Look at the poems of the famous poet Love (Nobel Prize in Literature nominee).
Slightly longer: Xun, read Du Fu in the car.
Longer: the elegy of returning to the sea and apes.
Super long: the second edition of blood
Very very long: driftwood
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Looking at my hometown on the border
Author: love
At some point.
We arrived at Lok Ma Chau.
The fog is rising and we are in a daze.
The palms began to sweat.
Looking at the homesickness that has expanded dozens of times in glasses.
Scattered with the wind.
When the distance is adjusted to heartbeat.
A distant mountain flew head-on
Hit me.
Severe internal injuries
Gross. Gross.
Sick as a cuckoo withered on a hillside.
There is only one flower left.
Squat behind the "No Crossing" sign.
Hemoptysis, at this time,
An egret started up from the rice field.
Fly over Shenzhen
Suddenly it folded back.
At this time, the partridge belt caught fire.
That smoky cry
Sentence by sentence
Through Joan Hinton in March in different places.
My eyes are red and my blood is boiling.
After your fright, it's the vernal equinox.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is not far away.
I actually understand Cantonese accent.
When the rain turns the vast land
Translate into cyan language
Here! You said that Futian village is over the water fence.
The soil of the old country is within reach.
But all I caught was a cold fog.
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Author: love
Panasonic has no boys to ask.
In fact, no one knows what is beyond the cloud.
Mountain climbing is not exciting, running.
Sweating is only done before the wind comes.
My legs are weak, which proves that the peak is far from heaven.
It's foggy on Shangyuan.
It looks like a poem of Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.
As for the temple clock,
When it reached the ear, it was already 1000 years later.
Therefore, if you look at the mountains in Tao Yuanming's way.
You won't sweat, and you won't pant like an ox.
But I have to climb up.
Just looking for that sound.
Surprise my heart and touch my soul.
The cicada is singing in the empty mountain.
This is the best.
I looked back and cheered loudly at the foot of the mountain.
I finally found it.
grey
cicada slough
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It is neither appropriate nor desirable to recommend the works of such a poet temporarily. We'll discuss it again and recommend it to you. You can choose 1000 poems and 100 famous artists.