In our daily study, work and life, we all know some classic poems. The language of poetry is concise, rich in meaning and characterized by conciseness and leap. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following are my beautiful poems for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.
Looking for beautiful poems 1,
I want to ask,
Whether the wind is listening,
The sadness of the night.
I tried to change,
The unchanging reflection in the river,
But in vain,
Just like our love.
Before you leave,
You know, the pain is coming.
I walked forward step by step in my dream,
Looking for your figure,
I can't see clearly in the hazy rain.
The stars are accompanied by moonlight,
Walking in the center of a rainy night.
I listen at night,
Ding Ling is holding rustling leaves.
Who else would believe,
That agreement,
I look for the forest.
Where there are fireflies,
I hope to save time.
Unfortunately,
Tears have been,
Form ice.
Aestheticism Poetry 2 In the early morning, the birds awakened their dreams.
You can't go back to the familiar old place.
Follow the way you came,
Still the same as when I was young.
Goodbye, poet
Tears moistened my eyes drop by drop.
Go home ... Go home. ...
Singing familiar songs,
Heaven is the hometown of poetry.
There is too much sadness in the world,
This is just a small chapter in the poem.
Those notes about youth in memory,
Revisiting the vicissitudes of time.
Heart rain ticks, ticks, ticks,
The next one won't stop
The messenger of youth
Soul consultant
Happiness experts
You have been to the country of poetry,
But I forgot to make a mark of common sense.
Park the sailboat full of youth in the safe haven on the other side.
You are a poet.
Hmm?
A poet who breaks away from low taste and pure taste,
More like a kind and nagging old man.
A person who inherits the connotation of a poet.
You are not a poet.
Huh?
At least not a poet in the strict sense,
More like a businessman who imitates piracy.
A person who subverts the image of a poet
Actually, you're a dancer.
Maybe he can't dance at all.
Youth makes you full of energy.
Enthusiasm makes you surrounded by countless flowers and applause.
Love gives you more love and respect.
Dance in the spotlight.
If your lines are magic.
I hope to plant a lotus,
Open in Jiangnan, where it twists and turns.
Flowers ... wither ...
I want to knead it into a cloud,
Through the boundless sky
Spread ... scattered ...
I hope to hatch a swan goose,
Flying in the vast blue ocean.
Go back ... leave. ...
All this is just hope,
But not a bubble.
Goodbye! Dancer!
Heaven is never short of poets,
You are an elf who dances with poetry.
Grab a poem
Be a rogue who dances poetry.
Aestheticism Poetry 3 The wind blew all day, but it snowed all night.
It's cold in winter, another night.
Difficult to sleep, confused thinking.
Dreams and the status quo are inseparable.
Whose face ages easily?
Joan Chen
In my hurry, I tripped over my foot.
I didn't expect the solstice of winter to come, and I was long and vicissitudes.
Hold your head, wrinkles are deep.
Looking out the window alone.
The sky is boundless
I think infinitely in my heart.
Aesthetical poem 4 "covet"
Want to have a pair of artistic hands
Smile and be gentle
When wandering there
Enjoy your company.
Waiting for the morning sun to rise.
Watching the sunset leave.
Xia Guang, wrapped in soft grass, peeked at the shadow of the moon.
The people crossing the stream are busy twittering.
Give full play to the extreme of form
A puppet who wants to be rich materially.
Singing in the voice of fame and fortune
Quietly erase the ivory tower from the dream.
Walk and watch along the way.
At the same time, the moment the light meets.
I went to seek the help of the road chair again.
Sitting quietly where I don't know what it is,
Taste the laughter.
In the hutong of thought
It doesn't matter what you say.
I just long for a pair of artistic hands.
To comfort thousands of days and nights waiting.
After all, I believe that happiness will come.
horse
People who live on the grassland.
Will not understand my dream,
After all, every day is the same.
A man born by the sea.
Don't think about it
The vastness of the sea
After all, everything is used to it.
I want to praise a horse.
The freedom and boldness of Mercedes-Benz.
I will mistake him for thousands of miles away.
I think I can have a fight with him
When he closed his eyes,
Tears told him that he was just a horse.
Wild horses tamed by the secular world
Master's life of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea
Everything is vivid.
He is nothing but a loyal and honest horse.
An old horse with blood and tears.
When youth is gone,
He has become a puppet of survival.
The world laughs at youth.
And he yearned for it many times in his dreams.
Later, he was used to being trampled on since he was a child.
I have been leisurely at the peak and evening of strangers.
Walk the last leg
Aestheticism 5 is the continuation of my life.
Sunshine fades away from youth.
Vitality began yesterday.
The next step is to ponder life.
Tomorrow is full of girls' laughter.
The moon gives me tenderness.
I gave it to youth.
Youth uses tenderness as a gift.
Give it to that girl.
Water breeds the purity of girls.
I'm still running next.
Although tired.
Although bitter.
Although it's boring.
But isn't all this for firmness?
The glass is broken.
Heartbroken more thoroughly.
Glass carries the temperature of youth.
I had to kneel down.
Lift the spilled baby
Seize youth
Because once youth is shattered,
Life will be a bird with broken wings.
Never fly again
Seize youth
Because once youth disappears,
Life is like a wasteland.
Snow and ice cover all year round
Or sunlight, such as rain or shadow, blocks the sun.
I have been dancing solo for a long time.
Am I dreaming?
Surrounded by messy cups and plates, the sound of waves and laughter are staggered.
Can't escape this wide skirt.
Fleas sing and die in hiding.
The soul is locked in a box.
The key is still wandering in space.
So I raised my arms.
Thought the cloud would degenerate into a ladder to heaven.
This kind of atmosphere should be ravaged by heart.
This silent climate.
Full of innocence and longing
Straighten the delayed thoughts, beside the young cave.
Pull a damn prayer flag.
Wandering in the dark clouds
For centuries, the surface of glaciers has dried up.
The goddess of Dunhuang still hasn't dried her tears.
The seeds of temptation give birth to the direction of delicate hands.
The road follows the sun.
The desert is unfolding, that passionate leaf.
Never tell the lost autumn again.
Aestheticism Poetry 6 Warm Sun Still Loves the South.
Put aside the season
Weird and grandiose
Love is on the water side.
Strong warmth, the wind will not blow away.
The dazzling sun is aggressive.
Love the four seasons
Not enough.
Accompany all the year round
I can't get rid of the feeling
admire
Mei Niang in the north
Stare anxiously until your eyes are tired.
Simple and clean appearance
Not as good as yiren water town
Empty and passionate feelings
The fire crackled.
If love is burning
Jiaozi chug jump
It seems that the heart is manic.
There is also a spirit like fire.
One person drinks 3 thousand
The end of winter on the solstice
Thousands of miles of frozen northern Xinjiang
I hope not.
Love's care
be infatuated with
Still in the southern water town
Aestheticism Poetry 7 After the Mid-Autumn Festival, autumn colors are more intense.
The rice in the field rushed to the threshing floor and the rice stubble was fresh.
The sky is high and the clouds are light.
Wild thatch looked up.
Only lazy cattle and sheep
Lying in the fat grass, sobbing.
Full of autumn tranquility
Leaves falling, guiding the fate in the distance.
I hope there is a leaf, stop for me.
I really want to ride home on fallen leaves.
I really want to fall into the sky and soil of my hometown.
This is my warm sunset bed.
Quiet like this, lose weight in autumn.
Out of the vast space, let go of my fantasy, my heart.
Stone is as deep as autumn, and the past and imagination are more than reality.
More realistically, life is like a trip.
I don't know where this train is going.
Love this autumn scenery more than good spring scenery.
I grew up in sadness and disability.
Dreams, youth and flowers are far away.
Life needs immersion, and I prefer sentimentality.
I accidentally thought of it when the temperature dropped.
That warm name, I firmly believe there is a distant place.
A string of greetings, straight to the atrium.
Aestheticism poetry 8 may be because
Cherish life
You just filled in your graduation wish.
I choose to save lives.
Maybe it's because
Cherish life
You just chose green barracks.
You stick to your choice.
Explain that youth has no regrets
You use your own rejuvenation hand
Build an indestructible line of defense for life
I seem to see it
Under the shadowless lamp
You waved a knife and pliers and eliminated the sink of life.
I think I heard it.
You guarded the soldiers for seven days and seven nights.
Find happiness and laughter again
When SARS was raging,
You are the first to rush forward.
Trying to cut off the talons with slender arms
When danger comes.
You are so carefree.
It seems that we are not facing a bloody war.
Because you love life.
There is no room for life to bear the burden.
Because you cherish life.
I don't hesitate to fight death with my life.
Damn SARS
Not because of your kindness.
Give up the invasion of you.
Finally,
Cherish your life
fail
Fell on the battlefield against SARS.
Even so,
You still put the hope of life
Give it to someone else
Even at the expense of his own life.
In exchange for another life.
You went.
Because you know the true meaning of life.
You went.
Because you value life more.
You use your life.
Aroused the vigilance of more people.
You let your life
Turned into a beautiful rainbow
You cherish life.
So you chose to save lives.
Because I cherish life.
You chose a military camp to defend your life.
Aestheticism Poetry 9 Dance without Wind
No clouds are floating.
As if the bright elves were playing.
Are they tears from heaven?
In the quiet white
There is a heartbeat that has been stung for a winter.
Who stood me up?
Standing on the frosty dusk ferry
Will speak vaguely
Stay on the frozen river bed
It's snowing now
Is your heart still cold?
There must be stars.
There must be a moon.
There are clouds reflecting the light.
With the sound of birds singing in spring
In the distance that we can't see.
How are you?
It is snowing now.
Plum blossoms are very beautiful.
Peach blossoms are about to bloom.
Beautiful Poem 10 Under the dim moonlight, the huge campus has lost its former hustle and bustle.
A little more calm.
Sitting on the cold playground
There is a look of hurry back everywhere.
And hugging each other and whispering.
Looking at the night sky that looks like the moon.
I think of you in a campus in the south.
If I sit in the corner of the campus with you,
Will I hold you in my arms?
Feel your body temperature and listen to each other's heartbeat.
Tonight is beautiful, in spring and winter.
The chill is transmitted to my heart through my body temperature.
Stimulate my sensitive nerves
I woke up suddenly and found that it was just a fantasy.
but
Looking forward to this day.
Use beautiful you to complete beautiful scenery.
I like them in the crowd and talk to each other.
Looking at the hazy moon, talking about a better tomorrow.
Inadvertently,
The crowd also began to gradually leave.
Looking at the misty moon hanging in the night sky, smile.
The beautiful and hazy moon shadow tonight
Beautiful scenery, hazy thoughts
Aestheticism 1 1 Forget a foggy spring, you are the other side I can't reach.
Peach blossoms in May fell with the drizzle and paved the ground for a while.
However, you raised your hand and folded the unknown blue and white flowers, chewing the years as pure and transparent as dry wine in your memory.
The light figure of the wind swept by obliquely, pressing down a lush tree.
I caught a glimpse of you in the corner of my eye, and since then, I have bound myself.
I thought I could fold the green light and write your poetic greasy spring powder.
But this is only fireworks in March, and we shouldn't sprinkle water in May.
You smile disgracefully, shallow but long, just like this colorful autumn, bit by bit, are intoxicating poems.
Destined for my stupidity and doomed for me,
Endless writing ...
A love that consumes everything, I can't persuade you to go home slowly.
Because your skirt horn is where I can't fly and fall.
Dead butterflies, even if they stop under delicate flowers, can only fold their wings and cocoon in their dreams. ...
But I don't want to ask Buddha to give me an afterlife that forgets you.
In that case, how can I find another chance to meet you? ...
The willow on the Su Causeway is very long, very long, just like I am looking for your eyes.
How much incense dust? Shade the lake.
I don't believe this foggy sky is the world of mortals when you leave.
Sunset grass, red all over the ground, wet clothes, wet rain, the twilight of Chu Qing, thin green, cold smoke, the lines of distant mountains are like your half-worried eyebrows, slender outline, like a newly polished jade mirror, reflecting my loneliness, and then gently crying.
Therefore, the sunshine in midsummer is thin.
Under the blue and white trees, I picked up the petals engraved with your smile and put them in half-warm wine.
The warbler sings birds, and the fragrance is hazy. I have a roll of bamboo stationery in my hand, and I have no intention of worrying about words, just waiting for you to appear.
There was no agreement, but you came.
Fragments of floral fragrance seeped into the sun, and you gently took a little and put it in my boiled wine.
There's no need to drink, I'm already drunk in your tea palm.
You tied a knot in my heart with sky-blue silk thread, and I forgot myself.
Where you are, it is my blue sky.
It turned out that the land I had longed for was too long. Actually, twice is enough.
Once, when you saw me,
Another time,
This is the millennium that I look forward to you. ...
Aestheticism Poetry 12 Somewhere in graduation photo Campus
So close but not so urgent.
Everyone should slowly forget.
Want to hug but miss the time.
Graduation photo is the door and window of heaven.
I see hope in my eyes.
You panic when you touch it in your hand.
The road lingers in my heart.
Who is who is the moon?
I want to bow my head, but it is a look back.
Fly all the way like a bird.
The echo of your smile is playing.
Graduation photo is waiting for the end of the world.
Birds migrated from the window.
The road is turning. It's a long way back.
Who is whose vision for the future?
I want to look up at the curtains.
Play a farewell like a play.
Honey, who's back?
Somewhere on the campus of graduation photo.
So close and in such a hurry
Everyone should remember silently.
Meeting again became a story.
Aestheticism Poetry 13 "Fire"
Poetry/wheat
Mother made a fire on the stove.
Father buys and sells in the market.
The son walked through the streets and alleys.
Not yet.
Buy roses
And get angry.
toy
Poetry/Dong Zhang
A rich woman
I am alone at home all the year round.
On this day
Don't accept a few roses
How boring
A friend comforted him and said
Think of your wife as a toy.
He said slowly
Such a toy
This is all the rest of my play.
I was just thinking.
Play some if you want.
fresh
Aestheticism Poetry 14 Rattan and Tree
A tree stands upright, a vine.
Stretch your flexible body and be intimate.
Just like that, wrapped tightly
Every inch of skin is so tight.
You can hear each other's heartbeats.
Where the wind passes, the branches and leaves rub against each other.
Is that a private conversation between a tree and a vine?
The leaves are green, so are the rattan leaves.
The leaves are yellow, so are the rattan leaves.
You added a ring, so did I.
Crawl around you.
This is a kind of telepathy, just like
Just like a couple, they support each other.
Be close and listen to each other's voices.
When the wind was crazy, I was involved with you.
You cover me when it rains suddenly.
That's it, till death do us part.
Let life touch each other for a lifetime.
Aestheticism 15 nest in the quilt to watch winter.
Fly freely for a whole century.
Those ice sculptures are frozen in the window.
Like old tears.
It has become the most beautiful scenery in winter.
No one has forgotten.
A silent whisper in the pine forest
Echoes in every corner of youth
Quiet enough to breathe.
A blooming bud
This is a dream in the middle of the night at the moment.
Although it's not true.
But it smells good.
In that winter,
Who will remember?
Life used to be full of energy.