In the heavenly palace of Mount Li,
There is no wind that caresses the face,
There is no hazy moon,
There are no reeds swaying slowly by the river.
Meng yi,
You go to war with a mission,
When I left,
You say,
Live,
This is my mission.
I don't know if you are alive or dead,
I don't want to trace your whereabouts,
I'm waiting for you to keep your promise,
Come back to me.
I will definitely wait for you to come back.
Time ticks,
Tick tock,
It's a little cold in the heavenly palace.
It's nothing,
Vague.
One day,
A man walked into the heavenly palace,
Like a butterfly,
Fly,
Fly,
Fell on a leaf next to the house,
Light but can attract attention.
I touched his face,
My heart is shaking,
That's you,
Meng Yi!
Meng Yi, I am your Yushu!
I finally waited for you,
My plain tulle skirt is for you,
My heart only waits for your return,
I accomplished my mission,
You kept your promise,
Finally back in your arms,
A thousand years of waiting,
I believe you will come back,
Come back and keep your promise.
however
You say,
You're not Meng Yi,
You said he died in battle,
My heart is shaking,
You,
Isn't it Meng Yi?
I won't believe it,
He said,
He'll come back for me!
I'll wait for him,
Even if buried here for a long time.
My beloved Meng Yi,
This is the clank of iron, and he has fought many battles in the yellow sand.
It's freezing, risking your life to protect him.
He was loyal to his liver, righteousness and bravery, and loyal to him to the death.
I'm not afraid to wait. I'm afraid I can't wait for him.
Millennium,
I just want to hear you say that,
"Yu Shu, I'm coming."
Myth of the Seven Wonders
Laughing at the cold wall of the heavenly palace,
Looking forward to being crazy about you for a thousand years,
I've never been in Meng Yi in my life,
Better be a cloud, wait for lang.
Myth Modern Poetry 2 When it began to spread the fire of human civilization,
People in China like to dream. Draw a sky in a dream
It created a myth.
Eager to fly, eager to run to the moon
Eager to reach the height of birds and clouds
China people's dreams are often associated with myths.
Imagine the appearance and charm of a thousand kinds of moons.
We hold high the palm of our country.
Turn the created Chang 'e into a legend.
The legendary Guanghan Palace is full of jade rabbits.
Osmanthus fragrans WU GANG's axe fell to the ground.
It is poetic in myth.
Many years later.
We miss this woman named Chang 'e more.
Afraid of her homesickness and loneliness.
So I drew a lamp in my dream, a poem in the lamp.
Reopen the myth of the new century. Shenzhou Tian Fei
Fly hard, fly upward, and shorten infinitely.
The distance between heaven and earth
Shenzhou. A magical ship, like the incarnation of a dragon.
Shenzhou. A ship full of national dreams, myths and happiness.
Chang 'e, who cried with joy, stretched out her sleeves and held a lamp, which was charming and moving.
A bright moon Ran Ran lies on the other side of the Chinese nation.
You have the last contact.
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We proudly announce to the world that the people of China have stood up.
63 years later, I stand at a new peak.
We are full of confidence and sing to the sky.
"The great Chinese nation! She is in the myth
Fly slowly ... "
Myth Modern Poetry 3 My words are myths and legends.
Sad words are flowers that have not withered in previous lives.
Take it with you wherever you go and never give up.
Confused. In a well, the soul roams in Yuan Ye.
The walker has no regrets, and leaves a blank space to plant flowers and grass for his children.
And the story behind him is still circulating in the light and shadow.
Perhaps a certain period of time has become a classic of eternal legends.
Travel far. Leaving only shadows, empty dreams, and no repeated flute sounds.
The road is the direction of the wind, the emotion and the concern of the soul.
The code words you didn't say, hidden in the water, have become the flower paths spread out for me in the next life.
Looking forward to the moonlight hut, imagine a tree and a chair in front of the door.
Sitting quietly under the moon with you, you ask me
Can you really see the flames and flowers in heaven?
I said, this is a mirage that I dreamed of building.
Poetry inspiration is as fragile as September and fleeting.
The bitter poet is still suffering and healing with words.
Don't care too much about past gains and losses, especially fame and fortune are the thinnest.
The water overflowed in the autumn night with you, and the road I took was also water.
Days are as thin as cicadas. It's sweet to come back and resign.
I counted the warehouses in the quiet night and thanked the watchers in the summer grass.
Sunshine and water are still around, just like poetry in the palm of your hand.
Heaven and earth, Fiona Fang, the grass in poetry, the memory that hits the heart and bones still exists.
Walking in a hurry, like a shadow, in the light of the night.
In fact, we are on the road every day, even if there is wind, snow, singing and sound.
At the end of the road, you and I look pale again and again.
The silence of the past, your tenderness, eventually became a memory of injury.
Count carefully. The attachment embedded in bone marrow in this life is the pain point in the north.
Myth Modern Poetry 4 has a folk myth that has been passed down through the ages.
Tells a sad love story
The distance from heaven to the earth
It is often the generation gap that makes a beautiful marriage.
The night is so deep.
The moon is so pure and complete.
Love is like the distance between pieces of paper.
But it seems so far away and out of reach.
Myths that have been passed down through the ages may not be so romantic.
Even if it's destiny takes a hand.
This life is just a stranger.
Thousands of reincarnation.
Beauty is only a moment.
Get together once a year
A thousand words are hidden in my heart
Cann't say it
Can only silently look at each other.
Don't think silence is golden.
Look back and regret.
Myth is myth.
I'm not your weaver girl.
How can you be my cowboy?
Don't expect the so-called magpie bridge to meet.
What left me was a meaningless struggle.
Tears immediately cut my face.
Heart, broken in Tanabata.
Beauty doesn't matter.
Myth Modern Poetry 5 "is a metaphor for a condensed myth.
Myth is an exaggerated metaphor. "
Mythical metaphor is a cognitive tool for human beings.
Mythical thinking is metaphorical thinking.
Mythical thinking is full of poetic wisdom.
The concrete "existence" as a carrier
Metaphor pointing to the invisible
Human cognitive process
It is human nature to pursue the ultimate meaning.
There is another layer between "reality" and cognitive subject.
People can't grasp the essence of ontology at once.
There is only a glimpse of the relationship between "reality"
If we borrow metaphors,
Perspective on the similarity of "reality"
Use what is known to refer to the unknown.
Activate psychological association
You can get closer to the truth
Lay a solid foundation for East Tea Qiu Hao.
Mythical metaphor allows human beings to travel through time and space.
Allow human beings to surpass themselves.
Beyond ready-made experience and practice
Mythical thinking has tenacious vitality.
Thanks for its image and emotion.
Symbolism and sensibility