Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long and lonely rain lane, hoping to meet.
A girl with a lilac knot. She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac fragrance, lilac sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation;
She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, like me.
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy. She approached quietly,
She breathed a dreamy sigh of relief,
As sad and confused as a dream. Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by; She walked away silently, far away, towards the crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded and her fragrance dispersed.
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes and lilac melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past.
A girl with a lilac knot.
Happy snow
If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,
I must know my direction clearly-fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction. Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills, and don't go to the deserted streets to be disappointed-
Fly, fly, fly-you see, I have a direction!
Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.
Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.
Shian Nora-Japanese girl.
The most important thing is the gentleness of bowing your head, like the invincible shyness of a water lotus in the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-Shia Nora!
In order to find a star
I rode a blind horse with crooked legs and whipped the night;
-Whip the darkness,
I rode on a lame blind horse. I rushed into this dark night,
To find a star; -
In order to find a star, I rushed into this dark wilderness.
Tired, tired of the animals under my feet,
The star has not appeared yet; -The stars haven't appeared yet,
I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted.
This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky.
There is an animal in the wilderness and a corpse at night. -
This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky!
Eliminate interest
The thunderstorm temporarily subsided; A double rainbow like a double dragon appeared in the mist.
Yao Jiao, bright and vivid,-
Good omen! It must be sunny tomorrow. What! Another burst of thunder,
-From the clouds, from the sky,
It's getting dark again, and the fresh rainbow is gone,-
Hope that never stood firm was destroyed again.
Shanghai-Hangzhou chezhong
Hurry! Come on, come on! When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A piece of water, a bridge, an oar, a pine tree, a clump of bamboo and red leaves:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear, vague and dreamy,
-Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
Residual stone
Who do you blame? Who do you blame? Isn't it thundering in the blue sky? Close: lock;
Dust on the tiles until tomorrow! Don't look at the smooth white stone steps.
Some other time, alas, grass grows in the crevices, and the green on the slate is full of berries!
There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch, but who else can change the water?
Who rakes the grass and feeds it! Three or five days ago, you must roll your eyes.
Don't float to death, let the ice decompose!
The most pitiful thing is that Ying Ge with red mouth and green hair has been taught by the empress.
Being able to sing on the flute is really spoiled. You will be scolded if you are late.
Now, you're in charge! There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ......
Change and invariability
The leaves on the tree said, "It's changed again. You see, some people are heartbroken.
Have a plenty of curling coke! ""yes, "the answer is my own voice:
Also withered and withered in the cold west wind.
At this time, the contiguous stars climbed to the top of the tree; "Look here,"
They seem to say, "Has it changed?"
"Look here," another voice started invisibly.
"Isn't it as distinct?" -My soul interrupted it.
Deep alleys in the middle of the night
It woke me up from sleep again, the sound of pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sorrow is this,
Whose finger is it, like a cold wind, like a miserable rain, like a fallen flower,
It's late at night, drowsiness strikes, and the strings are tight.
Playing with the horns of the merchants in the palace, at midnight, in the deserted street, the waning moon hung on the willow tips.
Ah, that half moon, like his broken hope, is wearing a flowered hat.
Wearing chains, jumping wildly on the road of time, laughing wildly,
It's over, he said. Blow out your light. She's waiting on the other side of the grave.
Waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss!
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
To the oak tree.
If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;
/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain
No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;
/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems.
/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,
/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning;
/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.
/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.
Countless stars-
( 1)
Stars shine-deep blue space,
Have you ever heard them talk to each other? They praised each other deeply in the dim silence.
…………
( 13 1)
Sea, which star has no light? What kind of flower has no fragrance?
At that time, I didn't have your clear sound in my mind?
springtime water
(3).
Flowers in the corner! When you admire yourself, the world becomes smaller.
…………
(June 4)
Baby, there are infinite mysterious words in his trembling cry.
Bring it out of the original soul and tell the world.
Paper boat.-for mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Sinful middle age [modern poetry]
Author: A small mountain village
The best time of my life.
Like running water, it is drifting away.
Middle age becomes the main body.
have no use for
I deliberately pay attention to it.
The heavy burden is on my heart and shoulders.
Raise your hand and cast your feet.
Convenient knowledge
Meeting in the wind [modern poetry]
Author: A small mountain village
Just waving goodbye.
What's in the world?
What about the river that can really turn back?
Let's meet, meet.
Don't forget each other
Flowers like flowers [modern poetry]
Author: Myrica rubra headscarf
The sterling silver chain is my graffiti on your chest.
Romantic scenery is the graffiti of the city overnight.
A letter can't be sent.
It's graffiti in my heart.
"Autumn sounds are gone, but love remains" [Modern Poetry]
Author: My heart is jingling.
Autumn sounds are fading away, and we meet in winter.
Deep down, the flute is still melodious,
I miss and feel lonely on windy nights.
The cold moonlight froze acacia,
Simply put on the shimmer and set off on a starry night.
Riding an ancient road and crossing the world of mortals,
The way dust rolls come and go.
West Lake at night
-Shanshuiren
Mrs. Gui Xiang Van,
Su Causeway sleeps at night.
The scenery of the peak tower is good,
Jinshan is far away. Yes
Bai Xu's ancient love,
Don't blame Song Di's pity.
Not seeking beauty,
Just drunk for the West Lake.
Ode to a thousand lakes
-Landscape man
Looking at floating aquatic plants from a distance,
Take a closer look at this island.
Wonderland Beast Island has thousands of scenic spots.
Ten times the beam will win seven.
Lying on the wooden fence at night listening to the sound of the waves.
The sea palace is happy with the beauty of fairyland.
Fairies should be invited to play.
Song of Taihu Lake
-Shanshuiren
In September, the lotus gradually turns yellow.
Autumn wind smoke is more refreshing.
Shuishu stayed up all night,
Egrets use all their sounds to make you walk.
Ancient town Nanxun
-Shanshuiren
Nanxun Sanshui is quiet.
Arch and gallery exhibition in the ancient town.
If you ask when this scene will happen.
Throughout the ages, the southern song dynasty and autumn.
someone
Author: Cang Kejia (1905-2004)
Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
someone
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.
Give it to a friend
Zhu ziqing
Your hands are like torches, your eyes are like waves, and your words are like stones.
How could I forget? You fly to Dongting Lake, you fly to the Yangtze River;
You want to build a red paradise on the ground! There are thorns on the ground, foxes and rabbits on the ground,
There are walkers on the ground; You will be a sharp knife, a sharp knife!
You will roar for lions, foxes and rabbits will be invincible! You will be shocked by the spring thunder,
Wake the walkers. I like to watch you ride a horse and run in the dust-
For a while, I can't see it! I like to see your walking stick, that iron walking stick;
It has color, weight and jingle!
I think you are a gust of wind blowing sand and stones, trying to blow down that unshakable golden palace!
Golden Palace! Whoo! One morning last summer, I met you:
How haggard are you? My eyes are still dry and my hair is too long!
But the heat in your blood is doubled! I tossed and turned in the plaster,
It seems to be baked! -You're like a smoking cigar,
You are like brandy, and you are like red pepper. How can I forget you?
blue pond
Yu Guangzhong
Sixteen handles of cinnamon pulp smashed the green glass, and several romances were hidden under the parasol.
Mine. I didn't bring it. My romance is downstream of the river.
If Bitan is more glass, you can take my sad silhouette.
If the grasshopper boat is more grasshopper, my sadness will be ruined.
Half past eight. The drawbridge is still awake. The summer vacation has just begun, and Xia Zheng is still young.
The laughter of the sophomore girl flies to the dragonfly, which is on the water.
Fly to you. How light this boat would be if you lived at my stern.
This pair of pulp should remember who is stone and who is.
Then go to Taihu Lake and Dongting to listen to the cries of Tang Dynasty apes.
Row to the rippling Tianhe River to see your hair. In myth, it capsized.
It is also a beautiful traffic accident. You are weaving on the other side.
From the last Tanabata to the next Tanabata, I made my flute on this shore.
Paper boat.-for mom.
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Knowledge of modern poetry:
Poetry is a literary genre with emotion as the main body. It reflects social life in a lyrical way, is highly concise and concentrated, and expresses thoughts and feelings in the form of rich imagination, rhythmic language and line arrangement. Poetry is a rhythmic, rhythmic and emotional language art form, and also the oldest and most basic literary form in the world. Poetry originated from ancient social life, which is a rhythmic and emotional language form due to labor production, sex and primitive religion. "Shangshu Yu Shu": "Poetry expresses ambition, song expresses Tao, sound is eternal, law and harmony." "Book of Rites. Le ":"Poetry expresses ambition; Song, chanting its voice; Dance, move its capacity; The three are based on the heart, and then the instrument follows it. " In the early days, poetry, song, music and dance were integrated. Poetry is the lyrics, which are always sung with music and dance in actual performances. Later, poetry, song, music and dance developed independently and became independent adults. Poems and songs are collectively called poems.
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