The essay has 20 lines, and each sentence is relatively short.

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Summer sunshine man 1

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In the text, I found you quietly.

I always feel that you are virtuous and full of aura

I write my feelings and thoughts in poetry.

You look for it, I love you.

A spring rain, a miss.

Are you looking forward to it in the distance?

Quiet path, I am looking for your figure.

The dream is vaguely your wordless words.

I stayed in Shan Ye in the south of the Yangtze River.

Spring is a song and green leaves are like love.

The fragrant soil permeates the azaleas.

I'll give you the flowers when you come.

I will rearrange the words for you.

Pass on the poems you are used to.

I love your humorous gray harmony.

I also love your sadness and lingering feelings.

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Selected 20 Short Sentences of Modern Poetry

Murong Stream in Xiangxi, Qi Li longs for the waves flowing to the ocean, but longs to return to land. I waved goodbye so easily in front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night. When the breeze blows, they become a garden full of fragrance. A generation of Gu Cheng Night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light. Why can I lock the pen, but I can't lock the love and sadness in my long life? Happiness always fades at first sight, and the most urgent thing is the most beautiful time. When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I am here. My mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. I am here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness was a low grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am here in the mainland, I am there, and I am very sad. Xi Murong will never see you again in his life just to. Goodbye is not what you think. What you have never reappeared is just some vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon, realized in the fleeting rain. Xi Murong, if rain remains after rain and sorrow remains after sorrow, please let me face this parting calmly and continue to smile and look for an impossible. You remember the candlelight of the North Island blowing on every face without leaving a trace, tapping the piano hanging on the white wall. It sounds as if the masthead lamp reflected in the water is whispering in my transparent sadness, and the North Island is full of you in my transparent sadness, as if the green night fog is wrapped in lonely young trees. You tore up the fog and sucked it gently between cold fingers like sucking milk into thin clothes, so you blew out a golden moon and Ran Ran rose. Light up the road, expecting that there are no long stone steps leading to the loneliest place in the North Island, no people of different times walking on the same whip, no domesticated deer crossing the wilderness of dreams, and no expectation mistakes. Zheng Chouyu, I hit the south of the Yangtze River and walked through the scenery in the season, such as lotus flowers. The catkins in March don't fly. Your heart is like a lonely little city, just like the streets of bluestone are silent at night. In March, the spring curtain does not show the heart. It is a small window sash, which covers my horseshoe tightly. This is a beautiful mistake. I'm not a returnee, I'm just a passer-by ... Bian, you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. A Grain of Sand william blake/william blake See a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour. 1。 The wind doesn't blow over the slope, but the spring buds whip. It's wet wind. If you fall from your shoulders, the whole leaf will fall. How similar is it to my trip? I thought the wind would send me to a high place and let me sleep like my mother. Actually, I'm just a part of the wind. If the wind doesn't blow over the slope, will I age more slowly? Forty kilometers away, I wrote down the hay in October, and the violent cough of the dead river mother was about to overflow. 10 In October, some people who traveled long distances in dry caves came back. I am writing a letter to my mother as my last words. Not all rivers in Xinjiang are covered with sediment, such as Xinjiang. It moves slowly like an old man. There is pus in the mouth. It is as old and lonely as a 4 abandoned by the crowd. The man who buried the horse put down his body for a while. Please keep this sign. He has been looking for a piece of land all spring. He buried the sky in the pit, buried the grassland of100000 square kilometers in the pit, and dug up the ground to keep warm. What covered his chest? Disappear "I have nowhere to go" and "Me too" The evening was sticky and wet, and the rain kept drifting down the steps and sinking into the river. "Let's go where the river disappears." Let's loosen our clenched hands. 15 meter deep darkness is wider than the sky, like my little arm. Where does the light from the sight come from? Describe Linfeng Village with carbon black-a mound with sunflowers and people lying down. The gathering night by the river extends eastward for seven miles from the mound to Zheng Fang Town. Xinzhou is still far away, but we still have to take an overnight boat. The light comes so suddenly and so sadly. I know that there will be such times in people's lives, but it comes early.

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About 20 lines of children's poems

"If I were a snowflake" Jin Bo If I were a snowflake, where would I fall? Drift into the river, turn into a drop of water, and play with small fish and shrimp? Float to the square, make a snowman and smile at you? Kiss her and melt happily. ..... "Dad's Snoring" is like a small train on the mountain. It reminds me of the beautiful forest. Dad's snoring is always intermittent, which makes me worry that the train will derail. Huh? Dad's snoring has stopped. Has the train come yet? For mice, I like you-a pair of smart eyes and pink ears. Although I love doing bad things, I still like you. If I come to your kingdom, I will definitely ask you to wash your face, wash your hands, take a bath and brush your teeth. I also want to teach you to do things yourself, don't do things secretly. I also want to introduce you to a friend-his name is cat. Actually, I am a cloud. I want to tell you this when I am flying freely in the sky. Actually, I am a butterfly. When I was flying at the tip of a flower, I saw many insects. I want to tell you this. In fact, I am a yellow leaf. I want to tell you this when I fell from the tree and dyed the earth golden. "By train" My father took me by train. When the train started, things outside the window moved. The mountains began to retreat, and the trees and houses began to retreat ... Wow! Everything is going backwards. It's strange and fast. We didn't have to walk, so we arrived in Taipei at once. Aunt Qiu reminds us of a bumper harvest. I haven't met Aunt Qiu, but I guess her face is red, round and fat. However, I think Aunt Qiu is a painter. When Aunt Qiu came, she painted the fruit trees and crops golden red. Aunt Qiu is very busy-she fills all the laundry baskets and sacks with particles and heavy fruits. She pouted and said, "Kuang Luo is too young to hold them!" ! Aunt Qiu, she is so nice. She sent us a cool breeze, and let the little brothers and grandmothers who looked after the yard in the village hold a cattail leaf fan in their hands and put it away. Aunt Qiu came to step on the dew-covered frost flowers and quietly left. She left us another joy of harvest. Girbau Stan (USA) I made a net to catch the moon, and I'm going out hunting tonight. I want to fly and throw it into the sky. I must trap the huge moon. The next day, if there is no moon in the sky, you can think like this: I have caught my prey and put it in a net to catch the moon. If the moon is still on, look down and you will see clearly that I am swinging freely in the sky, but the prey in the net is a star. Moliis Karim (1899- 1978), a Belgian poet. He published more than 50 poems in his life and won many literary awards. 1972 was awarded the title of "Patriarch of Poetry" in Paris. His main works are Mother (1935), Magic Lamp (1947), The Most Lovely Man (1967) and so on. I Learn to Write When I learned to write Little Sheep, suddenly, trees, houses, fences and everything I saw with my eyes bent like wool. When I picked up a pen and wrote "River" in my little exercise book, a splash splashed in front of my eyes and a palace rose from the bottom of the water. When my pen finished writing "grass", I saw busy bees and two butterflies dancing among the flowers. I could swing them into the net. If I write My Father, I want to sing and dance a few times at once. I am the tallest and in the best health, and I can do everything well. "My Kite" takes me, my kite, take me to the blue sky quickly! I want to fly in the sky, I want to fly in the sky, I want to fly like a bird, across the sea, across the ocean. Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! See how great the world in the sky is, and see how good children around the world are. I want to hold hands with them and laugh with them. Take me, my kite, and fly me to the blue sky quickly! Kindness, if there is only one apple, is not enough for everyone. If there is only one apple tree, the branches hanging apples will not exceed one garden. However, if a person shares his inner beauty with everyone, there will be bright light everywhere, just like the sweet fruit hanging on the head of the "mother" in the orchard. I must say it and tell you how much you appreciate me. You have given me so many trees I like, so many birds I like, so many stars with open petals, so many words to write poems and songs, so many hearts open to me, so many girls with sweet voices, so many friendly hands to hold, and this naive heart-it has no desire for life, only hopes for a gust of wind. Luyuan (middle): Introduction to the new poetry library. When I was a child, I couldn't read. My mother was a library. I read my mother-one day, the world is peaceful: people can fly ... wheat grows out of snow ... money is useless ... gold is used to make bricks for houses, banknotes are used to paste paper owls, and silver coins are used to float the water line ... I want to be a wandering teenager, traveling to the fairy tale kingdom with gold-plated apples, silver-haired candles and flamingos flying from Egypt. Jimmy (middle): Comic writer in Taiwan Province Province. The poems he wrote for comics are very interesting. "Role swap" is right, role swap. Today you are the father and I am the baby. You pushed me into the park, and I bit my nipple and looked innocent. I'm crying, you're shouting. Passers-by are still admiring your cuteness and condemning my absurdity. They forgot our agreement. Today I am a baby and you are the father. "Snail" Yang told me to walk with my little house on my back. I climbed trees with my little house on my back. I traveled with my little house on my back, visited everywhere and visited the sun kissing flowers and plants. I want to ask him: why doesn't he look at our wet and dirty place? Milne (1882- 1956) is a famous British playwright, novelist, fairy tale writer and children's poet. Graduated from Cambridge University, England. The main fairy tale in my life is the bear. Pu (1926), general education hut (1928), etc. Children's poetry anthology When We Were Very Young (1924), We Are Six Years Old (1927) and so on. Light comedy "Mr. Pim has passed" and "Michael and Mary"; Children's drama "Illusion". In addition, there are detective novels such as The Secret of the Red House. "Window" Milne, my two raindrops are waiting on the glass. I'm waiting to see which one of them won the game. Two raindrops, two names, one is John and the other is James. James started first, and my heart hoped it would lose. Why is John still waiting? My heart wants it to win. James ran so slowly that John seemed to stop him. John finally started to run, and James's speed increased again. John rushed down the window and ran away, and James slowed down again. James, it touched a little dust, followed by John. Can John make it? James can block the way for ashes. ) John caught up at once. (James is talking to a fly. ) John has arrived, first place! Look, the sun is shining on the window! There is a robin jumping. Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump. Anyway, I'm going to tell it: don't jump when you walk. It says it can't stop jumping. If it stops jumping, it can't go anywhere. Lovely Robin, then you can't go anywhere. . . . . . So it always jumps, jumps, jumps, jumps, jumps, jumps, jumps, jumps. I am an armored knight. I fastened my armor tightly. Then I looked around. I like to rush to help my comrades. I like to go to the devil's lair to rescue my comrades. This requires a fierce struggle with the devil. Sometimes at the beginning of a battle, I worry that maybe the devil will win. . . . . . However, I don't think I can fail. After all, they are demons, and I am an armored knight. No one knows the wind on the mountain. No one can tell me where the wind comes from and where it is going. It comes from somewhere, and with its fastest speed, I can't keep it, even if I run hard, I can't keep up with it! If I let go of the rope tied to the kite, the kite will float with the wind for a day and a night. I will look for a kite and see which hillside it stops on; I know that's where the wind once left. So I can tell you where the wind has been. But where the wind came from, no one can tell. . . . . . "I like you, Fox" Author: Gao Hongbo You are a little fox, smart and calculating, what a lovely idea to cheat meat from crows! Serve you right! Crows like singing, croaking and bragging! Besides, he stole the meat, so you can eat it with him. Maybe you will become beautiful after eating this meat! The tail swept the green grass like a red flame wind. I like you, fox. Your cunning is very witty, and your deception is very interesting. No matter what adults say, I like you. "Almost" Author: He usually has a saying: "Almost, it doesn't matter ..." He eats and likes to leave the bottom of the bowl. Grandma said that he loves to take a reason: "Almost, it doesn't matter …" He is often late for school and always chases the teacher into the classroom: "Almost, it doesn't matter …". He came to the automatic restaurant and wanted to eat "rabbit meat", but it said "no meat". As a result, the robot sent a meal and told him to eat vegetarian food. Almost, never mind! He came to the construction site with drawings and wrote 1.5m as 15m. Hey! As a result, the window next to the stair door was built from the first floor to the sixth floor; Almost, never mind! He flew to a planet for investigation and should leave there on time by spaceship. As a result, he was still late, and the spaceship left him alone ... Almost, never mind! Perhaps, this story is not accurate enough, ah, I hope it is not true. "After Rain" Author: The treetops with green ice hearts are shining with golden light, and the square has become an ocean! A group of barefoot children are as happy as immortals in the water. I stepped on the water hard, and the splash was high. He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!" He just ran away! He patted his wet mud trousers and said, "Shit-shit!" But his red, beaming face exudes excitement and pride. My little sister pursed two short pigtails and followed her muddy trousers closely. She bit her lip and carried her skirt, running gently and carefully, but she hoped that she would have such a good autumn! 1June 23, 959

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Poems with more than five words and 20 lines

1. Song of Eternal Sorrow Bai Juyi, an emperor of China, longed for beauty enough to shake the whole empire. He reigned for many years and searched everywhere, but found nothing. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace. It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride. On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing. He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person. The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family. When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes. Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shocked the whole earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feathers. The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate. People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird. The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves. The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital. Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *. The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration. People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere. Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a narrative about the magical island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness. There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers. So he came to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell the perfect person. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy. She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose. A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers. But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan. But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy. However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together. She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

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Poetry about "Laughter" (20 lines)

The memory of reunion laughter is textual research. Life wouldn't be so sweet if it wasn't on and off. Reminds me of your smile, longing for the moonlight, and the soft footsteps on my roof, which makes me speechless for a long time. I am in your distance, brewing a cup of reunion wine, waiting for a seedling to grow into a dense tree, sheltering our friendship from the wind and rain. We didn't miss the lush flowers in June. We didn't miss a turning distance. On a summer night by the sea, the breeze brought laughter and gulped it down.

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20 lines of patriotic poetry, right away

Motherland, you have gone through 60 years of storms. Today is your birthday, and your children bless you. Sixty years ago, when you were reborn from the war, your children cheered for you. Sixty years later, you shine again, and your children are proud of you. Sixty years ago, your children were called "the sick man of East Asia" and were bullied. Sixty years later, the Olympic flame is lit over the Bird's Nest, higher, faster and stronger, which is no longer a dream. I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then I will get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland.

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