Zheng Chouyu, I walked across the south of the Yangtze River.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been uncovered.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
In the collection of homework, I really got unexpected gains. Most students changed this poem into prose, but three students were very creative and changed it into seven-character poem, modern poem and ci in their own way. Next, I will choose an excellent article for each style to dry (with some modifications) and cheer for the students' creativity ~ ~:
Huang Guozhen: Wrong.
The lotus is in bloom again, and you haven't come back yet. The sound of hooves is doubting your return, because it is a passer-by who has not returned.
Liu Yinyao: Error
There is a city in my heart.
There is a person living in this city.
Now I am still silently waiting for the misty rain outside your window in this lonely city. I don't care whether it is cloudy or sunny. I just want to watch every scene with you.
With every breath you take.
No matter how crooked the road is.
I watch you day and night.
There was a pounding of hooves outside the window.
My heart is rippling.
Unfortunately, this is not the number of hairlines you miss every day in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The moon is full of passion and drunkenness, and people are haggard. When will you go home? However, the east wind will fall in March, so I won't worry about 3,000. I will cry because of my heart, and raise my glass to the moon. Melancholy alone to drink acacia tears, worry about wine splashing cup.
Tenderness is inextricably linked with who, and catkins are ruthless. Looking at the pool and crying, people are tired and sleepless. Why bother? It's sad to be alone in a small window. Prosperity has no face, and it is a sigh all my life. When I overheard the sound of hooves, I suspected that I was answering someone. There is nothing to say but tears.