Su Shi
[Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk by drinking, write this article. Pregnant. 〕
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Lu You in Xiuzi
When you die, you know everything is empty.
But I'm sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Day,
Family sacrifices will not be forgotten.
Crossing the ocean of zero
wen tianxiang
Once the hard work comes.
There are few stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the clouds are surging.
Life experiences ups and downs.
Fear beach says fear.
Sigh in the ocean
Every man dies.
This thorough dedication of the neuromicroscope will go down in history forever.
Li Bai, the song of Xia Sai
Tianshan snow in May,
There are no flowers, only cold.
Smell the willow in the flute,
I have never seen the scenery in spring.
Sean Xiao followed the golden drum,
Sleep at night with a jade saddle.
May the sword be inserted in the waist,
Cut Loulan straight.
Modern poetry
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Author: Bing Xin
Three very young children,
A row sat by the ditch under the tree.
Clap your hands and sing alone,
Two people also hurriedly clap your hands to sing;
It stopped again-
Still smiling and waiting for each other
Dust all over the street
Pedestrians are woven,
They created their own natural world!
Just three ordinary children,
But it won me three comments.
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one
Stars shine-
Deep blue sky,
Have you ever heard them talk to each other?
In silence,
In the twilight,
They praised each other deeply.
two
Childhood,
This is a fact in the dream,
This is a real dream.
Memories are tearful smiles.
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I never throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-save it.
Fold into a boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still don't give up and fold every day.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wan Shui Qian Shan, please carry her love.
And sadness.