Can you share a poem that you think is your favorite?

I remember very much, the bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected to be frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking down at his hometown, missing his hometown Meng Yao.

My favorite ancient poem is to look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be a Penghao person.

One of my favorite ancient poems is the one in the difficult road, which is safe now.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman is a good gentleman", I particularly like the meaning of this poem.

First, it's best not to see each other, so that you don't fall in love.

Second, it's better not to know each other, so that you don't love each other.

Thirdly, it is better not to be accompanied, so that you do not owe each other.

Fourth, it is better not to cherish each other, so that you can not remember each other.

Fifth, it is better not to love each other, so that you can not abandon each other.

Sixth, it is better not to be relative, so that we can not meet.

Seventh, it is better not to be wrong, so that there is no loss.

Eighth, it is better not to allow each other, so that there can be no continuity.

Ninth, it is better not to depend on each other, so that they can not be together.

Tenth, it is better not to meet, so that we can not meet.

The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. Probably only people who have been unrequited can experience that kind of eagerness and helplessness.

The ancient poem I like is that the Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

The bright moonlight at the head of the bed is suspected to be underground frost. Since childhood, I have been familiar with this poem by Li Bai and it is catchy.

One of my favorite ancient poems is flying down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.

My favorite ancient poems are many times, when I first see them, I am amazing; Looking back suddenly, it is already a matter of things and people, and the vicissitudes of life.

If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it is not the same as a teenager.

In the sparse shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the path of cultivation and half of the king! Lost, never to come back!

Sauvignon Blanc is long and remembrance, and Sauvignon Blanc is infinite.

Half a leaf canoe travels far away, and a lone lamp illuminates the world.

Afraid of lovesickness, has lovesickness. When it was Acacia's turn, there was nowhere to go.

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise.

After parting, I met with memories, and I dreamed of you with you several times.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Different scenes like different, artistic conception is very important, artistic conception is the highest state of ancient poetry.

Should Lingnan be bad?

But he said: This place of peace is my hometown.