Number Poetry
Published on: 2006-10-26
Numbers from one to ten are boring if you look at them simply, but if you use them skillfully , carry out artistic processing, embed poetry, and have exquisite structure, which can make the poetry form strange, read catchy, interesting, and have a unique style. For example, the poems describing the rural scene and changes in the countryside since the reform and opening up include:
One: One trip of two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers.
Second: One year yields two years' worth of grain, and three families have more than four. Within five or sixty-seven miles, there are eighty or ninety tall buildings.
Another example is that before liberation, an evening newspaper in Chongqing City, Sichuan Province published a poem describing the hungry and cold life of middle school teachers: "A suit of cheap cloth, two sleeves of chalk dust, not enough to eat three meals a day, frowning all the time, Get up at five o'clock, you will be asked to play in the sixth hall, you will go to all directions for seven days and a week, you will not be paid for nine days, and all ten families will have no food.
One to ten, you can use it freely in the above poems. It makes people applaud.
Zhuo Wenjun replied to Sima Xiangru's poem:
After a farewell, the two places missed each other. They only talked about March and April, but who knew that in five or six years, the lyre There is no intention to play, the eight-line script cannot be passed down, the nine-link chain is broken in the middle, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is endless. I have hundreds of thoughts and thousands of thoughts, and I have no choice but to complain.
There are thousands of words and endless words, all kinds of boredom, ten leaning on the railing, heavy. Climb high to see the solitary wild geese. In August, the Mid-Autumn Moon is full but not round. In July and a half, I burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilly. In May, the pomegranate flowers are as red as fire. I encounter bursts of cold rain watering the flowers. Four seasons The loquats in the moon are not yet yellow, but I want to look in the mirror and my mind is confused, and I am in a hurry. In March, the peach blossoms float with the water, and in February, the kite string is broken. Oh, Lang, Lang, I wish that you would be a girl and I would be a boy in the next life. .
Two or three miles away,
There are four or five houses in Yancun.
There are six or seven pavilions,
Eighty or ninety branches. Flower
Digital Poetry:
Midnight
A Dream
Two Loves in Love
Three Lives Destiny
Caring about each other all the time
How can five words be enough to fall in love
It is difficult to play a lovesickness song on a six-stringed qin
Qixi Magpie Bridge Weaver Girl Association Cowherd
The full moon of August Mid-Autumn Festival is hard for you and me
When will the tears dry up after the nine meanders of sorrow
The long pavilion of ten miles long can only see the wild geese
>I was so bored that I went to the West Garden to take a piece of fragrance
Thousands of mountains blocked me from dreaming and I only had tears and candles to accompany me
It was so helpless that I couldn’t describe the loneliness and coldness in my heart
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Billions of stars shine in the sky but cannot illuminate my heart