A poem about writing a game agreement 1. Poems with lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments.
1, the old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. Three kingdoms? Wei? Cao Cao >;
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea. Don? Li Bai >;
3, the wind is strong, send me to Qingyun. Qing? Cao Xueqin >
4. I suggest that God should stand up again and lay down his talents in an eclectic way. Qing? Gong zizhen >
5. Don't say that Sang Yu is late, because the sky is still full of clouds. Don? Liu Yuxi >;
6. If you have ambition, you will live for a hundred years. Qing? Shi yukun >
7. Xiang array wears Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden armor. Don? Huang Chao >
8, drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, fighting for several people since ancient times. Don? Wang Han >
9. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... Don? Du fu >
2. Poems or four-character idioms containing "snow" and "blue"
Yes, yes, but homophonic.
Loyal heart is full of just blood, a sincere heart. Described as very loyal and firm.
Changhong's game script describes the blood shed for a just cause. Changhong: During the Spring and Autumn Period, Dr. Zhou was also called Uncle Li. Bi: turquoise jade.
Green liver and green blood are compared to the spirit of national sacrifice.
Poetry:
There is also a saying in Chen Yi's Thoughts on the 75th Anniversary that "five years' game-writing protocol has turned over the sea, and one's heart shines on the Han flag".
Deep in the snow, Wen /Xi Jiang Mumu
it's over
That windy day.
Fluctuating river
remote
A beautiful image fluttered in the clothes.
Shi Xia
Jujube branches sticking out of the wall
I've bent over.
The tip of a branch
A few leaves that can't take off.
Keep the beauty of the past
Still playing
Sunset and dawn
That kind of warmth and enthusiasm
See you later.
Corn that is still tender in the field
And shaded green yarn.
A shabby tent
Heart water is melodious
get through
A string that was once unique
Happy romantic feet.
Also picked up by fallen leaves
Become a ...
Shallow cup
Can't hold more than half a sentence
Glorious oath
together with
A long rainy day in summer
Also like
Hazy fog
Drift deeply towards
The edge of the season
Standing on a cold snowy mountain
look back
There are many strange and refreshing
call out
Come with the snow
Very lively
It is also very chic.
3. Poems describing rivers and lakes
I won the peerless martial arts, and I am not afraid to bear the beautiful face of the mountains and rivers on both sides of the strait, but I am afraid of being deeply loved by her.
When you are talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying.
The world is like a tide of people, just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu. Ten steps to kill without leaving a trace, the top gun is full of pride.
Laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield, and your hands will rejuvenate. Lightning and thunder can dance wildly, and gorgeous meteors are good and evil.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. Flying to the west, you don't need the blank head of the vast sound and wind. Do not need a piece of grass, do not need a night of green rain, do not need a lonely city on all sides, do not need the calm and firm sound of a knife. A chivalrous man can't be found in a thousand years, and a game-writing protocol red leaf is drunk in the autumn wind. Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes.
The rivers and lakes are full of waves, the moon shines, the sword sounds, the palm is soft and constant, the lights are alone on rainy nights, the stars are drunk, the sun rises, and after the rain, the autumn colors are lonely, the residual red is full, and the frost leaves are thick. Drunk, talking to himself, where is the old friend? Suddenly I heard a goose chirping outside the aperture, and my voice was a little sad.
It's cold and fragrant at night, isn't it? Life is short and impermanent. Lying beside the ancient Buddha, you are lonely and sleepless. Where can I get autumn frost in the long night? 3000 tourists were drunk. Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them. When you wake up, you just sit in the flowers and get drunk, so you come to sleep under the flowers; Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom and fall year after year.
I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots; Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor. If the poor are compared with the poor, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.
Others laugh that I am too crazy, and I laugh that others can't see through it; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields. The wind turned into a sigh and he forgot the smoke in the water. Put a bowl of wine! Forget all the troubles in the Jianghu.
Spirit of life, three thousand moss, put it on the shelf! Stop, stop, stop, stop again, and your heart will calm down! A Meng Shan, half sad, things are different. What was the result? In the place where Wu Gou is quenched, there is a desolate city, which used to be the battlefield of the dragon, roaring past! Autumn full of grass and frost.
If you think about it, you will grow old together. Don't change your youth easily. Hou Feng, how many heroes are just ruined! There are constant disputes between rivers and lakes, and it is difficult to find a confidant in life. How to resolve hostility with a smile? Hero, who is the hero? Want to go home, or Jianghu.
To solve your worries, think about it. Things are like a dream. You can smile and ride the wind. In Jianghu, you can ask for directions instead of asking for directions. No one in the world tells your life, and there are no words to reflect the soul of the sword in the quiet moon.
I want to calm my heart and chase my dreams. Lonely lights and rain are beating on my heart. Those who are capable work hard, but those who are wise are troubled; He who is incompetent wants nothing. They swim around with plenty of food. If they are not tied to the same boat, they are used to wandering in the rivers and lakes, and love and hate are always hard to stop.
Chivalrous tenderness buried the sea, Huashan firm but gentle swing cold autumn. The day is hanging in the sky, and the torrent bends to the mountain. How can I tell, through all these clouds? Know everything. If you keep drawing your sword, you only need to worry about your happiness. Take off your sword, laugh and forget your hatred. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Everyone will work hard and never be satisfied, just as white-collar workers envy farmers a comfortable, harmonious and peaceful life.
Farmers envy the rights of senior officials, while Liu Kouhan envies the happiness of students, but the same students also envy Liu Kouhan's freedom. Things have changed, the moon and the breeze have long gone against Kang Ge's wishes, and Ye Ping was asked to fly a kite, and the iron sword flew a spear with blood spattered. Mortals don't look back.
There is no such thing as suffering. It is said that every swordsman should offer his sword, not a poet.
I thought I brought a sword to wander the Jianghu and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. It has been raining for ten years now, and when I woke up, I sounded an empty string.
Mo Wen is crazy, and people with swords are lonely; Mo Wen hates it. It's raining, so she doesn't love it. Life is worth living, and death is nothing to regret.
Crazy songs and negative swords, watch me gallop across the mountains and rivers. Don't waste your time lamenting that the years are short, don't be young and sad, the world is cold, the sword is drunk and the snow is cold, and the screaming is rare.
Who sang that answer in the cold wind and rain was born in troubled times? Who wasted his life? Who is Yun Ge's idiot? Are you alone? I am an eternal game-writing a book, Dan Qing-the sword of the same color is hard to break the demon in my heart-who sings in the shadow of the Peach Blossom in the Milky Way, answers the sword of Meng Han rain, and laughs in the cool breeze of Yanhai, and I have lived several cycles, with bright lights and lonely dreams like madness. Love and hate are surging, and the past is like smoke. Who knows? How charming the mountains and rivers are, countless romantic rains have been knocked off, leaving only the deja vu road in the sunset.
Heroes in ancient times were all lonely. How many people can laugh in their dreams? When they wake up, the stars are pale and the sky is high. It's wonderful to have a good moon and a good night. Life and death are over, you can dance to your heart's content. The world of mortals is absurd and infatuated, and everything is boring and empty, but my heart is not disturbed in this life. I just want to change my life. Wake up, laugh at people and forget to sigh. It gets dark too early and unpredictable. Love and hate are forgotten. I just want to be happy until the old wind is cold and I don't want to escape The flowers are beautiful and don't want me to wander. The higher the sky, the smaller the heart. I don't ask how many people are drunk alone. I cry today and laugh tomorrow. I don't want happiness, my heart is spotless, the dust is like running water, and the clouds are like flowers without complaints. Butterflies fly lightly to watch the misty rain, while canoeing in the south of the Yangtze River is difficult to carry sorrow, so leave a little smile. May you be afraid of infatuation. Years hurried to recall the past in their dreams, and thoughts came to mind. The sunset of troubled sleep is gorgeous and short. Unfortunately, Bloom's face is full of vicissitudes. Looking at human feelings, autumn goes and spring comes, time flies, lamenting that the world is long, love me or not, wandering all my life, thinking about wandering the world, pretending to be fake, really complaining about your dream, beauty heroes, Jianghu beauties, all false feelings, true feelings, nothing to do, and ruthless hatred. You can't forget this life. It's cruel to meet each other late. Destined to be divided into two parts: the fate of jumping into the world of mortals and throwing away the world of mortals. Unless you dump it, who is ungrateful and who hurts me secretly? I don't even want to ask if I'm aboveboard inside. Leave it to the secular world to laugh at. Half cold and half warm. Autumn clouds cling to you, and lovers who are half drunk and half awake are doing happy things. Don't ask if this is disaster or fate. Different sects of Shaolin and Wudang have different authentic Gankun secrets. Who knows the best in the world? Who dares to seal the governor's second pulse and get through the northern leg of Nanquan? The Yangtze River is full of blood. This is a boy's job. Qingcheng Palace in Dharma Cave, Kunlun Peak is a case in which there is no trace and the sword goes sideways. Qianshan stepped on a dead branch and shook hands with a thousand troops. Who is fighting with the heavenly sword? I want to see who is the hero of Huang Feihong, Zhang Sanfeng. It's raining on the railing, looking up at the sky, screaming and screaming, fierce. Thirty fame, eight thousand miles of dust.
4. Romantic and unique poems
Zuixiange
A thousand cups of laughter and hostility
Time in my dream, thinking of China, singing a clear song, sighing silently, sighing that 3,000 songs are not over yet, and people have dispersed.
Being left behind, sleepless.
Window moving shadow birdsong creek
Silk and bamboo rang several times.
The faint fragrance of the night wind is dyed with faint strings.
Explore the world through a lifetime.
Who is pulling the red line in the dark?
What can a busy guest do to let the dust make trouble?
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Tianya qingqing
A pot of muddy wine likes to meet, which is a joke.
How much have you and I done, stepping on the moon with the wind.
I am floating in the sky, and Chu Caiyun is light and clear.
Today, wine is lying down, affecting a pool of stars.
Xuan Lu relied on drunkenness to solve her troubles, and the past became nothingness.
Arouse a tenderness accompanied by flying flowers and fireflies.
Ren Shili warms his chest, and laughs and forgets himself.
Chijiang rode the horse and * * *, watering the mood with wine.
Light gulls are about to land in Zhou Ting, and a hook can hang three stars.
The green front is stained with green blood. Playing games together is a great success.
Ren Shili warms his chest, and laughs and forgets himself.
Chijiang rode the horse and * * *, watering the mood with wine.
Light gulls are about to land in Zhou Ting, and a hook can hang three stars.
The green front is stained with green blood. Play games together and fly in the sky.
5. Describe Lin Jingyu's poems
Lin Jingyu's theme song "Here": Hero (theme song of online game "Jiangshan") Words: Tea is raining, white Jian Qing is alone, moss and ink gather far away in Long song, leaving a clear voice everywhere and a romantic atmosphere everywhere. When will it be returned? Clouds are clear with ink stains, the wind is rippling, young flowers are cutting dragons' swords, the wind blows Wan Li away, and the Qing tombs are scattered. Who sacrifices the sword vertically and horizontally, but it is absolutely gorgeous? Looking back, I sigh and look back. I, China, cannot hide the history of history. There are blue shadows and red dust everywhere. Looking back, it's like smoke and cold moon. Enjoy the vast sky. Who smells the flute? Who sees the wind, frost, sword shadow and sword light? Who picked up all the messy things in Yunfei troubled times? Who laughs at frivolous shadows falling into the stars? Who sees the flowing life? Acacia, heartbroken, bamboo shadow, tea fragrance? Who endured the tears? Thousands of lines of dust, songs of the past, people die, a desolate glass of wine, the sound of flutes, long loneliness and desolation of Qingyun Ancestral Temple. Who has read the wind and frost sword, picked out the messy life in Yunfei's troubled times, laughed at frivolous shadows and fallen stars, looked at the desolation of rivers and lakes, looked at the acacia flowing in the floating life, endured tears, died in the past and died in a cup.
Blue light gallops, sweeping swords and killing demons. The dragon is riding the wind and waves in the rough sea.
Kiss ghosts and gods, heaven and earth scream and shout! A sea of blood is a sad dream. Decadence is really young. It's better to cut the dragon than to break the heart.
The kindness of the teacher will definitely help the sea, and the correct method will help you learn the sky. Flying a sword in solitude, leaving Sangtian at the kiss xiu.
Heaven and earth dry Kun, this young man, is not a thing in the pool. It's even more amazing to recite a dragon-cutting white dance.
Awesome and upright, proud of the world, a heroic Song Qingyun is still there, why human feelings? I have already remembered the sad past, the clouds of the past, and I should be speechless when I recall it again.
A child's heart is exhausted in front of the mirror, and a pot of turbid wine is bitter. Follow the teacher's instructions, banish evil spirits and always keep the green light.
Ghosts and gods are easy to cut, and they are bitter. At that time, Baiying sang pink willow green, immersed in misty rain, danced in red, and took photos as a souvenir. The beauty was like jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade, jade Lin Jingyu's theme song soundtrack: "Falling in the air" Lyrics: Yushu, Bai Yue, Bai Mo, is facing the wind, who is the sword and talent to cut the dragon into the sea? There is no need to ask more questions about real heroes. Feather fights for arrogance and saves ghosts and gods. The only person who laughs at the world. I'm crazy all over the world. I feel sad all over the world. I'm crazy all over the world. I'm crazy all over the world. I'm crazy all over the world. The whole world is disappointed. The whole world is disappointed. The whole world is disappointed. How can we divide the right and wrong of love and hate into seven souls and three souls? Wen Fu and Dan Qing are dying. Cut the dragon three feet, the world is clean, the wind is clear, the magic is one foot high and the magic is ten feet high. Even people dare to break through difficulties and dangers, and dare to be shocked. Why am I afraid that the sky is high and the heart is far away? I want to count one person and know who I am with. Why I don't want to understand those lingering dreams, abandon prosperity and decline, watch the grass-green grave, forget the machine and look at the world with a smile. I'm crazy, I'm sad, I'm crazy, I'm sad, I'm stupid and I'm weak. Last night, the moonlight was full of flowers and the green leaves were Huang Mengyan. I returned to the pond with a glass of wine. What are the disadvantages of this lonely life? I never forget to cut the dragon three feet long, and the breeze blows the magic. The magic is one foot high and the magic is ten feet high, so the people dare not rush.
Who knows, suffering and hatred, instead of breaking the wound. Brothers hate each other, but lovesickness is easy to cut off all feelings.
The former lofty sentiments are far away, but the present lofty sentiments are hidden.