When there is nothing to see in Pukou, the back is hard to forget.
Although oranges are small, they have deep feelings, but they are helpless about their father and son.
Wang Guozhen's "Back"
Someone's back
It's always simple
simple
This is a landscape.
Someone's back
Forever young
young
It is a kind of clarity.
Someone's back
Always reserved.
include
This is a kind of charm.
Someone's back
Always lonely
Isolated zero point
More memorable
For reference.
2. Poetry about the back. Poetry about the back and what you think of the past.
Think of you, no regrets, no hate, and my heart is no longer puzzling.
I thought you had left my life and dreams.
Remembering your gentle smile is enough to describe the past.
One summer afternoon, I caught a glimpse of that familiar figure.
I can't help singing that forgotten poem again.
Is the whisper in your ear a breeze or your breath?
Such carelessness requires no effort.
I looked at the mud on my hand and sighed gently.
It's too easy to dig up buried memories.
When I stop smiling and whispering, I stop writing poetically.
I realized that you have always been a poem in my heart.
I once climbed a ladder and danced with the wind and clouds.
I also fell to the bottom and prayed to die in the mud.
But that was in the past.
Was that once?
A forgotten poem
Like a breeze caressing my neck
I went back to the past and felt the happy atmosphere at that time.
I went back to that lonely night and watched myself crying in a low voice.
Short but familiar, far and near.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Steady breathing
The corners of the mouth rise slightly.
Maybe I thought the poem I recited
Some words are omitted.
3. The poem expressing "following" is 1. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. -Su Wu's "Divorce from Wife"
Interpretation: If I am lucky enough to live, I will definitely come back to you; If I die unfortunately, I will miss you forever.
2. I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss it. -Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator"
Interpretation: I hope my sweetheart's feelings are as single-minded as mine. If so, I will not disappoint your feelings, and I hope you will not disappoint my love.
3. I don't regret that the longer and wider the belt is, it makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's "The Recent Flowers"
Interpretation: Let me languish in lovesickness without regrets, and I am willing to languish for you.
4. There was an endless stream of players flying, and the gobbledygook asked Rong En back. -Li Bai's Answer to Du Xiucai's Five Pines
Interpretation: Shu Fei wrote a letter to recommend you to Ming Chengzu, and Ming Chengzu also wrote a letter to gobbledygook to lower his honor.
5. When you meet a wise Lord, you dare to practise fraud. -Li Bai's "Book Love Topic Cai Sheren Bear"
Interpretation: I once met Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, a saint who dared to make suggestions on the rise and fall of the world.
Follow [Zhu and Su]: Interpretation: Follow, follow and imitate predecessors.
The idioms to follow are:
1. Before and after the saddle: before and after the horse. Follow the left and right.
2. Follow the horse's guidance: look forward or look up. Look at the direction of my horse's head and decide to advance and retreat. Metaphor follows someone's actions.
3. Follow the footsteps of others: follow the footsteps: dust raised behind you when walking or driving. Walk behind others. Metaphor follows imitation, imitates others, and is not creative.
4. Qi Dan follows his dreams: it refers to following the sages.
4. There are poems behind. The poem behind and what you think of the past.
Think of you, no regrets, no hate, and my heart is no longer puzzling.
I thought you had left my life and dreams.
Remembering your gentle smile is enough to describe the past.
One summer afternoon, I caught a glimpse of that familiar figure.
I can't help singing that forgotten poem again.
Is the whisper in your ear a breeze or your breath?
Such carelessness requires no effort.
I looked at the mud on my hand and sighed gently.
It's too easy to dig up buried memories.
When I stop smiling and whispering, I stop writing poetically.
I realized that you have always been a poem in my heart.
I once climbed a ladder and danced with the wind and clouds.
I also fell to the bottom and prayed to die in the mud.
But that was in the past.
Was that once?
A forgotten poem
Like a breeze caressing my neck
I went back to the past and felt the happy atmosphere at that time.
I went back to that lonely night and watched myself crying in a low voice.
Short but familiar, far and near.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Steady breathing
The corners of the mouth rise slightly.
Maybe I thought the poem I recited
Some words are omitted.