About writing other people's poems 1. Poems describing others.
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
1, how many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long.
2, there is a beautiful woman, I can't forget it, I haven't seen her for a day, and I feel crazy.
3, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it.
4, what is the evening, meet this lover.
5. Who can complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.
6, for my heart, for your heart, I know each other.
7, overlapping tears, life is only difficult to die.
8, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.
9, the breadth of life and death, Zi Chengqi said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
10, remember that your heart is like the west river, flowing eastward day and night.
2. Poems describing others
Mourning Poems (Qing Dynasty) On Wang Shizhen's Flowers on the Stranger, birds crow and grass smoke, and the wind of fish scales breaks the water into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you. Acacia (Tang) Wang Wei, when those red berries came in spring, they flushed on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. As soon as I cut Song Mei, Li Qingzhao, red lotus root fragrance and jade lingering in autumn, I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Acacia Tang Li Bai Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, the winding latitudes are singing golden Jinglan, the frost is bleak and the pool is cold, and the high lights are flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain and stare at the moon with many sighs. Like a flower, from the center of the cloud, above it, I see the blue and depth of the sky, with green waves, and my soul flies far and wide. Can I dream of crossing the mountains through the portal? And Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking! Autumn wind ci Tang Li Bai autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west is surprised, and acacia meets, which is embarrassing at this time. I miss you, know you, I miss you, remember my face, and I miss you endlessly for a short time. If I had known this, I would have stirred people's hearts. Why don't I know each other? I live at the head of the Yangtze River, the tail of the monarch in Li Zhiyi in the Northern Song Dynasty. I miss you every day. I drink the water from the Yangtze River. When will the water stop? When will this hatred be? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, don't miss me! Untitled Tang Li Shangyin's star last night, last night's wind, in the west of the studio and east of the cinnamon room, although my body doesn't have Cai Feng's wings, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. When it warms me, I will remind you how to bet. There, we roll dice in groups under the light of crimson lamps. Alas, I didn't ride mine until the drums called me to perform my duties. Untitled Tang Li Shangyin had a misty rain in the east wind, and the wheels of Furong Chi Pan rang faintly.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? ! Untitled Tang Li Shangyin went to Mochou Hall to party all night. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
On a moonlit night, I remember my brother Tang Du Fu's wanderer listening to drums and autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
"Smell the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night" Tang Libai's "The rain flute flies in the dark", and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
In Qiu Ge, a bright moon hangs over the capital, and ten thousand hammers pound the ground. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
Oh, when will the Tatar army be conquered and when will my husband come back from the long battle! ? Winter song, the courier will leave the next day. She was told that she had been sewing a samurai robe all night. Thin hands are cold, not to mention the cold scissors for cutting clothes.
When the work is finished, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where the warrior stays? ? "A Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate" In the Tang Dynasty, there was water in Dumu Castle Peak, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River did not wither in autumn. Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
"A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" Tang Li Shangyin's late wife Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
"Mountain Festival Thinking of Shandong Brothers" Tang people are in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Thinking of Yuan Zhen in the Tang Dynasty, the sea is difficult for water, and amber is forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
"Meet the Jingshi" Tang Censhen's hometown has a long way to go, and his sleeves are crying. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe.
People miss home every day. Xue Daoheng people in Sui Dynasty were only seven days old in spring. They had been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.
It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night at the Tangliu Soap Guest House in Shuofang. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown.
One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute, Tang Libai, and his flute was flying in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Liu Yong's "Wu Fengqi" leans on a dangerous building and looks forward to spring, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent? I'm going to get drunk and sing a song about wine, which is strong and tasteless, and my clothes are getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it.
The anonymous "Book of Songs, Peak and Drumming" is bored and actively uses troops. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says.
Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive.
Sorry, but I believe it. Qin Guan's "Que Qiao Xian" skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars to spread grievances, and Yin Han secretly crosses Chen Cang.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words" is clear in the autumn wind, bright in the autumn moon, and the leaves are still scattered, and the west Western jackdaw is shocked.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.
3. Sentences describing characters, etc
Other people's poems (1)
Mourning Poems by Wang Qingshizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Xiangsitang Wangwei
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Yi Jian Song Mei Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root is fragrant and jade is lingering in autumn. I can untie Luo Shang and go to the Dutch boat alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Sauvignon Blanc Tang Libai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an, sings in the winding latitude, sings in the golden jinglan, is slightly frosty and cold in the pool, and is swaying in the high lights; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain and stare at the moon with many sighs, as lonely as a flower. From the center and above the cloud, I see the blue and depth of the sky, with green waves, and my soul flies far and wide. Can I dream of going through the portal and crossing the mountain? Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking!
4. Waiting for someone to write a poem in the storm
Melia azedarach
-The North Pole.
After the storm, the sky was calm and pale several times.
My heart beat for a few minutes after you left.
I will cover your disappearing route with tears again.
Your lingering words are buried in my heart while the temperature is high.
You're gone
The neem tree is in blossom.
If the past is more fragrant in memory
Can neem flower prove that it belongs to the green fruit of the future?
If you need the color of true feelings more in your dreams.
Missing will taste the bitterness of separation.
The neem tree is in blossom.
Xia Tian Qiu zi yi
Although you're gone
I wouldn't dress so sad.
The Summer Lying on My Chest by Arctic Jun's Poetry Group
5. Write a sad sentence about waiting for someone.
I can't touch your tenderness, but I get your sad eyes. I think you and I can't tell whether it is tears or rain on our faces, so just listen to our memories quietly. No matter how far apart we are, I won't let you feel lonely. I don't know what the pressure has brought me. All I know is that you are adding love pressure to me, and I don't know if I can live. The existence of tears proves that everything is not an illusion. Such a soul mate makes me have nothing.
Sunset is with you. Morning star is language! Love, tears in dreams! Thinking of you makes me a little lonely. I don't know what to say. It's just that my heart is extremely soft at night. Every time I look at your photo, I can't stand the torture of missing. Tears drop by drop in my heart. I want to be cut by a knife when I think of the scenes with you. How many times have I plucked up the courage to accept such a cruel fact, but I can't do it once. I will miss you forever.
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There are so many people chasing me.
Forget it. I love you.
Before dawn
after dark