Cover up beauty in dim light.
That's the deviation of your understanding.
Poetry is a sword, cold and radiant.
Can penetrate the haze and helplessness of life
If poetry is a bunch of flowers.
Just to be arty.
That's the deviation of your understanding.
Poetry is a seed, pregnant with hope.
Let the future be filled with thousands of wonderful new sights.
If poetry is the moon.
There is only a faint light in the darkness.
That's the deviation of your understanding.
Poetry is the sun, full of passion.
Lead the way forward with light.
Poetry is the horn of charge.
She lifted her spirits and inspired her fighting spirit.
She inspires you to face the distance bravely.
People, once they have poetry.
Is to have a luxurious soul.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry: The Moon of the 15th.
In the sky at the junction of land and sea
In the faint fog
Like floating in the wind
Although it
It's already like this
Confused and wise.
The heart is so bright
But also because
The blocking of these clouds
There are puzzles around you.
This Mid-Autumn Festival night
I sat by the river alone.
Lift your eyes and look up at it.
I hope it can guide me.
But every now and then.
Unsolved the hesitation in my heart
Appreciation of modern poetry 3 1
Sailing in memory, several places, blue sky and white sand beach.
Carved on the ship's side, dotted with deep and shallow.
Despite the long walk, the water mist still wet the ship's side.
As always, save the past.
Cast a net at the gap, grab some faces and have sex.
The distance from the ferry is getting farther and farther.
No wonder, it's all broken time to go online.
Maybe the past is destined to be smoke?
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If the sun is shining
There is no more rain in the air.
Do you still remember, in that corner, the willow tree hangs gently?
Four eyes are opposite, and Yan language is low all over.
The warm wind, lingering in my ears, is gentle and subtle.
Do you remember the afterglow?
Butterflies can fly, green and thin, red and fat.
By your side, you are careful with your heart and your eyebrows.
In the sunset, it looks like the bud of a flower.
But he said: laurel is beautiful.
three
I won't run away and hide at your fingertips to sing.
The moonlight is ethereal, and the piano sounds low and high.
Feelings convey the tone of obsession and love.
Distant, ancient Silk Road, camel bells like pottery.
Slowly devouring the chisel in the deepest and most vulnerable place.
The night wind is rustling and winding on the eaves.
Detailed description one by one, from dripping to Qiantang chamber
That passion, inch by inch, touches enchanting.
four
Indulge in moonlight, every night.
On a quiet river, or on a mound or hill.
Shallow dimples are full of my fantasies.
I believe there will be no more waves at sea from now on.
The wind at night will not be cold, from now until the end of time.
That happy clock is ringing for us.
five
You often say that the night is cold and the moon hurts.
At this time, my eyes wandered in the distance.
Empty as a wilderness, among the cold stars, there is a breeze and a dance.
In Leng Bo, dreams are soaked in red makeup and wrinkled by clothes.
The river around me is still flowing.
How should it fold those numbers into your bag?
six
This river is not deep.
However, with some dusk.
Will appear, ups and downs, melancholy.
You can search, search for stars.
Can the river dilute its residual temperature when it falls?
Please don't look directly at it, its eyes, its soul.
Under the calm, it contains the dust of the years.
Don't want to be found, wet, rain and tears
Just think, embrace reflection, and flow through the whole process.
seven
Tears bloom in the parting flowers and float on the platform.
My heart is falling, falling into your ticket to find a home.
No sound, no tears, she is going to the south.
The whistle is hoarse and the dream has quietly evaporated.
Tears cut a crop, and then grow a crop, dripping.
Whisper in the palm of your hand, and then you will reach the end of the world.
Have you added a little Xia Hong flavor to your luggage?
The whistle was hoarse and the tracks contained her.
eight
I seem to have left something by the river.
Every full moon night, blindfolded.
Wandering between mounds and rivers.
Light the blue flame
Light up the years, but can't see the darkness of sunshine and moonlight.
The light in the palm of your hand, dotted with stars, shines less than five steps away.
The mountains and rivers outside the halo are all black and green.
Who plucked the strings of the guqin?
Wandering in the quiet night.
In the moonlight, outside the starlight, only human voices are seen, but no one is seen.
What is modern poetry appreciation 4 makes me so excited,
What makes me cry is that,
It's you, the fighting spirit is shown again,
It was you who won again in the most difficult adversity.
Once, the sleeping lion was gently awakened.
Once, the dream of spring soared for many years.
At one time, the spirit of a whole generation was infused with vitality.
Once, the glory of an era was shaped by hard sweat.
With the changes of the times,
You've been depressed,
At the crossroads of life,
In the painful abyss of failure, I am anxious and confused.
Failure, pain,
Fail again and recharge.
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon,
Like a reborn phoenix,
You've been through too much pain,
Your burden is too heavy.
Now, you have rushed to the edge of the cliff.
The hope of victory is like a rescue.
You never give up,
The more you resist, the braver you are.
Won the gold medal at the last minute,
Success in front of the most powerful opponent.
I'm glad I won,
If you fail, don't be discouraged.
As long as you try,
No matter when and where, we will always support you.
Appreciation of Modern Poetry 5 Don't be a stranger in the world,
The most sentimental freehand brushwork.
I can't forget the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Remember the most prosperous volume,
It must be Tang poetry,
In the flowers,
The most gorgeous is peony,
Take the lead in smelling everywhere.
I used to like Tang poetry,
So, I also have Chang 'an complex-
Chang' an, Chang' an, the middle of the world, long-term stability,
My heart is walking.
I am not a scholar or a poet-
Living in a high temple, worrying about its people,
Living outside the temple, worried about its king.
Tonight, the moonlight is harmonious, and the flowers are bright.
The ancient road is blurred and no longer takes place.
Although I am a passer-by, I have a dream of Datang.
If you dream about the past,
When you go to Taiwan Province, you must sing-
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
Will Teng Wang Geyan, see-
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
I sighed and asked Wang Zian: "The clouds and shadows are lingering, and the stars change in a few years." . Where is the emperor in the cabinet today?
Who wants a thousand dollars a word? It turns out that the Yangtze River flows freely outside the threshold. (Wang Bo)
I tried to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry.
It's going to snow in Taihang Mountain.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lazily lean against the stream.
If you are a dream, what is the geometry of happiness?
You must drink wine, but it is difficult to go without a knife.
Dancing in dresses and feathers,
Sing in a falling tone.
Grandpa Gao, take off your boots. (Li Bai)
Lingyuan Xianyu, sigh only sigh.
You don't know-
Keywords thatched door, pine path, loneliness, tranquility,
Where a hermit lives and moves, he never needs a companion. (Wang Wei)
Who is the man in Yumenguan?
Listen often,
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen;
The most unforgettable thing,
Wine luminous cup;
Put it on the plug,
Only then did I know that there is no reason for westerners to go out of Yangguan;
No, just remember, just understand-
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Who would ask,
Strong women in business do not know the hatred of national subjugation;
What can I do if I am worried about my country?
Shili Qinhuai Bank,
Singing backyard flowers on the other side of the river.
After three months of fighting,
Lonely birds sang their sorrows.
How much sadness can you have?
Like a river flowing eastward.
I drifted thousands of miles,
I'm worried about the moon,
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
The most expensive thing is,
A letter from home is worth a ton of gold;
The softest thing is,
The tramp is wearing thick clothes.
Spring and autumn overlap,
Who's under the green light of the hut-
Splash ink 3 thousand,
Draw rivers and Wan Li;
Write hard,
Books have a long history.
After the fright, the flowers bloomed,
Once you have seen all the Chang 'an flowers.
The faint scent made me fall asleep-
Chang 'an in the dream,
See you in the street,
The sea of people is sparse,
Mottled walls, still moonlight,
Moonlight grows, grows, grows to hometown.
The piano cried, cried and cried.
Mulberry trees are green, year after year,
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,
As a stranger in a foreign land,
I just hope,
The moon, now round at sea,
At this time of the end of the world * * *.
Appreciation of modern poetry 6 slender palms
Draw forgetfulness on the glass in autumn
You are still in the corner of my desk.
I like the fragrance of tea that won't float away.
The cold wall is still painted.
Your favorite color.
I don't want to tear down this portrait.
Your letter and umbrella
Be swallowed up in the long rainy night
What I once wanted
Later in the future.
You sit behind my bike.
You said, lakes and mountains.
Even the ethereal spirit of Sanqing is beautiful.
But you disappeared immediately.
It is a lie without words.
Migratory birds fly in the center of the river.
Took away the dignity of leaving sadness
At that time, I wanted to guard.
Your palm is very strong.
Drink the withered vines in front of my eyes.
Finally, it can coagulate fat
It has also become a rugged thin stone.
Separated my dream of broken bridge
Leave only a tear.
Semi-arc quaternary
May you exist.
It's the stunning beauty of the goddess.
Looking forward to your departure.
Don't rain like Mao Mao.
I also carefully folded it and saved it.
The wasteland of memory
Won't let your existence
The whirling of dark clouds like the wind.
Appreciation of modern poetry. Look at that.
Those colorful flowers.
tail wind
Lost in the air
Dancing in the air
It seems that there is only a rush to the blue sky.
I don't care.
You see
A hurried pedestrian on the road
Seems to be catching up with the trend of the times.
Just for dreams
Run, chase ...
friend
Can you put your feet forward
Take a smaller one.
appreciate
Beautiful scenery in the journey of life
You can put the tight heartstrings
Just relax。
To understand
A little happiness in life
However, the reality is impetuous.
Has ignited your desire
light
No one can stop it.
Your hurried steps
Maybe only in old age
Turn around suddenly
But found that
The youth I worked hard for.
Always in the wind.
Gone with the wind …
Appreciation of modern poetry. Open your eyes in a daze,
There is mist in the sky,
The rain is dripping,
Knocking on the window lattice.
Yesterday was like midsummer,
Today is like late autumn,
I can't feel the residual temperature of the sun.
Get up lazily,
Drag it to the balcony,
Cold air,
Instantly make the skin nervous,
Pores are shrinking one by one.
Looking up at the unknown distance,
Dark gray tone,
Many floors have also become a bit gloomy.
Suddenly I remembered that summer,
It's also such a rainy day,
Standing alone on the top floor of the school,
Large watercolor pen,
Mixed with blue and ochre water vapor,
Browse the drawing paper,
Take your time,
A little dizzy, flowing,
And thick, insoluble,
Girls' feelings,
Ignorant attachment.
I always feel that in this weather,
Suitable for rummaging through the past,
Piece by piece, piece by piece,
Those who stand in memories,
Still the same as before,
Wrinkles without time,
There is no residue of red dust,
There is only the aftertaste of youth.
Occasionally passing cars,
Stay in the past,
Hand brushed his face gently,
Fanghua remains the same,
Everything is safe!
Appreciation of modern poetry 9 meanness is the passport of the despicable, nobility is the epitaph of the noble,
Look, in the gilded sky, there is a distorted reflection of the dead.
The ice age has passed, why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered. Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world with only paper, rope and figure.
So that the voice of the sentenced person can be heard before the trial.
To tell you the truth, I don't believe in this world! Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue, I don't believe the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false, and I don't believe that there is no retribution for death.
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks, let all the bitter water pour into my heart.
If the land is destined to rise, let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
A new turning point and sparkling stars filled the open sky.
That's a hieroglyph of 5,000 years, and that's the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
Modern poetry appreciation 10 finally stood out from March, not without flowers, but with fruit.
Whether it is peach blossom or pear blossom, there are some thoughts condensed into blessings.
Look, green, furry, fairy-like children.
Squeeze around, talking and laughing.
Only my mother refused to rest, and the leaves were all sunshine, racing against time.
On tiptoe, the story is a little shy. the wind was blowing from the south.
The smell of warm grass. The water waves are reflected, and the willows are beautiful.
Yours, mine, unwilling to be lonely, write and draw.
The most beautiful heart, clear, looking forward and looking back.
Smoke from the kitchen lifted the awning, and his eyes were deep blue.
Become a butterfly and fly on the sea.
Shocked, contemplative, and unpredictable scenes.
Time has become eternity, and every minute is engraved in my mind.
A heart the size of a needle tip can't hold a fragmented plot.
Just pick up some laughter and hidden things.
I couldn't stand the haze, drove away the depression, and cracked my mouth and smiled.