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How can I thank you?
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When I walk up to you
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I want to harvest a spring breeze.
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You gave it.
I spent the whole spring (
"Thank you" Wang Guozhen)
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May all happiness follow you.
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Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn.
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May all happiness.
Accompany you
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The full moon is a painting, and the lack of the moon is a poem (
"Travel" Wang Guozhen)
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I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
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Now that I have chosen a distant place,
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I only care about the hardships.
I'm not going. /I won't be there.
I wonder if there will be cold wind and rain behind.
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Because the target is the horizon.
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What is left to the world can only be the back.
Shadow Love Life (Wang Guozhen)
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There is no longer road than feet.
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There is no mountain higher than man (
"The mountain is high and the road is far" (Wang Guozhen)
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If you are a fish.
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Don't be infatuated with the sky.
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If you are a bird.
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Don't be obsessed with the ocean (
select
Wang Guozhen)
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If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
(
bird
Tagore)
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The bird wants to be a cloud.
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The cloud wishes to be a bird (
Tagore, bird)
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Don't blame your food because you have no appetite (
bird
Tagore)
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Grass, your steps are small, but you own the land under your feet (
bird
Tagore)
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Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves (
Tagore, bird)
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It is the singing and dancing of water that makes pebbles perfect (
Byrd
Set of Tagore)
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There are no birds in the sky, but I have flown (
Tagore, bird)
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Flowers in the corner
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When you are narcissistic
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The world becomes smaller (
"Stars" Bing Xin)
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Flower of success
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People only marvel at her present splendor.
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However, when her bud
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logged
Tears of struggle
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Blood shed (ibid.)
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Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If you are free, you can throw both (
freedom
Petofi)
2. The sound of well-written modern poetry always believes that the wind has the sound of blowing a small bud and drilling through a green bamboo forest. The green river surrounds the valley. Listen to the wind. It's smiling. Little laughter turned into little bells on flowers. Rinrin is full of smiles and whistles across the bloody battlefield. The wind sobbed as if it were crying. Spinning around, reluctant to leave life, the guest's life is a luxurious feast to be held all his life. It is the door in front of the door. With a smile and sinister, open the door and carefully examine the ticket named "fate". Let the guests from afar. Seats are not arranged immediately and may change at any time. Passers-by will finish a glass of wine in the last seat and leave in a hurry. There is another person sitting in the audience, who has died forever. At some point, "disaster" will disturb the guests. Running away with a pale face is called "adversity" and "happiness" This beautiful girl participated in it with great fanfare and followed her elegant steps. Time was ignored. Anyway, the host will choose to be eliminated and have to leave, and the perfect feast will end. Count your guests at this time, except those left by the enemy. How many guests do you know in your heart? On the left of the hall is success. Look at your gifts. There are countless gifts. Time, the once green doorman, dragged his old steps and slammed the door out, rudely driving the guests out, ignoring the crying outside, smiling mysteriously at your soul, saying: people came from crying and went from crying, life was so clean that nothing was left, and then turned away, leaving only himself standing in the same place, recalling the past, and after a thousand years of distant time, a picture emerged on the bronze mirror. What kind of heart did you have on the day when Zhaojun volunteered to leave the fortress? When I came to the hall, I heard that your tears turned into a bright lake. I heard that your bronze mirror reflected the mountain and turned the wall into a piece of music. Pipa beyond the Great Wall turns all beings upside down, making fish feel ashamed and inferior to geese. So what kind of woman are you? It's just that the descendants of Zhaojun couldn't guess that you and Khan had consolidated the Han Dynasty. I just don't know how Emperor Xian of Han sent you out of the fortress. Use or regret? It's just Zhaojun. I didn't know you were a fairy in the sky. Your tears drop into the lake, and peach blossoms bloom all year round. The stream where you wash your hair smells fragrant all year round. The land you command is endless. Your cattle and sheep are stronger than anyone else, and your departure is also said to be going home. Zhaojun, your real name is the story of the four seasons. Spring is like a beautiful girl. Quiet and silent flowers bloom on your skirt, and grass forms you. Never lose your temper or be wronged. Even crying is quiet as if it doesn't exist, but we can still see your changes-flowers gradually fill the stream, grass gradually shade, willow gradually spit, naughty children let kites fly around your chest, summer sunshine shines enthusiastically, and even the moon comes to join in the fun. I can't blame that naughty dog for mistaking the moon for the sun and calling you enthusiastic. We're drowning! The fan is spinning, the air conditioner is rumbling, and the popsicles are eaten sparsely. No wonder we keep complaining-summer is disgusting! Boom! Who pissed you off? Lightning and thunder that make you cry? Autumn leaves fall from the trees, maple leaves dress up the Woods, the wheat is golden, the clouds are floating in the fields, the grass is cold and the grass is light, and the yellow autumn is waving to us! Pick the ripe fruit, hide it in osmanthus, let it smell fragrant, enjoy the fiery autumn leaves, and wave your hand to make the sky clear. Who sang nursery rhymes against the cool autumn wind? In winter, one day the grass is frosted, one day it rains and it is cold. Is winter coming, and your hobby is incomplete? Why did you blow away the red leaves on the treetops? Do you like crystal clear? Why are all the people in "Pear Blossom"? You're still a chemist, right? Know how to turn spray into ice and hang it.
3. Looking for the childhood of modern poetry creation
The memory of my childhood is the favorite of my life.
Treasured in my heart,
Like a rushing spring,
Like old wine,
Like fragrant tea,
I like colorful seasons.
In spring, we sow the seeds of hope in our hearts.
In summer, we have many flowers.
In autumn, we bear fruit.
In winter, I conserve my strength,
Prepare for the arrival of next year.
Our childhood,
There are joys and sorrows,
Laughter and tears,
Sad and sad,
There is joy again.
4. Beautiful modern poetry transcends itself.
We can cheat others.
But you can't deceive yourself.
As we move towards a prosperous May,
Youth is no longer mysterious.
Upward road
It's always stumbling
Always keep the original romance.
Really not easy
Someone is sad.
Some people are happy.
When we crossed a high mountain,
I also crossed a real self.
I know.
Happiness is the pillar of life.
Pain is a journey of life.
I know
When your heart is heavy
The best gift
Is to send you a quiet sky.
You will be confused.
I'll be sober, too
When night falls.
You will feel
Have a pair of warm eyes
I know
When you dry the tears on your cheeks
You will smile brightly.
At that time, I will gently say to you
Let's leave now. look
Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright.
5. Modern poems that can be written in a composition should be philosophical, instead of writing a few words in the whole song. Xilinbi (Song Sushi): I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain.
Philosophers observe things from different positions and angles and come to different conclusions. Only when people get rid of subjective and objective limitations, stay out of Lushan Mountain and have foresight can they really see the true face of Lushan Mountain.
To understand the essence of things, we must observe them from all angles, both objectively and comprehensively. Thoughts after reading a book (Song Zhuxi) asked whether the canal was as clear as water. Because there is inexhaustible living water for it.
Philosophy takes the pond as a metaphor, explaining that the method of learning is to accumulate and absorb new nutrients. Everything is moving, changing and developing, and everything can maintain its existence only in movement.
It is this uninterrupted movement, change and development that makes things exist in constant self-renewal. Once this movement stops, things can't exist.
If there is no constant renewal and accumulation of knowledge, one's knowledge will become a stagnant pool, lifeless and without progress. Learning is like this, and so is doing other things.
Others, such as Wang Anshi's "Climbing the Flying Peak": I'm not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, I'm only at the top. Lu You's Reading on a Winter Night for Children (3): On paper, I feel shallow and don't know what to do.
Wang Zhihuan is at Heron Villa: But you only need to go up one flight of stairs, and you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. .
6. Seek the originality of two modern poems written by yourself.
Original writing in the space, I hope I can help you!
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Thoughts are like the wind, but diffuse (topic)
If cherry blossoms are snowy, they will fall one by one.
Moonlight, like yarn, is shrouded in mist.
Time passes through my fingers like water.
Love is like the sea, silent for a long time.
without restraint
Like still water
So gentle,
I like to lie in the water and let my hair and water cover every inch of my skin.
Let everything be calm.
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It's like an empty city seat.
There seems to be no quieter place than here.
There is no quieter place than here.
Only a gentle voice.
Whispering softly beside you
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It's like seeing another self.
Time and space facing the other shore
Separate the soul from the body.
Close your eyes, everything is still.
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Love the silent water
So soft
Love lies in the water, let my hair and water cover all my skin.
Keep everything silent.
It looks like a lonely castle,
Nowhere is it quieter than there.
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There is no better place than there.
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Just a gentle whisper, low close to you.
Facing it, I can see another self.
Facing another time and space, my soul and body are separated.
Everybody stop and close your eyes.