The beauty and remoteness of poetry cannot be replaced by any literary form, and its birth has found an invisible outlet for human emotions. People express their feelings by writing poems, and people who read poems also find their feelings through poems.
Poetry is the movement of human soul, and he created the beat of other music with plain words. Poetry is the sublimation of human language. She uses her own beauty, like a song, to whitewash the glory of the world. He used his sharpness to denounce the injustice of the world, and she used that kind of sadness to describe people's helplessness, so poetry has his different personality. Therefore, poetry is the highest perfection of human literature.
Poetry expresses our joys and sorrows to the fullest, and there are no more bloated words, but concise clues are given. Poetry is the peak of our feelings, and words come from the spirit. When the spirit is deeply felt, it will produce beautiful poems.
Poetry is praised by the world for its lingering sadness, but it seems to be the exclusive product of love. Whenever it comes to love, take out poetry to render it. In fact, love is just a theme of poetry. She is the most beautiful and sad element in poetry, and her existence has won the ignorance of most people. For centuries, Li Houzhu's "Bodhisattva Heart" has been praised by people. Don't you know that Young Beauty is not a masterpiece of thinking about love, but a representation of homesickness?
But the combination of love and the poet's understanding of the times is also a good combination of our poetry. The great Dante interprets his love supremacy as a guiding light in his poems, and organically combines love and ideals through this description, which makes us admire this great poet more and more.
The history of poetry is sad and melancholy. It is precisely because of this emotion that many of our poets have written so many well-known epics. But their poems were written with their feelings, their hearts and their blood. We can imagine their feelings and feelings at that time. Ruthless without poetry, this is the true meaning of poetry.
Sorrow and sadness made our great poets die early, such as Dante, Byron, Wang Bo, Li Yu and so on. Beauty and early death are so real here.
May sadness and sorrow no longer be the theme of poetry, and beauty will be with us. Beauty no longer dies young.
It's sunny and the sun is out. Darkness will come again, because without darkness, there will be no sunshine.
No, don't be cold and gray.
In the twilight rain, I crossed the breeze, thinking that the rain stopped here, the water flowed, how many flowers didn't come, how many flowers fell, when my heart hurt, when autumn left, and we parted. I have had a rejuvenation pillow since autumn, complaining about the endless hardships of life, talking about the night breeze, leaving my feelings with a smile, loving shallow swimming, breaking the water and saying goodbye to tears, endless, the road is long and Xiu Yuan, and it is difficult to separate the lights.
A dream of a young man, a few people drink again, the wind passes by, the bridge of flowing water, and the cool wind is drunk. After a while, I laughed in a string, my voice slowed down and my tears slowed down. When I took a step, I smiled. No, don't do it again. When you finish, I smile. When I wipe my face, I miss your tears and your pillow. There are traces on my needle, flowing water and bright and beautiful.
There is no crossing in a trance, and six books are solid. I feel cold when I meet the bridge of mountains and rivers and bid farewell to vicissitudes of life. There is a breeze at the door, and my heart is marked by drops. I have more thoughts, more or less tears, and I am proud when I walk through the world of mortals. No one laughed, and when the wind blew, human feelings were left out. I knitted this bridge in cold and warm, and I will never see it again in my next life. I will never leave in this life. I will go to Lacrimosa to wash away today's lovesickness. On the bridge,
Lonely crying, heartbroken, longing for the new year, how many balconies come and go, I don't know how many flowers bloom and fall, people walk north and south, the world is United, how many flowers are left, how many thoughts are left, when life passes, people miss each other, feel sad and have no words, miss and hate to sing, the song ends, and I don't know how much love there is in the rain.
It is also a plum blossom. The world is fragrant and fragrant, and the tree is connected with the heart, and the window is attached to the heart. The fragrance is full of flowers, and the thoughts are fragrant and bitter, and the tenderness is deeper and deeper, and the sorrow is flowing. Wandering for a hundred years, living in a drunken dream, reading a book, rejuvenating in MengMeng, every other year, parting marks, guilty and haggard, thinking too far, people's hearts are easy to cool, people's hearts are easy to cool.
The wind falls in the west wind and the sea, and people get drunk in the South Tower. I don't know when to face each other, look in the mirror, read in the middle of the month and disperse easily. When people wait for two lines of tears in spring, when the geometry is accurate, they only look at the year of YeHua for one second, looking deep, thinking shallow and turning into hatred, a drop of floor is full of shadows, complaining, flowing strings, romantic moon, bright, warm, charming wind and drinking, crossing silently, without edges and changes.
People think, Ma Nanfei, about sorrow and tears, flying the moon several times to cut off the stars, saying no complaints, reading well, how many times to cross, brilliant scenery, a section of the West Lake, slowly crossing the river and lake, rushing in the mirror, warming up the wrong words step by step, two hearts full of tears, sticky fingers for a moment, a screen, a book.
Teenagers painting Du Lingyun, a pair of cinnabar scenery, thinking of cold and warm, ice cold, thinking of thousands of nights, flowers changing, Shu Nanqiao smiling, more human moment, how many raindrops are re-selected, inappropriate, drinking Dongfeng less crying, leaving the other shore, wick warm, cold, bitter across the heart, slightly shabby.
I'm afraid of being lost in the eyes of the world, laughing at cinnabar writing, the dust guest of the world, coming to an ordinary dream, reading and thinking, the extraordinary tears of the world, crossing the red dust and rain, how many stamens have said, how many stamens have missed appointments, forgotten their lives, missed their dreams once, hated impermanence, and didn't complain at night, worried about the purple snails in the sunset for a while, and looked around for how many, and for a while.
The passenger ship has no dreams, but there is a breeze, and the night rain is falling, which is tasteless and bitter. Love makes the sun set, and the sword refers to the wild. Who can accept all hardships, lost his nest, infatuated with tears, bid farewell to the starry sky, washed away the prosperity, drunk cinnabar, shed tears in the heart of the wall, slightly drunk, full of flowers and moon paintings, missed for a long time, and frozen.
Cuiye climbed the stairs and felt sad in the rain, but she was too proud. She said she was a successful step in life. If she didn't cross, she would laugh at Acacia and accept Acacia. Acacia is silent and difficult to pick up. She didn't complain at night. How many winds blow the rain and snow at night, and she takes acacia away from drunken tears. So far, she is enjoying the cool air, far away from the front line, and the smoke is flying violently, roaming around a table. People in China mourned and wept, and walked and meditated.
Very sincere. Miss a glass of wine, love and hate separate, shed tears deeply, miss getting drunk and wait for a hate. Don't ask, Xu Wenwen smiled in tears, laughing away Dansha's dream, dust guest, bid farewell to the dream, how many tears I shed, playing the flute under the moon, drinking in the breeze, remembering my thoughts of each other, reading the sunset, and proudly laughing at the world of mortals.
You broke up with me, and God cried for me for several nights.
As I wish, get your approval and stay with you. After a few days of beauty, I broke up. You want to be free, I don't insist. Let go, let you go, don't look back, because I am behind you and can't bear to let you go. Am I really not good enough? You wanted to escape from the beginning. Why, I love you so much, so true, finally?
On April 20th, the sky was gloomy and my heart died. It's a pity that the only lamp lit by love in my heart braved the smoke and was doused by tears. It's raining. It's time to relax. Sparse raindrops fell on my face and wet my photo frame and clothes.
Your heart is so cold, the rain is so cold, pouring on your face, and the ice is on your heart. God cried for me for several nights. My heart has long been unconscious. The wind and rain messed up my memory and disturbed my thoughts. The dust in my chest has been washed away, but I can't wash away my love for you. The temperature in my chest is flickering, cold is rain, heat is tears, and cold and hot alternate, which makes me too late to resist. The rain, the bigger it is, wets my whole body and breaks my true feelings for you. The rest is crazy, which makes me even more unforgettable. I don't want to, really, bury your past and dare not think about it. Even the courage to recall is not strong. In strong feelings, there will be a time limit. I'm used to it. I've long ignored it.
It doesn't matter. Can you do it? I can't.
I thought of the ending from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to come in such a hurry.
Friends, start with strangers and end with ┅.
There is a kind of love that can only be left naked.
Mei is depressed these two days, which is a kind of hurt depression. I asked her yesterday why she didn't say anything, but she probably can't hold back today. I finally poured out on the phone for a while, and it turned out that it was because of the ambiguous relationship with M's classmate husband. Some time ago, I saw that she was permeated with the sweetness of love. Although she struggled, she showed a happy smile. Only a few days later, things suddenly changed. ...
May said she was really simple. Because she still believes in fairy tales of love, she thought that he really loved himself and excited himself for quite a long time. It was not until yesterday that she happened to pass by the door of a hotel and saw that he was so close to a very ordinary woman that she suddenly realized that he was just an emotional liar and felt cheated. The bitter moment spread all over her body, and she was extremely depressed all night, not only for herself, but also for her classmate M. Until today, her mood is still very bad. She called him a liar and a playboy on Q and told him never to call him again. Ironically, since he called to explain that the woman was his sister, he didn't have this sister at all, so he hung up the phone and pulled his Q into the blacklist. When Mei said this, she seemed very happy and annoying. I almost heard the sound of grinding my teeth. I can. Alas, a sigh ...
Love, what is love? After years of polishing, may you still believe in love? What about me? Seems to believe, but not as naive as her. My love is like silent stagnant water, quietly placed in my heart, I don't want to touch it, nor do I want to stir up a ripple. ...
Because someone once said that a life that doesn't believe in love, yearns for love and doesn't expect love is a body without soul. I don't want to go, and I don't want to live without a soul, so I hope ...
Man is a strange animal. He always wants to have love as his companion in the journey of life. what is love ? How many people can understand?
Love is a wonderful flower, how can it bloom at will?
People never know how far their left atrium and right atrium are, and which side do they love to live in?
When love is hurt, not only the heart will spasm, but also the whole body blood vessels will tremble. ...
Love is a disease that everyone wants to get. There is no prescription in the market, because it is a disease that only the heart can cure.
Love is poison, drug addiction, easy to attack, insomnia, irritability, depression, loneliness, sleepless nights, like losing my soul, I don't know where I am.
People who have a good harvest can't feel the happiness of life without love. Love is a trace element in the body. Without it, life is boring, limbs are dry and feelings are lonely. Love is also a kind of strength in some cases. It supports the enthusiasm and yearning for life, and it is also an energy that no unit can measure. It can make people flourish, but also make people haggard. It is flower of life, beautiful and magical, like the moon and water, like a breeze.
what is love ? Q 1000 people have 1000 answers. Love is probably heard too much, but you are missing it. Like ghost stories, you have all heard them, but you don't know who has seen them.
The most pitiful thing about a person is not that he has never been loved or loved others, but that he cannot love and does not understand love. Shallow love is the memory of wrinkles, and wise love is the memory of blood. Love is in your heart, in your mouth and in details, but more importantly, you should take' love' as a verb. Love is not the burden of loneliness, not the precipitation of loneliness, it is the accumulation of life, the halo of years, illuminating life. ...
True love is very tired, often accompanied by helpless heartache, endless disappointment, lonely waiting, desperate thoughts. I love you not because I am lonely, but because I love you ... Love is lonely and sad.
what is love ? Love is fate, love is touching, love is habit, love is tolerance, love is sacrifice, love is understanding, love is a lifelong commitment, love is sometimes a compromise, and love will be humble to the extreme and bloom in the dust. ...
Love, simple to the extreme, is the dedication of a heart. In the eyes of poets, love is lonely, painful, moving and beautiful. ...
I seldom see love in my life. The love I can feel in my memory is two dancing butterflies. ...
You and I will eventually become each other's passers-by
But I can't deceive myself, because I know I can't forget you.
At this moment, I miss our past. Someone, I really miss you.
Without separation, we can still laugh together and laugh together.
If there is no separation, your laughter will accompany me and I will not be lonely.
If it hadn't been for that separation, you wouldn't have left me today.
If it weren't for the separation, I wouldn't live alone.
I know, those can never go back. Only memories.
However, who knows how painful this memory is for me?
All vows are lies. In fact, nothing
Those who never leave, those who swear to be together for life, are just smoke clouds.
You are cruel. If you can't do it, why say yes? Go away.
In the end, I'm still me and I'm still lonely, Shu Fan. Finally, we became passers-by to each other.
Is it really the most beautiful?
On a cold night, I leaned against the window pavilion alone. In my head-up view, lakes and mountains are fixed as winter water. When I go to Qiu Lai in winter, the moon is full and the flowers are zero, and history falls like snowflakes ...
How did I choose this life, staring in the dark like a cat. What am I looking for? Accustomed to writing some words in the dark, my thoughts will ring with the night sky without hindrance. The tapping of the keyboard records the places full of laughter in life, and also records the places where true love floats in dreams!
Between the brakes, my eyes filled with tears; At this moment, I just want to shed tears and release them, but they just stay in my eyes and solidify.
There is a sudden pain in my heart, a tingling pain of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss. When everything is far away, when everything is clear, my thoughts are scattered here tonight. ...
There is a kind of paleness in my heart, as pale as lost love ... after silence, it is the voice of heartbreak, and what is hidden is the crisp and sad pain. Worried and dry in the wind, with sadness, I want to leave quietly, but I don't want to leave. Is it hard to find a dream?
What has never been forgotten may be simply unwilling to forget, so it will be remembered again and again and recalled again. The ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, ups and downs, ebb and flow, which time is left to you and me to dominate? Is there a paragraph that you and I dream of? In the face of the gathering and dispersion of life, only emptiness left a cavity of helplessness, turned into melancholy, and was sad alone in the lonely midnight. Ask yourself, which stories are memorable times? What are the talents that I should cherish in my heart for a long time?
Many times, I always feel that the past is so beautiful; I remember someone said, "When you can't help crying, please open your eyes and look up, and you will see the whole process of the world from clear to fuzzy." The heart becomes clear at the moment when the tears drop.
In the final analysis, so attached to the past, is it caused by the pain of parting, or the entanglement of happy moments; I, have been unable to find this answer, maybe both, or just a deep regret in my heart! Some people say that what they can't get is often the best!
Once the most beautiful; Yes, once, it was really the most beautiful. At least I can't find the most beautiful feeling after you left me. I am waiting, waiting for the appearance of that person; Perhaps, my indifference will hurt that person deeply; Because you are my world of mortals; I, on the other hand, became that man's world of mortals robbery.
Once the most beautiful happy moment, in the wind tonight, once again wandering in the sad space! Because I gave you the most beautiful moment. ...
Was it once the most beautiful? Is it really the most beautiful? I don't know, who can tell me …