In late autumn, I was walking on the forest path.
Feel the long loneliness.
It's like walking into distant ancient times.
Draw boring allusions with leaves.
A hundred thousand years can't be permanent.
Like a sunset that can't stay.
I will eventually become dust in the wind.
Yellow leaves fly aimlessly.
Just like the repetition of countless predecessors.
Listening to poems and reciting ci fu
Fantasize that I will leave a bad book.
In a blink of an eye, I will be home soon.
Only the scene of worry.
Never forget.
There were red candles and tears that day.
And the heartbreaking white curtain.
Next to the pine trees all over the mountains.
Looking at the pear blossoms flying all over the sky
For a long time, I was dying in my heart.
Become a fountain of tears, always love to shed in autumn and winter.
Life is that thick fog.
Everyone needs to look back and forth.
It's a long way.
Sang Yu said subconsciously under the tree.
2. Modern poems about "road" don't choose the road. Frost divided the yellow forest into two roads. It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time, watching a road until I disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush, quiet, more charming and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on these two paths. Although leaves fell all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path from now on.
The road of modern poetry! Road, towering mountains remind me of the road of climbing, big waves remind me of the road of fighting, blue sky reminds me of the road of boyun, and the wind and sand are long, reminding me of the road of mountain stream. Thousands of roads, ten thousand roads, dim roads, flashing roads, overlapping and repeating.
Ah! Road, I would like to cut through thorns and open a winding road, I would like to ride the wind and waves, break a road leading to the sea, I would like to soar in the sky, build a road leading to the sky, I would like to trudge through the sand sea and open a green road. Look, we are sweating, fighting in the world of knowledge, for the road of tomorrow! ! ! I took the second road that I didn't take. Not bad, maybe it's more worth it, because there is too much grass and no one to step on it. But it's hard to compare this. The two roads trample on the same degree.
That morning, the two roads were the same, both covered with fallen leaves, and there were no footprints. Ah, I'll save the first road for tomorrow! Although I understand that roads are connected with roads, I doubt whether I can go back to my old place.
Since then, no matter how many years have passed, I will always mention this with a sigh: two roads diverged in the forest, and I chose the one that few people walked, and everything after that was thousands of miles away.
3. Modern poems about "road" do not choose the road. There are two roads in the yellow forest. It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time, watching a road until I disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush, quiet, more attractive and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on these two paths; Although leaves fell all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints. Oh, leave a way and see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: there are two roads in a forest, and I chose the less traveled one, which determines my life path. Road is a pedestrian who walks out of machado, and your footprint is a road, that's all; Pedestrians, there is no road on the ground, and the road is for people to come out.
If you go, you will form a road. When you turn around, you will see a road, but you will never walk again. Pedestrians, without a path, are like sailing on the sea.
..... Road! Road, towering mountains remind me of the road of climbing, big waves remind me of the road of fighting, blue sky reminds me of the road of boyun, and the wind and sand are long, reminding me of the road of mountain stream. Thousands of roads, ten thousand roads, dim roads, flashing roads, overlapping and repeating.
Ah! Road, I would like to cut through thorns and open a winding road, I would like to ride the wind and waves, break a road leading to the sea, I would like to soar in the sky, build a road leading to the sky, I would like to trudge through the sand sea and open a green road. Look, we are sweating, fighting in the world of knowledge, for the road of tomorrow! ! ! I took the second road that I didn't take. Not bad, maybe it's more worth it, because there is too much grass and no one to step on it. But it's hard to compare this. The two roads trample on the same degree.
That morning, the two roads were the same, both covered with fallen leaves, and there were no footprints. Ah, I'll save the first road for tomorrow! Although I understand that roads are connected with roads, I doubt whether I can go back to my old place.
Since then, no matter how many years have passed, I will always mention this with a sigh: two roads diverged in the forest, and I chose the one that few people walked, and everything after that was thousands of miles away. I just learned the first one.
4. A modern poem describing what the road is. The urgent road is densely covered with spider silk connecting urban and rural areas, and it is a heavy responsibility and busy day and night.
After seeing off the feelings of poverty, the banquets at the dinner seemed to be full of interest. (2) China changed dramatically and was generous.
The narrow path leads to the high speed, and the narrow path leads to the vast. (3) There are good rivers and mountains in Wan Li, China, and there are risks on the way.
There is no shortcut to the top, you can climb bravely in the snow. (4) Gully ridges are always difficult to level.
Stumbling is meaningless, but there is no feeling in the twists and turns. (5) Stretching for thousands of lines, there are nine right paths.
If you don't cover your eyes with floating clouds, Yangguan Avenue is happy. Unselected road frost is divided into two roads in Huang Lin, but unfortunately I can't set foot in them at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time. I watched a road until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush, quiet, more charming and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on these two paths. Although leaves fell all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path from now on.
The road of modern poetry! Road, towering mountains remind me of the road of climbing, big waves remind me of the road of fighting, blue sky reminds me of the road of boyun, and the wind and sand are long, reminding me of the road of mountain stream. Thousands of roads, ten thousand roads, dim roads, flashing roads, overlapping and repeating.
Ah! Road, I would like to cut through thorns and open a winding road, I would like to ride the wind and waves, break a road leading to the sea, I would like to soar in the sky, build a road leading to the sky, I would like to trudge through the sand sea and open a green road. Look, we are sweating, fighting in the world of knowledge, for the road of tomorrow! ! ! I took the second road that I didn't take. Not bad, maybe it's more worth it, because there is too much grass and no one to step on it. But it's hard to compare this. The two roads trample on the same degree.
That morning, the two roads were the same, both covered with fallen leaves, and there were no footprints. Ah, I'll save the first road for tomorrow! Although I understand that roads are connected with roads, I doubt whether I can go back to my old place.
Since then, no matter how many years have passed, I will always mention this with a sigh: two roads diverged in the forest, and I chose the one that few people walked, and everything after that was thousands of miles away.
5. The poem "Road" about describing the road-Xuanbao
East, west, north and south, eternal dust. At the end of the river, there are pedestrians in the snow
The dangerous mountain leads to Shu, and the flat land enters Qin. Those who fight for fame and fortune don't often talk.
Qiaotaoli
The bronze camel is divided into palaces, and the Jiange is low in Qionglai. Purple is three thousand Li, and brothels are twelve times as heavy.
Jade is like snow, and the golden hole is Ma Rulong. Today in the middle road, Yao Zun can meet more.
Road construction-land tour
The road is not muddy in rainy days, and the wood and stone are in vain. But if I have to walk, I don't have a halberd or a tall car.
Song by the roadside-Lu You
Road north and south, wheels never stop. Are they all wizards? I am hungry alone.
Huqiu Temple Road was heavy last year-Bai Juyi
Since the opening of Shanxi Road, there have been frequent land and water exchanges. Silver music leads the arrogant horse, and the flower boat carries the beauty. Lotus flowers are everywhere, and peach and plum varieties are still new. Live on the lake embankment and stay for a spring.
Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road.
Liu Yang has long dikes everywhere, and Huaming Road has not been lost.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home.
Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all my life, and my sword is hidden in Xuan Lu.
Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife.
The way to acquire profound knowledge and lofty morality is so far away that I will wholeheartedly look for them from heaven to hell.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
Well, there's no way, Jinghe village
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ideal
(Liushahe)
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
The ideal person is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.