Introduction to poetry:
Poetry comes from life. Poetry is the flash of the sea of life. If we separate poetry from life, we can't understand the essence of poetry. Many poems have emerged in ancient and modern China and abroad.
The scope of poetry is all life and nature; The poet looks at everything in the world, and his views are as varied as those of thinkers. Where there is life, there is poetry singing. The field of poetry is as vast as life.
One hundred years later:
A hundred years later, the towering green hills/our graves have been leveled by the breeze/we have melted into the loess bones/nourished the vegetation to grow again//A hundred years later, under the blue sky/the life we once praised/the career we pursued all our lives/planted on paper, supporting the ideals of future generations//In a brand-new world.
Poverty, discrimination, ignorance and ignorance still sink to the ground/in the light of day and night, this is our pity/all the sadness, hatred and confusion are blended//The mountains and rivers still stand tall/boundless joy, flowing in the blood of the nation/We are in the box of history, silently/staring at future generations and heading for a wider distance.
Changsha Qinyuanchun:
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? Took a hundred couples on a trip.
Recalling the past, the years are thick. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!
Gold:
Li Shangyin, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Shuxiang:
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister in a pine forest near the Silk City? The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves. The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.