Poems about Qi 1. Write a poem about Fang Lu.
Cui Changshi-the full moon is idle, and the night is long and the mountain is complex.
Miracle-I haven't heard from my brother, and the mountains and rivers grew up in Luqi.
Lv Yan-Sitting on the Jiuqu River, the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi.
Liu Changqing —— I haven't heard the sound of spring in Shi Jian for a long time. It snowed a lot on the long road alone.
Chu and Guangxi-the long road is warm and the narrow road is late.
Wei Wuying-It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and it's dusty every day.
Bai Juyi-the dust is long and the road is late, and the wind and smoke waste the palace and autumn.
Yue Fei-thirty fame, dust settled, eight thousand miles of clouds and months.
Gao Shi Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you.
Wang Bo-Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The children are carrying towels.
Yan Shu-alone on the tall building, looking at the horizon.
2. Poems about Biting
I don't know what kind of poem you want. I'll give you some.
If you want ancient poetry:
Hanging Miluo by Tang Qiji
Sunset languishes in Miluo. Killing people is like hanging themselves, and the smoke waves are like tears.
I want to test the giant's heart and cook the dragon's belly. Since you vomited a doctor's blood,
Eat the doctor's meat. A thousand years later, Julius was hidden. Will be called the statue of Tang Yao,
Still like the king of famine and tension. More ministers buried their souls. In order to eat it,
Swallow it at will
Tang Ji's Drinking Songs in Han and Tang Dynasties
The royal clothes are covered with frost and dew, and the sky is full of thorns. The autumn dust gesture of the golden seal is not embellished by anyone.
Yutang sings and goes to sleep, and the fragrant forest is separated from the smoke tree. What's the advantage of singing on Yunyang stage and crying in ghosts?
The iron sword is always bright and is often coerced and lured. A strong owl eats the mother's heart and rushes to the soul.
Weep at each other, tears like waves. It is better to use sake than to be yellow.
Don't say that Yushan is decadent, and there is no drinking color. Heaven encourages, but heaven is few.
There is no place to stretch the ear curtain, how to look at the pine and cypress. My body is surrounded by day, and your soul is silent at night.
Moths have long eyebrows and a white neck. He is reserved for the sunshine and refuses to look at Nanmo.
Then there is Zhu Xian's original poem:
Bodhisattva Lu Xueqi
White clothes are as cold as snow, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Standing in the cold wind, whose heart belongs to?
Ten years have passed and I am in a trance like a dream. The soul eats the sky and looks at the sky, but the heart groans.
Yu Lin Li
Take care of each other, white as snow, blue and beautiful. Looking at the fox, thinking without emotion,
You can't hold hands at the end, nor can you be together at the beginning.
For more than ten years, the haze is boundless. Beautiful bamboo is dead-hearted, and you can't forget it on the ice bed.
Who is right? I don't know how to redeem it.
The soul eater blocked all the soil in southern Xinjiang, trying to find a good prescription, but disappointed.
Hard liquor should be gulped down in one gulp, so as to eliminate thousands of worries, not to cook wine into worries, but to add worries.
"Hundreds of millions of souls eat blood and take pictures of the mortal world. Throughout their lives, they are always accused of infatuation."
There are more original poems:
About Killing Immortals-Eating Acacia with Blood
Bitter and sad, golden bell crisp eats blood by mistake.
The dust, blood and tears of the past flow today, but this life can't hurt the autumn dusk.
Where have you been in the past ten years? Several cycles ended in sadness.
It is difficult to attract incense. Who will cross the Styx?
Other originality-picking mulberry seeds and adding words. I won't let you down.
The shore is full of fragrance, bloom flowers fall, and it is spring again. Rain falls, tears fall, and slaves live up to your heart.
Nobody asked Bloom that it was dusk. I don't want to go, but I'm gone. I'm dark and fragrant.