Poetry about hope

1, the hope of tomorrow

The darkness of the night has gradually arrived? Street lamp? Shining soft light? I'm walking down the street? A breeze blew on my face.

Light and breeze float into my mind? Boredom on a summer night? Instantly, quietly dispersed ...?

Stop? I look up at the stars? That moment? Ideas? Instantly bypass the brain? Tomorrow. Tomorrow? When tomorrow's morning light dispels the darkness

When hope rises with the morning sun. Has everything in nature been revived? Still looking forward to the day after tomorrow? New hopes keep emerging. .....

The dawn of a new era? Is it so clever? Gorgeous dreams and new hopes blend? Impressed me? Hope for tomorrow

Will it become a reality in hard work and struggle? A new tomorrow constantly carries new hopes. ...

2. Hope of Spring

Long Yin's melodious melody inspired spring? The sunshine in spring reflects the color of willow trees.

The earthworm stretched himself and took a breath of fresh air.

Fish jumped out of the water? Bathed in the spring sunshine.

Goose wings, singing all the way? Have a bird's eye view of the scenery ahead.

Men are planning a year's livelihood? Imagine the future glory.

The girls are wearing gorgeous spring clothes? Dating a lover who likes to play

Children are tired of the dry winter? Claiming to release the dream of spring.

Old people sit in the alley holding each other's hands? Anti-palace horse goes to the general's office

The dispute of blushing and thick neck in the past? Copy here again? There is a spring breeze blowing head on.

Look! She also hooked up with Chunyu? Rub the crown of the tree to say goodbye.

Spring. Spring? You bring infinite hope to the world.

3. Dancing South China

Wake up from the fragrance of the south? Open your eyes as dark as the night sky? Looking up and spying is changing rapidly? Things turn to the stars.

Is there a cloud in the sky? Watch the sunrise and sunset from the mountains? The fragrance folded in the wind falls into the earth and the world of mortals.

Whose gaunt face has time carved? Whose cocoon palm is stained with time? Whose lush years have the white camel gone?

The restless river is unwilling to enter the sea after a calm? The towering peaks are unwilling to enter the queen's silence.

High-spirited carp don't want to jump out the door? Shang dynasty wind, Tang dynasty rain and drizzle

Leaf lining flower, night lining flower, full moon? Young people live in the past, and so do the dead? Gently fold a sleeve, fragrant and full of thoughts.

Step on dead branches and hurt old memories? Just a moment, a flash in the pan? Sleeping in the fragrance of the south.

Close your eyes as dark as the night sky? Looking down at your eyebrows and dreaming is changing rapidly? Things turn to the stars.

4. "Old dreams"

How dreamy is my home? Diva blue wall? How many strokes on the table? Prosperous three thousand if brocade? Am I doing this for you? Write a picture of Dan Qing? The green mountains stretch for miles.

Letter pen outline? Just a little quiet. That stream gurgled into the harp? * * * Bridge length? Entanglement and delay in complaining about family? The stream gurgled into the harp.

* * * Bridge length? Entanglement and delay in complaining about family? Is it raining in Mao Mao in that town? Narrow streets? Mottled old times? How dreamy is my home? Instantaneous surprise

This is an old scene that has been dusty for a long time? Prosperous three thousand if brocade? I only do this for you? Write a picture of Dan Qing.

5. Waiting and expectation of autumn leaves

Autumn is getting deeper? Trembling? Yellow leaves? Clean up? Half a year's experience pieced together? Debris and debris

Memories like dreams? The green spring and the red summer? What about autumn in Huang Chengcheng? Scared leaves

Worm-eaten leaves? Are all painful experiences? Now I have no nostalgia.

Wait? The coming of winter cold? A snow? Colour everything white.

Coverage? Under the snow? Wait or expect? Spring? This will be a new integrity.

6.the sea

Life is like going to sea? The helm can only be yourself? This second

Will the fresh sea breeze still brush your face? Swing your skirt.

What about the next second? Storm? Lightning and thunder? Might push you into unknown waters.

Is this a long voyage? And every strong captain? Will eventually conquer this ocean.

Find your own harbor? People are changeable? Life is also changeable.

Do you like this sea? Have we seen the morning light? I also saw Xia Guang laying the floor.

We deeply appreciate the warmth of life? Never afraid of its ferocious and terrible.

Life is like the sea? Don't want to get results? But it has its ups and downs.

Extended data

Poetry (literary genre)

A literary genre that expresses the author's rich emotions in highly concise language, reflects social life and has a certain rhythm and rhythm.

Poetry is a lyrical literary genre. "Shi Mao-Preface" records: "Poets have aspirations. Have ambition in your heart and speak like a poem. " Yan Yu's Poems on Canglang in the Southern Song Dynasty said that "poets chant temperament". There is only one art expressed in words: poetry.

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