Appreciation of Classical Poetry 1 Embrace Spring
Happy wandering
In the soft spring breeze,
Among the green leaves of willows,
In the cuckoo's cry,
On the bright side of flowers,
We saw the beautiful spring.
Sentimental in spring,
It uses the deep affection of leaves, delicate flowers and lingering wind.
Weave charming dreams for us.
Spring is warm,
The sun is shining, the breeze is weaving, and the spring rain is like milk.
It sows the seeds of hope in people's hearts,
Brew a beautiful fragrance.
Spring is the season of sowing,
Spring is the season of farming,
Spring breeze floats in the air,
Bring a little hope,
Flowers in bud,
Is telling the story of spring.
In spring, our feelings are fresh every day.
-The sun is shining, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
In spring, our mood is full of passion every day.
-Sow ideals, sow hope!
Spring is not only a season,
It is also a kind of mood.
Spring is not only the beginning of the revival of sleeping things,
It is also the awakening of people's minds.
Looking at the rippling willow branches and all kinds of flowers,
What do you think,
What to expect,
What can you expect?
Into the spring,
Let us feel the breath of spring happily,
Feel the warmth of spring comfortably.
Let's listen to the footsteps of spring quietly,
Striking the strings of life with the soul,
Embrace the spring of life warmly!
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 2 "A Flowering Tree"
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me,
In my most beautiful moment. To this end,
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship,
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree,
Grow along the path you must take,
The sun is full of flowers carefully,
Blossoming is my hope in my previous life.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting.
When you finally ignore it,
Fell all over the floor behind you,
Friend, that's not a petal,
It is my withered heart.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 3 "Rainy Night"
Late at night-
It is raining in Mao Mao.
Umbrella
A girl is walking in the street.
Wearing black hair
gently
Humming a faint tune
Cross the fork in the road
Walk into the alley
A girl with an umbrella.
In the heavy rain
Quietly again
-Appear
Through the crowd
On the rainy street
-Wandering
I approached the girl.
In the dark night
Dare not look up at her.
I dare not say:
Girl-
She is sad, or sad.
On a street without pedestrians
In silence
pace back and forth
Still singing a nice song
It's raining.
On a quiet street
I met.
This carefree girl
She has long black hair.
Walk under a street lamp
Nodded slightly at me.
Didn't say hello to me
I stopped.
Look at her slim figure.
No language.
The rain continued to fall.
Girl-her
It's far away
Walk into the deep rain
That number
And music.
Gradually
Gradually melt in the rainy night.
I'm standing in the street.
In the hazy drizzle
calmly
Go silently
Depth of rain
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 4 "Thoughts of Autumn Rain"
Water-stopping orchid
Another autumn rain.
It rains like this.
Silent Cry
Broke the tranquility of this thousand-year-old city.
A seemingly happy face is actually unhappy.
If you are as weak as Daiyu.
I can't see my fingers.
The lost urchin came home from school.
Can you still see it?
A fuzzy smiling face wet with heavy rain.
A pale face of pain
The forgotten corner is still worth remembering.
Look at the beautiful flowers outside the window.
Affectionate rain, how can you bear to fall?
Tell the truth of prayer
Please have mercy and let her go.
Idle people with nothing to fish for.
Why don't you care about me when you wear hemp fiber?
Give a boo
I'm afraid I'll distract you.
Look at the watch on your wrist.
Why hasn't the person I knew at that time arrived yet?
What should I do?
Makes Iraqis so uneasy.
The floor covered with fine dust is brand new.
You are the first to bear the brunt.
Adjust the pointer of time.
Sit on the tower and wait for the news of your victory.
Meet you in the wind and rain
The flowers next to them are so petal-shaped and bare.
Dark clouds blocked the sunset.
Please don't be late for the next stop.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 5 "Rain after Rain Queue"
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Waiting for a snow to sue God.
I
This river
A mountain road without water.
not yet
Become afternoon tea on the shore
spring
Has become an unpredictable dilemma.
I
This river
You can't get out.
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Can't wait for a snow to tell God.
Appreciation of Classic Poetry 6 "Waiting for You in the Rain"
Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you in the rain,
In the rain that makes rainbows
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame.
in the rain
It doesn't matter whether you come or not,
I feel that every lotus is like you.
Especially at dusk,
Through this drizzle
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you, during this time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand,
At the moment, if your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say,
Little lover
No, this hand should pick lotus flowers.
In Wugong, this hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
In the words of Jiang Baishi,
With rhythm,
You come.
Winter rain
A trickle of rain
Sprinkle it gently on my heart.
No umbrella, no poncho.
There is only one beige coat.
It's raining hard.
It's like offering a white flower to the dead.
Tell a fairy tale that will never change.
A trickle of rain
Tap on the dripping eaves gallery
No flinching, no fear
There is only one forward heart running in the direction to go.
This rain is very charming.
In the sky that embraces it, let go of your worries.
For example, sending a message to a person who has been wandering for a long time
Come on, hurry home!
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 7 "On a Long Rainy Night"
Mozi
The water rustled on the window pane.
A lattice attached to a window frame.
And the frustration of clinging to the glass
Fell on the edge of the building and broke into four or five flowers.
Crystal petals
Broken thoughts fall into the heart pool
Ripple along the veins of the earth
Can really cut off the latitude between heaven and earth
Weaver weaves acacia all night.
It will break like gold.
It will rain tomorrow.
The light is always on on the top floor.
The switch is really broken.
In the long rainy night
She used to fall asleep when she turned on the light.
Naive enough to see the person of your dreams.
In the long leisure time.
Her insomnia eyes are swollen.
But for Nightcrawler in the rain.
Shine the light of hope all the way
Windows on a stormy night
The starlight disappeared in the light.
I know
It's going to be all night again
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 8 "The Sound of Rain"
Ultimate poverty
I like the window that stands by and listens to the rain.
On a quiet night, the sound of ticking
Like cheerful notes.
Jump in my heart
The rain is ticking, and the silent night.
A diffuse breath
It always reminds me of yellowed memories.
Surging in front of my eyes
The past has passed, and it will never disappear.
My thoughts and hopes.
The sky is vast, where to find it?
My lost dream
The rain is ticking, on a quiet night.
Beating in my ear. be
A naughty song
It haunts my dreams.
Is it you or the story of time?
Appreciation of Classical Poetry: The Curtain of 9 Dreams
The moonlight overflowed the small window,
Reflected in the light blue curtain,
At the same time, it filled my heart,
Come into my dream.
Bright moonlight,
Curtains fluttering in the wind,
Here,
here
It's this stranger again,
It seems to be a place that has existed in my heart for a long time.
Lilacs outside the window,
The water in the autumn pond,
I
I
I seem to hear a deja vu conversation,
Looking back suddenly,
But no one.
Wandering in confusion,
Whether I'm in a dream.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 10 Nightingale
You sing in the silent heart, hidden oriole!
The whole rose-blooming garden is listening to your singing.
The wings of moonlight glide gently.
Is there no wind in the rose bush where the nightingale sings?
There is not a breath of wind in this fragrant rose.
Can gather their souls into your singing.
This oriole's song in the still night,
It's like calling God in the dark,
This song is just a breeze, and it is heading for,
Alas! Call for roses that are fragrant but not withered!
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This is the spring birds singing the blooming branches.
Poet, I am in the sun
Looking for your poem.
Along the ivy-covered fence
Fat bees sing.
Colorful butterflies are dancing.
The mood I'm looking for
Like a flower that opens late.
Leave a lonely shadow
Shallow lament
Perhaps this is that poet who convey your message.
Keep a straight face in a gentle and moving place
It taught me to face everything.
In a calm tone
Meditate on the quatrains in the thread-bound book.
Now I hold this philosophical core.
In spring
Poet, when you look back at the fence and the songs of birds,
Can you tell me?
The drifting direction of that poem.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 12 Music and Poetry
I chose this topic because.
Many years ago today, it was the day when two stars fell.
One is a musician who climbed to the top from adversity.
Heroes and destinies are magnificent.
One is a poet, leaving the dust of sadness.
"Spring, Ten Haizi" is a sad occasion.
Some people say that music is a gift from heaven to mankind.
So, poetry is a temporary pleasure in suffering?
Music is like flowing poetry and poetry is like still music.
Music is in poetry, and poetry is in music.
Flowing clouds and flowing water, flat and even.
They all dance with their hearts.
Who can tell which belongs to music?
Which one belongs to poetry?
If music is an analgesic,
This gave Beethoven the courage to live.
So, what about poetry?
Poetry is on the way. lake
Donate your body for poetry and fly.
Bring the message of spring flowers to poetry.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 13 There is no end to loving you and poetry.
I am a gift from God to my dear ones.
Profession is all I have.
Hua Xinkai Ji Xiang Ji
Warm yufanghua I
Turn love into poetry.
Aesthetic freehand brushwork for you
Romantic sweetness of falling in love
Eternal warmth and beauty
One poem after another.
I'm busy
I want to seal it up and stop writing.
Kissing is priceless wealth.
Let my heart be moved by the heat.
Dear words
Let me rewrite the poem.
Charming smile.
It's like seeing a pro's reading satisfaction.
Fragrant and blooming road
Words written with heart
Love you forever
Poetry is more than just ...
Appreciation of classic poems 14 love, in no particular order.
Love, you have no specific order,
For the old love, vegetables are far away from me.
Why? Don't you think,
Feel very sad in my heart?
Ah ... girl, that's it,
If you don't let love, for the sake of,
Is my love,
Is it reliable?
Don't go yet,
Don't ignore our happiness,
Love you, my heart can be at ease,
Love, in no particular order
My words, leave them here,
Is it useful?
For you,
My love, like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
A long stream.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 15 Qingming Evening
Laughing humans gradually leave.
Put the flowers in the wrong place
Crows scared away by the living began to go home.
Moss of the soul
This is a cry that slipped out of the grave.
With the last strength of life
Passing the laughter of the night
A rose that never bloomed on a corpse.
This is a rejected legend.
The tunnel to Rome at night
This was dug out by ants with their toes.
What I often sneer at is the coffin.
Laugh at the humbleness of the sun
The sky has long been out of civilization.
Who is still dancing with trembling?
Cursed dusk
Never put out the pain of being torn
If the sky is a huge mausoleum
Then what will we become?
Corroded glory
Break the eternal silence
For a dream that has burned out
Carve last night's shame on the tombstone
When a poem is blown away by the wind like a dead leaf
Tears will be the only remaining ashes.
Cover up the emptiness with all exaggerated smiles
Fight back with inexplicable pride.
Is a dream shattered by despair?
Will be silent on the broken string of the pipa.
Young love is nourished by tears.
Spin as white as a top
The eyebrows at night are a barren land.
The night light in March was a broken riot.
Time and space are only the physical body double here.
The skeleton running in the moonlight comes from the future.
Tomb-Sweeping Day dusk
I hid in the tent.
Add a grave to the barren grave with a bloody knife.
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 16 Poetry
I can look for the past
Go to the future.
If I were a fish
That poem is a surging river.
Poetry is for me.
As if eager for something-with great desire.
How important is poetry in my life?
I can't express myself in words.
Because my writing is too clumsy.
Can't write wonderful words
What is this?
Life is like a poem.
Or is poetry like life?
I won't know.
Anyway, leave that word
Every time you read a poem,
On the roadside of life, there will always be
Turn on a light
There is no night road in life.
The ghost waiting to be robbed by the roadside
There's nothing we can do.
Go back to the dark corner
When winter comes,
I am not afraid of the cold.
Don't worry about snow and ice blocking the way.
Look at the snowflakes falling outside the window.
I am enjoying a beautiful poem.
Blood is dancing in the blood vessels.
Autumn wind-messenger
Send a message that the fruit is ripe
Every sentence exudes the fragrance of poetry.
Fruit is the rhythm of poetry.
When I taste sweet and delicious fruit
Do you know
I am reading a beautiful poem.
Although the heat is like fire.
Think of me as
Steamed bread in a steamer
Steamed and steamed
I smiled, but I was happy.
Think of her as a poem, a poem
Passionate generate's love poems
That poetic feeling is like lava eruption.
Read and read tirelessly
When winter comes and spring comes, plants sprout and the earth appears a scene of vitality.
Flowers, fish, insects, birds and animals
I finally look forward to the Spring Poetry Festival.
They all came to discuss poetry.
Baiyun presents a blank sheet of paper to everyone.
She said, when the wind blows,
This is a poem.
Spring is an ocean of poetry.
My dream
Flying in poetry
Poetry accompanied me all the way.
Lead me all the way forward
If I believe in fate,
Then fate is
One of the most beautiful poems
Appreciation of Classical Poetry 17 Poetry
I can look for the past
Go to the future.
If I were a fish
That poem is a surging river.
Poetry is for me.
As if eager for something-with great desire.
How important is poetry in my life?
I can't express myself in words.
Because my writing is too clumsy.
Can't write wonderful words
What is this?
Life is like a poem.
Or is poetry like life?
I won't know.
Anyway, leave that word
Every time you read a poem,
On the roadside of life, there will always be
Turn on a light
There is no night road in life.
The ghost waiting to be robbed by the roadside
There's nothing we can do.
Go back to the dark corner
When winter comes,
I am not afraid of the cold.
Don't worry about snow and ice blocking the way.
Look at the snowflakes falling outside the window.
I am enjoying a beautiful poem.
Blood is dancing in the blood vessels.
Autumn wind-messenger
Send a message that the fruit is ripe
Every sentence exudes the fragrance of poetry.
Fruit is the rhythm of poetry.
When I taste sweet and delicious fruit
Do you know
I am reading a beautiful poem.
Although the heat is like fire.
Think of me as
Steamed bread in a steamer
Steamed and steamed
I smiled, but I was happy.
Think of her as a poem, a poem
Passionate generate's love poems
That poetic feeling is like lava eruption.
Read and read tirelessly
When winter comes and spring comes, plants sprout and the earth appears a scene of vitality.
Flowers, fish, insects, birds and animals
I finally look forward to the Spring Poetry Festival.
They all came to discuss poetry.
Baiyun presents a blank sheet of paper to everyone.
She said, when the wind blows,
This is a poem.
Spring is an ocean of poetry.
My dream
Flying in poetry
Poetry accompanied me all the way.
Lead me all the way forward
If I believe in fate,
Then fate is
One of the most beautiful poems