Five representative poems 10

Bian Zhilin's Broken Chapter You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. Gu Cheng: The night gave me black eyes, but I found the light with them! Haizi: "Spring Blooms Facing the Sea" Starting from tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and it will bloom in spring from tomorrow. Write to every relative and tell them my happiness. That happy lightning told me that I would tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. And I wish you a bright future. I wish you a happy life in the world. I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms. 3. Xu Zhimo: Don't leave Cambridge gently, just as I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The 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 gentle waves of Cambridge, I would like to be a water plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Support a long Artemisia, wander back to a greener place, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just 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. Beautiful meeting is an accidental meeting, and acquaintance is a kind of fate. I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight. The past is still clear and life is like a dream. I hope I will be drunk for a long time, passers-by will hurry and say goodbye sooner or later. Today, the autumn wind comes, the ancient road is long, the golden urn is full, and the years are like stars. I can't get rid of my feelings. My heart is full of the moon. When dragons sing in the sky. When birds fly over the window Author: Lan Jian floats in the flat fields full of rape flowers, stretching the songs of childhood, singing on the backs of cows along the road, jumping and playing on the blue tiles in the evening, whose mulberry picking girl rolls up her gauze sleeves, and washes and washes on the riverside, and sweet dreams come one after another. Bai Niao people are worshipping the clothes of youth, which are silent calendars in ancient wooden houses. Raise your hand in the air and look up at the sky, praying for an amazing declaration of life. The small white jasmine on the ancient windowsill gently scented every closed windowsill. Jiaozi, mother: jiaozi, who said goodbye when Mifu left home, was wrapped in a kang. My mother rolled her face in tears, and my father rolled his face in silence. The taste is not rubbed into a hundred kinds of worries on weekdays, and a thousand blessings are wrapped on it and pinched for 10 thousand times. Have a taste of this hot jiaozi. When I am homesick in my hometown, my mother's jiaozi will float in my heart. The streets of jiaozi are full of homesickness. Order a dish of home cooking jiaozi, drink a pot of old wine, and keep the fifteenth moon, and you will feel a little at home. Author: Who took a machete and cut the moon into eyebrows? WU GANG put away the osmanthus wine and let me drink this acacia. She wanted to tell Xing Er to leave her sadness, but Xing Er covered her head with a white cloud and asked Feng to take a message. The wind tugged at the sleeves of willow branches and refused to go. Hey! Yan 'er is whispering in the nest, Deng's eyes are too confused, and Chi 'er also says that his heart is too annoying, alas! Fortunately, this moth is ambitious. She said she would walk thousands of miles for me. If you are a snowflake, Author: Mo Ke Romantic If you are a snowflake, you will fly gracefully from heaven. I have the direction I want-floating, floating, floating-the whole sky is my direction. Even if the cliff is cold and lonely, even if the horizon is lonely, I am not afraid of the lonely rain lane-melancholy, melancholy, melancholy-little cute, you are my direction! Let the elves light an orange lamp, flashing your eyes like wild deer and smelling the fragrance of cinnabar plum-quiet, quiet, quiet-oh, then I will abandon all freedom and dreams! Just stick to your lightness and gently penetrate into your palm, eyebrows and whole soul! Give birth to a spring bay-wandering, wandering, wandering-wandering in your heart like a gentle wave. The first and tenth songs, Yu Guangzhong's Waiting for You in the Rain. Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain making rainbows, cicadas sink, frogs raise a pool of red lotus like a red flame, whether you come or not in the rain is all the same, but I think every lotus is like you, especially through dusk, through this drizzle, waiting for you forever, in an instant, in an instant, in an eternity, outside of time, in an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand. On the Mulan boat, a star hangs like a pendant on the cornice of the Science Museum, and the Swiss watch shows seven o'clock. Suddenly, you walk in the red lotus after the rain and dance. You walk like a poem. You came out of a love story. You have read a lot of comments about this poem from Jiang Baishi's words. What impressed me the most was a wonderful passage about the Science Museum and the Swiss Watch, saying that it was a combination of classical and modern. However, personally, the appearance of these two images may be the only failure of this poem. The combination of a suit and a melon hat makes people feel uncomfortable. Second, the ninth song, Lin's "Laughter". It's her eyes, lips and the vortex of her lips that are laughing. Beauty is like dew, and the smile is hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. That's a smile-a smile in a poem, a smile in a painting: traces of clouds, soft waves of waves. It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he admired this talented woman. However, Lin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and later many people knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be recited by allusions.