What should I choose when reading poetry?

A bell ringing in the rain

Clear colors of fluorescent lamps

Painting screen is an isolated guest, and people are separated.

Han Yi went to the news agency. Spring breeze and laughter flew to the next room.

The internet knows it's a dream, so how can it be difficult to give up?

The more you look inside, the more joys and sorrows you have, one by one, floating with your eyes.

If it's hard to find bosom friends

So what, I'm the only one left

When will the sky disappear?

Take a picture of Zhang Yueliang, don't worry.

Don't dream of the breeze, laugh! There is no reason to be moved in two places.

Unspoken words:

In front of the lonely lamp, I can think occasionally.

Touch the fish

The east wind blows green several times, and the people in the small building lean on it.

West Window Dream on Valentine's Day, a few Lin Chun birds.

Hurt Qian Qiao!

Paper cranes, thousands of them haven't arrived.

It's too early to sigh for Chunhua.

Miss the earth, countless green and red, the sunset is getting old.

In Yaotai, the first month was full of flowers and laughter.

How many clouds are there?

Heng E wants to see clearly, * * * I take photos.

Hugh said!

I still remember that love words are as small as flies.

It's hard to separate.

I don't know, when the moon came, did you take it to fight vanilla last night?

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the bridge met the running water. How can the poor flying mirror relax?

Yin Feng Tianya

spirit

Yaochizui

Ignore romance.

Lunar Palace

Chuangguiying

Lv Qing

Qingfeng

Shuangshi gongzi

Yu' an has a gentle tour of a foreign land.

Sweet sixteen-year-old girl

Caressing the Zheng, covering Mrs. Xiang with a tired curtain

Duiyi

Rain, overflow, and whisper

no

Mei shiyu

Slender West Lake

A windy night

Meteors swept across the horizon.

Look up and pray.

I bow my head and feel homesick.

Man Jiang Hong

Reflections on reading history

Let me suffer, China.

Fengyun diving, Ge Yan Zhao Ke

Too one falls, the city fox society rat, the door is silent.

The big man's lead knife is fast.

This lonely city is still full of passion.

Cover it up,

When the spring rain comes,

Worry about nothing.

The Chu River is muddy,

Qu,

Chiyang monster,

Scholars are confused.

Look at Wan Li,

The fog is silent.

Why does a tired guest dream?

Pride is left behind but the feeling of green is easy.

Fold a flower,

After the rain, the flowers were not sold.

It smells delicious.