Old Poetry:
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Author: Li Shangyin Era: Tang Genre: Qilu Category: Girlfriend
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet Difficult, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Modern poetry:
Wake up from the shock of the spring thunder
Put your head out and hug the sweet new leaves
Biting hard one after another
Working diligently to fill the stomach that has been suffering for the whole winter
I am like a newly awakened spring silkworm
Busy in the literary forum late at night
devouring each article greedily
working hard to enrich my pale life
Spring silkworms slowly turn mulberry leaves
Beautiful silk
I also slowly condensed what I learned
into graceful poetry
This process is very happy
This process is very difficult
But as long as you survive the struggle of the pupa
There is hope that you can realize your dream of flying