Ah, poet!
When you walk with your head slightly lowered, you always lack some temperament and elegance. And your true temperament and demeanor is a potential sense of freedom, which is far from the description in ancient books. It doesn't matter what I say, because you are in real life and your poems are in the book. Therefore, I appreciate you as much as I appreciate your poems.
Now, if you go further, you won't care which foot, hand or alley you are wrong. Because your mind is full of poems, poems, poems!
Congratulations! I am inspiration, diving consciousness and passion for poets.
My song
My songs are full of enthusiasm and vague.
My song, a bitter night dedicated to God.
The man came in a hurry and stopped at a place where there was no song. That's because he doesn't know where there is no song is death.
You said that your life is destined to be three or two thousand pounds, and singing "East Red and West Dawn" is all in vain. However, my song, my road, is still clear and bright.
There is no rainbow on the horizon. Who is the woman in the red shirt praying for? After a long walk, you never flashed your eyes-come, please follow me, my songs are full of temptation all the way.
My song is a tasteless gift and a symbol of color; My songs have been sung from the last century to the next, from now until dawn.
The wise man said that it was a bitter night to pay tribute to God.
The second poem for the poet when I harvest wheat
I have to stop.
Clear your mind.
one person
For a man who wandered like me two thousand years ago,
I can't hold the pen in my hand.
So its use can only be
In the mature season of wheat
Touch the wheat repeatedly.
From straw to ear of wheat
Soak in this food.
taste
When Qu Zi threw the pen into the water.
I must have heard a clear voice.
You must have laughed at the sound.
I must have thrown a poem in it.
There is also a person's body
And resentment.
Otherwise, my eyes will never be erased.
Those melancholy eyes
On this Dragon Boat Festival
I put one poet in front of another.
Missing is woven with wheat straw.
Throw it on this earth that breeds everything.
Plus wheat grains as full as water drops.
I hope more poets like Qu Yuan will grow up.
Poem 3 for the poet, dear friend
I always hear your complaints about life.
Say that your life is full of loss.
Say your friends don't care enough about you.
Said the world was too impetuous.
Say you face too much right and wrong.
Does the world really owe you too much?
No, dear friend.
It's not that the world owes us too much.
Yes, we should broaden our hearts.
broad-minded
You will have a beautiful spring all the year round.
In spring
Look at butterflies flying among the flowers.
Look at the catkins fluttering in the breeze.
Sow hope in the fragrance of the earth
Bathed in the soft morning light every morning.
summer
Watch the flowers and plants planted in spring grow.
Under the catkins. The shade is cool.
Listen to cicadas singing happily in the branches.
Enjoy the moon surrounded by stars every night.
in autumn
Harvest the hope of sowing in spring
Enjoy the sunset under the red maple leaves.
Look at the slowly flowing poetic river.
Cherish every day and every minute that is gone forever.
In winter
Taste the fruits planted in spring.
Look at the dead branches and put them on plain clothes.
Listening to New Year's music floating around the world.
Every morning, there is hope for our next stop.
Dear friend,
The seasons change irregularly.
None of us can predict the next morning.
but
As long as we are broad-minded
Sow the hope of spring in your hearts.
No matter how complicated the world is.
We all dream of spring.
Struggle and fly
Poetry is a distant gust of wind to a poet.
A cloud blew over her shoulder.
Music from heaven lingered in her ears.
Gu Quan's clear water is fragrant.
The green leaves of the mountain forest greet the morning sun.
And she, my yi.
Let go of worldly attachment at will.
Bathed in wandering time
Feel everything and forget everything.
She just gently
Like a breeze
That's the lightness I didn't even have time to look at.
Like the smile of the past.
Today's eyebrows
Or the pain of the future
For her, my Iraq.
Like a breeze, it drives away sadness.
Gentle words can soothe unhappy hearts.
My yi, sometimes in the mountains.
I look around, but I can't see it.
Sometimes, I step on the beach barefoot.
I ran over and smelled only the lingering fragrance.
Beauty is my yi.
Boldness is my Iraq.
My nature is natural.
My yi is beyond things.
In my heart, my Iraq
Dream is her, pain is her.
Ingenious karma
Habitat on earth
My Iraq will remain independent forever.
Poetry 5 for Poets —— Reading Teacher Liang Fen's Spring Awakening
Spring Awakens, a collection of poems written with true feelings.
A beautiful book that people can't put down.
A painstaking collection of poems, Spring Awakening.
Interpret life once and express the inner experience incisively and vividly.
Spring Awakening, a collection of poems described in dreams.
Record the answer sheet and resume of life in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
You pick up every leaf and grass bit by bit from the ocean of life.
It has become a line of notes, warm, moving, moving.
You are a brave singer, singing about life and the motherland.
Turn the joys and sorrows of the years into beautiful melodies.
You banished your longing and yearning in a noble and colorful dream.
All feelings have become pearls, giving people a moment of enlightenment.
You are a hero of Qinba and a good teacher who strives for self-improvement.
Every word sung for us is warm and sincere.
The secret of your high-spirited poet's lofty sentiments and persistent pursuit
It is the eternal light that guides us to embrace the hope of life.
Encourage young people not to forget to catch up with the beauty of spring.
Looking for the stars, the moon and the sun on the road of life and poetry
Poetry 6 is of great significance to poets, people,
Standing at the window,
Disappear from the window.
That man,
It's the handsome guy in the fence,
It is also the melancholy buddy in the pen.
That man,
Teach you how to love,
He doesn't love anymore.
That man,
Teach you how to be smart,
And he wants to live a confused life.
It's all because of that man,
You become very lonely,
As if you know that life is so tortuous,
I don't need your persistent defense.
It's all because of that man,
Your memory is full of him,
It seems that he has been living in your world,
Never left.
After all these years,
In your heart,
I didn't forget him,
You always tell people,
You've been waiting for someone,
However, the person you are waiting for,
Never showed up,
You know,
Your hopes are slim,
You always ask yourself,
Will he show up tomorrow,
You'll say yes,
You use these to comfort yourself,
You are used to the result.
A room where poets' poems are kept.
Author: Ruan Bomin
Recently, a man from Hunan, K, was only forty years old.
I'm worried that the children will have no room to live in when they grow up.
He told his wife to go home with more than 300,000 RMB to buy a house!
Savings of couples who have worked in Dongguan for more than ten years,
Go back to your hometown to buy a suite for decoration!
Oh, my God, are they considerate?
Over time,
Husband and wife should grow old together!
When a woman marries, her son conquers the world!
Where is the child's home?
Parents, I'm afraid you can't tell!
There is a classic proverb circulating in Hubei:
"Adopted son, is that me? What do I need?
My adopted son is better than me. What do I need money for? "
Hit the nail on the head!
Room, room, room,
Where should you build it?
Lu Taigong, who watched the TV series "Chu and Han Struggle",
Not in my hometown county,
Move to Pei county with family wealth and jewelry!
Lv Zhi, the daughter of Lu Taigong, married Liu Bang.
Made a good name for a generation of queens!
Lushi women are knowledgeable,
Free from the tyranny of evil officials in my hometown,
Choose a good destination with foresight!
Hanwang, Hanwang, you are blessed!
Using Xiao He and Han Xin skillfully,
Point soldiers to defeat Chu overlord Xiang Yu!
Since then, Liu Bang's thatched cottage,
Write it into the official history of the Han Dynasty!
Tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of silver for migrant workers,
Originally used for fitness,
When I am older, I can raise the flag!
After several nights of overtime,
Frost like snow condenses on the tent,
This season is just the first frost.
Auntie, auntie,
Tomorrow-we will leave you for another distant villa,
Thank you! Buy you a skirt.
For three years, day and night,
We built roads in the mountains,
It's stationed at aunt's house! Your village.
Those hot summers,
Auntie! It's your electric fan,
Bring us a burst of coolness.
Those frosty and snowy nights,
Auntie! This is your fire,
The exam makes us all hot!
A needle, a thread at night,
Mend our cuffs and torn clothes,
Needle and thread! Brought the sunshine of dawn.
Shining lights, snow-white frost,
Rough fingers, deep eyes,
Always reflected in our hearts.
It took three long years in the mountainous area.
Hot tea, porridge,
Auntie! We want to live in our own home.
Aunt in the mountains! Love is deep and long-lasting.
Deeply in love with our road builders,
Your heart has already melted the frost of Wan Li in the wild!
Poem 9 "Song of Youth" written for the poet
Youth sings and peach blossoms bloom.
I lay on the roof and watched the clouds fade away.
Show the mirror-like sky
Where you are, so are the flowers.
Time flies.
Skip Qianshan.
When you and I met.
A long time ago.
Meet again
Look at your vicissitudes.
Inadvertent maturity
Turn into a flood of sadness
When you are here, your youth is here.
Like jasmine
Fragrant, calm
Timely flowering
be in one's prime
Poetry for Poets 10 Whose face was awakened by the wind of missing?
Whose heart was burned in the hot summer?
Unscrupulous feelings call for the distance.
Like the crazy growth of branches and leaves in summer
A moment of happiness
It always ignites a weak memory.
Lin Nakakoji by the stream in the field.
Youth with dancing is blooming.
The fragrance of flowers is always intoxicating.
Chasing ripples on the waves
The song still echoes in the forest.
The past of Na Yue that year.
Memories are beautiful memories.
Childhood is a time of ignorance.
Youth is a burning passion.
Speed is the time of travel.