said it yesterday, rhyme, the simplest question.

2. Good medicine is bitter, loyal words are against the ear, you love to listen to the wind and flattery. For a point-to-the-point review, you feel uncomfortable reading it.

3. As the saying goes, imitation is a good start, don't feel like you're a poet at the beginning. Building your own style was a later thing.

The survival of a dynasty.

Night. There is no longer a tranquil Lin'an.

When singing and drinking.

No one writes poetry anymore.

Not anymore. Someone wakes up their eyes and sees.

The edge of the ink-splashed sky has come to the eye.

There is something in the wind. Just in time!

Circulating in the raw leaves of the lotus.

Imprinted on the stone of the mourning board.

The swallow retracted into the nest.

But he dumbfounded the singer.

Defeated the violin.

Those Xu Qinlou Chu Pavilion, those Xu Yanliu painting bridges, how much did they cry wet in the rain?

Read the rain. He who leaned on the railings and looked.

He is a general of crane hair and a king of sorrow.

Listen to the rain. In the secluded painting boat.

The literati shook the wine bottle and shook it.

Take shelter from the rain. Meet in the cold cloister.

The young lady was thinking the same.

This rain, still.

Don't park...

No. Parking...

Wow, I wrote so well when I first wrote poetry. I really admire and admire (definitely not complimenting you).

It's better to change "seeing" to "seeing", but the "mountain rain is coming" hasn't come yet, why do you still write "just right!" How about changing "shelter from the rain" to "shelter from the rain"? I don't know poetry either, just to say my personal opinion, please give me a lot of advice!

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Analysis: The farmer guy smiled and held the cloth coin to change the silk. It turned out that he didn't come to change the silk and talk to me about marriage.

I sent you across the water, and I didn't say goodbye until Dunqiu. It's not that I don't want to delay the day, you don't have a good medium to contact. Please don't be angry with me and reschedule the autumn wedding.

I once climbed the wall of the shortage, looking at the re-examination of the lover. Looking through the autumn water, I didn't see anyone, and my heart was anxious and tearful. Seeing Lang coming from Fuguan, there are smiles and joyful conversations. You go back quickly to occupy a hexagram, and the hexagram has no bad omen and looks forward to the God Gang. Pull your cart and use it to move the dowry.

The mulberry leaves are not dense and numerous, tender and moist, which is really beautiful. Alas, the little bird of the pigeon, don't be greedy when you see Sangkan. Alas, young girls, don't mess around when you see a man. Men want to entangle women, and if they say they will dump him, they will leave him alone. If a woman loves a man, it is difficult to get rid of it.

The mulberry tree withered and the leaves were clean, yellow and haggard. Since I came to your house, I have suffered from hardship and poverty for many years. The water sent me back, splashing the curtain cold. I'm not at fault for being a wife, it's your man who is too ruthless. There is no certainty between true and false, and there is no consistency in bad morality.

Married for many years, I will take care of the housework. Get up early and go to bed late to operate, tired and tired. The family business has been stabilized, and the face has gradually changed and he is brutal. My brother didn't know my situation, and when he saw me go home, he laughed. Pure meditation on the words of suffering, only alone to mourn in secret.

Grow old with you" back then, and the grievances increase even more when you get old. Although Qishui is wide and has an embankment, although the swamp is wide and has a border. When the young man was unmarried, he wanted you to smile and smile. The vow is still in the ear, who expected to turn his face and become a wrongdoer. If you don't care about breaking your oath, then forget it from now on!

I want to become a tree.

I want to become a tree.

Possesses a myriad of leaves.

Rustling in the breeze.

Telling the story of green.

I want to become a flower.

Go to the mountains and make your home.

Take the grass's hand.

Give the earth a painting.

I want to turn into a gust of wind.

Start flying happily.

No matter where you go.

All send birds and flowers.

Childhood, childhood, like an ink painting.

The paintings are filled with our unforgettable memories.

There are our joys and sorrows in it.

And unforgettable memories.

Childhood is long gone.

It became a memory.

Leaves a deep memory.

and infinite nostalgia.

Childhood is like a **home.

Beat notes one by one.

in their hands.

But it's so orderly.

Ah, time is like a stream of water.

But it was retained.

Our fond memories.

Make up your own drops. Collector's Edition.

With a bang, the gate of heaven opened, and a yellow dragon came down the mountain.

Do you know what you're talking about?

Answer () ahaha

This kindness.

Like the trickling spring of sweetness, it opens the pulse of my life and reveals a beautiful and fulfilling world for me.

This warmth. As soft as the drizzle.

Heal the wounds I had when I fell.

It interprets my mother's love and generosity for me.

This frenzy. Like the raging sea.

Stir me up and raise the sails that make the way forward.

Reveal your infinite expectations and falling thoughts for me.

The sweet spring still flows.

It's still soft after the rain.

What was left behind after the sea was——

Speckled marks. When the years slip quietly through our fingers.

What you are left with is great expectation and earnest nostalgia.

I saw that when the spring rain was dashing.

I saw the sassy and heroic posture of a hundred flowers.

The budding is spring.

Elegant is Magnolia.

When the sun is blazing.

I saw the view of the lotus pond.

The pond and clear water are lotus leaves.

Out of the sludge is not stained by lotus flowers.

When the maple forest is like fire.

I saw the joy of the harvest.

It was the rice that smiled and bent over.

The fragrance of the flower is osmanthus.

When the snow is white.

I saw the tenacious vitality.

It was the white birch that stood firmly.

It is the chrysanthemum that is in the frost and the snow.

There are different flowers and trees throughout the year.

But we were all intoxicated.

The so-called first love is to want to meet all the time

When I saw it, my heart beat faster and my face turned red;

The so-called first love is to carefully hold hands-

Then there is a trembling of the whole body, as if it is overpowered;

The so-called first love is that there are endless words to each other-

You didn't finish this sentence, he (she) took the lead;

The so-called first love is very insensitive to the weather

Whether it's a summer rainstorm or the bitter cold of winter snow, you just want to hug each other and dedicate your first kiss.

First love is the most beautiful, but now our love.

And how much is the purity of first love?

The sweetness of first love?