Poetry city haunts modern poetry 1 Your poetry city, I am here.
Click a drop of ink,
In this poetic town,
Your dripping will be lingering coquettish,
Like the tidal bore of a big river,
On the growing flame in the kiln,
Pour in the glaze painting.
Lend me his other half,
I will sing a song on the head of the Yangtze River.
If this song doesn't stop, it will lead to separation.
The sudden misty rain is a customer of heaven,
He doesn't want to be separated from the drunken weeds in Taibai Building.
But every stroke of mine wrote down his past life.
Have you ever listened carefully to the anvil rhyme that has not stopped by the river?
Every time Dada's hoof falls away from Hua Song,
Passing glory, rest and silence, which city,
From the fragrant smell of gilded gold and colorful flowers?
You mentioned silence,
It plays delicately in my ears like a sonnet.
Who hasn't read his poem yet?
Then please take out a piece of the past from the moss halo on the ancient slate.
Or close your eyes and smell it gently,
This must be the smell of alcohol,
Only this drunken poem can write a few lines,
Once I started writing, I wrote half of Datang.
Don't say that the Millennium is hard to find.
Except for the absurdity on paper, it's just empty talk.
I think there are a lot of talents in Poetry City today.
Poetry is very clever.
Sure enough, some romantic characters,
Look at this!
Modern poetry with lingering poetic charm
Poetry city aftertaste modern poetry 2 Your poetry city, here I am.
I came from Saibei like a passer-by.
Muse's gentle poems are like the wind.
With the fragrance of autumn water, your poetry city, here I am-
I don't want to be too close to you, I'm afraid.
A drop of dew can't stand the temptation.
If charm overflows like snow,
Even if you are sad, you can tell it sadly.
Your city has a poetic heart facing north.
The branches listened to the wild songs of the snow wolf.
Stepping over the quarrying rock, holding Putang's "Four Musts".
Brilliant, tracing back to the moss-like dream of Hengshan site
Zeng Geometry gave me a pack of life.
Since 2 1 1, don't ask the dynasty.
A saddle fell and became a famous mountain, eventually becoming
I admire the name of a city.
Here, I am like a bully, holding down my concubine.
A sword of lightning shattered the myth of Jiangdong.
Danger! Tonight, I put so many thoughts in the lonely emptiness.
Let the story no longer live up to the dream of drifting away.
I am also a coquettish poet.
Holding a filariasis, imitating Li Bai drinking alone under the moon.
Fill all the artistic conception of the poetry city, ups and downs.
If the smoke in my hometown is curling up, write down an earth-shattering legend between heaven and earth.