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I found you in the words
You've always felt like you're a lady with a lot of soul
I put my love and thoughts in a poem
I love you when you're looking for something.
I love you when you come to me
A spring rain, a thought
Are you looking forward to it from afar
I am looking for you on a quiet road
Your words in my dreams
I live in the mountains of the south of the Yangtze River
The spring water is a song, and the green leaves seem to be like a love affair
The fragrance of the water is very sweet, but it's not the only thing that I love. p>
The fragrant soil permeates the azalea
I'll give you flowers when you come
I'll rearrange the words for you
Transmitting grinding your adapted poetic phrases
I love your humorous and witty grey harmonies
Also love your sad and lingering feelings
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Modern Poetry Selected Short Lines
Seven Miles of Fragrance Ximurong The streams are in a hurry to reach the sea, but the waves are eager to return to the land, and in front of the hedges of green trees and white flowers, we once waved goodbye so easily, but after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls are coming back night after night, and when the breeze passes through, it will be transformed into a full of fragrance, and the first generation of people, Gu Cheng, the night gives me black eyes, but I use them to look for light, and I will use them to find the best way for me to make the world a better place. Why can I lock up my pen? Why can't I lock up love and sorrow? In a long life, why do joys always fade at the first sight? The most beautiful moments are the ones that go the fastest. Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong When I was young, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was here, my mother was there, and when I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket, I was here and my bride was there, and then nostalgia was a short tomb, I was outside, my mother was inside, and now nostalgia is a short grave, my mother is inside. Now, nostalgia is a shallow strait with me here and the mainland there Lamentation Simurong, I will never see you again in this life, because what I see again is no longer you, and the you in my heart will never be seen again, and what will be seen again is only the vicissitudes of the sun, the moon and the years, and what will be seen again is the realization of rain, and Simurong, if it's still rain after the rain, and if it's still sorrow after the sorrow, please allow me to face the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting of the parting with a smile as we continue our search for a you who will not be there Memories of KITISHIMA Candlelight sways on every face, leaving no traces of the shadowed waves that strike the snow-white walls, and the lyre that hangs on the wall plays in the dark, as if it were a masthead reflecting in the water, and whispers, in my transparent sadness KITISHIMA In my transparent sadness, it is filled with you, as if a green night mist were wrapped around a lonely tree, and you tear the mist, piece by piece, and suck it gently between your icy fingers, as if you were sucking on the buttermilk of a thin coat, and you blow out a golden milk, and you blow out a golden milk. Then you blew a golden moon that rose and lit the way Expectation Bei Dao No long stone steps lead to the loneliest place No people of different times walk on the same whip No domesticated deer cross the wilderness of dreams No expectation Mistake Zheng Chouyu I walked through Jiangnan The faces that waited for the seasons were like the blossoming of a lotus flower The east wind doesn't come, and the willows don't fly in March Your heart is like a small lonely town Just like the stone streets at night The green stone streets are at night The sound of the footsteps does not sound, and the curtains of spring in March are not lifted Your heart is a small window that is tightly closed My horse's hooves are a beautiful mistake I'm not a returnee, I'm just a passer-by ...... The Broken Chapter Bian Zhilin You're standing on the bridge looking at the scenery, and the people who are looking at the scenery are looking at you from the upper floors. The bright moon decorates your window, you decorate other people's dreams. A Grain of Sand William Blake/William Blake. From a grain of sand you see a world, from a wild flower you see a paradise, in the palm of your hand is infinity, and eternity is dissolved in a single hour. 1. if the wind did not blow down the slope, the spring buds would whip, it would be a wet wind, and when it slipped from the shoulders, so would the whole leaf, and how much it resembled my journey, which I thought would carry me up to the heights, to the eaves, to the temples, to the motherly sleep, when in fact I was only a part of the wind, and if the wind had not blown down the slope, would I not have aged a little slower? 2. forty kilometers away, I write. In October, I write about the dead grass, the dead river, and how my mother's violent cough overflows in October, when the earth is dry and the caves are a little chilly, and the people who have traveled have returned, and I'm writing my mother a letter as a last word. 3. The Shin River, which isn't always muddy, like the Shin River. It lives slowly, like an old man. The pus from its mouth, it's so old and lonely, like an outcast from the crowd. 4. the man who buried the horse the man who buried the horse put his life on hold, please keep this mark, all spring long he searched for a piece of land, a piece of water, a piece of grass, a path to the sky, he buried the sky, he buried the 100,000 square kilometers of prairie, the man who buried the horse dug in to keep warm, what covered his chest. 5. disappeared. "I have nowhere to go" "Me too" The dusk is sticky and wet, the rain keeps falling, the steps down to the river "Let's go to the place where the river disappears" The clasped hands are loosened, the fifteen-meter-deep darkness is wider than the sky, like a small embrace in my arms. Where does the light come from? Where does the light come from? The village is blackened with charcoal-- a mound, a patch of sunflowers, a reclining man, and the night is thickening along the river, seven miles east of the mound to the small town of Jungbang. Xinzhou is still far away, but we still have to take a boat all night, and the light comes so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly, so suddenly. I would float down to the river, become a drop of water, and play with the fish and shrimp. Float to the square, build a snowman, and look at you with a smile? Kiss her and melt happily. ...... Daddy's Snoring is like a train on a hill, it reminds me of a beautiful forest. My dad's snoring, always intermittent, makes me worry that the train will derail. Huh? Daddy's snoring has stopped. Is the train at the station? "To the Mouse" I like you guys - with your smart eyes and pink ears. I like you even though you're bad. If I ever get to your kingdom, I'll make sure you wash your face, your hands, your bath and your teeth. I would also teach you to work for yourselves and not to be sneaky. I would also like to introduce you to a friend - his name is Cat. Actually I am ...... Actually I am a cloud, when I am floating freely in the sky, I want to tell you this. Actually I am a butterfly, when I am fluttering in the tip of a flower, I see a lot of insects, I want to tell you so. In fact, I am a yellow leaf, when I float down from the tree and color the earth in gold, I want to tell you so. My father took me on a train ride, and when the train started, things moved outside the window; the mountains started to go back, the trees went back, the house went back. ...... Wow! Everything was moving backward. It was so strange and fast, we didn't even have to walk, and we were in Taipei in a flash. We think of Auntie Qiu, we think of the harvest. I haven't seen Auntie Qiu, but I guess Auntie Qiu's face is red, round and chubby. I haven't seen Auntie Qiu, but I guess Auntie Qiu, she's a painter. When Auntie Qiu comes, she smears the fruit trees and crops with the golden and fiery red color. She filled all the baskets and sacks with full grains and heavy fruits, and the fruits were beeping and saying, "The baskets are too small. She sent us a cool breeze, which made the little brothers and grandmothers who looked after the village yard put away their fans one by one, and she came with dewdrops and stepped on the frost and left quietly, leaving us with the joy of another harvest. I've made a net to catch the moon, and I'm going to go out to hunt tonight. I'm going to run and throw it up into the sky, and I'm going to catch the big, bright moon. And the next day, if the moon is gone, you can think, "I've caught my prey, and I've put it in the moon net. And if the moon still shines, look down and you will see that I am swinging freely in the sky, and my prey in the net is a star. Maurice Kareem (1899-1978) was a Belgian poet. He published more than 50 books of poems and won many literary prizes, and was honored with the title of "Patriarch of Poetry" in Paris in 1972. His major works include The Mother (1935), The Lamp of God (1947), and The Loveliest Man (1967). When I learned to write "Little Sheep", all of a sudden, trees, houses, fences, everything I saw with my eyes, curled up like wool. When I take my pen and write "river" in my little exercise book, a splash of water rises before my eyes, and a palace rises from the bottom of the water. When I write "meadow," I see a bee busy among the flowers, and two butterflies fluttering about, and I can catch them all in a net with a wave of my hand. If I write "my father", I immediately want to sing and jump, I am the tallest and the best, I can do everything. "My Kite" Take me, my kite, take me to the sky! I'll fly in the sky, I'll hover in the sky, I'll fly like a bird, I'll fly across the sea, I'll fly across the ocean. Take me, my kite, take me to the sky! See how wonderful the world is in the sky, See how wonderful the children of the world are, I'll hold hands with them, I'll laugh with them. Take me, my kite, take me to the blue sky! If there were only one apple, it would fill everyone's basket. If there were but one apple tree, the branches would not cover the garden. But a man who gives to all the goodness of his heart, there will be bright light everywhere, like sweet fruit hanging in the orchard. I must speak out of the gratitude you've given me. You have given me so many trees that I love, you have given me so many birds that I love, you have given me so many stars that open their petals, you have given me so many words for poems and songs, you have given me so many hearts that open to me, you have given me so many maidens with sweet voices that sing, you have given me so many kind hands to clasp, and you have given me this child's heart - which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life, which wants nothing from life. - It wants nothing from life but a gust of wind to carry my ideal kite to the blue sky. Midorihara (center): see New Poetry Library for an introduction. When I was a child, I couldn't read, and my mother was the library. I read my mom- One day, the world was peaceful: people could fly ...... Wheat came out of the snow ...... Money was useless... ... gold for house bricks, bills for paper harriers, silver for watermarks ...... I'm going to be a wandering boy, with a gilded apple, a silver-haired candle, and a flamingo from Egypt, and travel the fairy-tale kingdom to propose to the princess of Candy City! ...... But mom said, "You have to work now." GUIMI (C): a Taiwanese comic strip author whose poems to accompany his comic strips are very amusing. Role Swap: Say yes to role swapping. Today you'll be the father and I'll be the baby. You pushed me into the park, and I bit my pacifier with an innocent face. I cried and cried, and you scolded me harshly. Passersby still marvel at your cuteness and condemn my absurdity. They forget our agreement. Today I'm the baby and you're the father. I walk with my little house, I climb trees with my little house, slowly, slowly, not in a hurry, not in a panic, I travel with my little house, I visit the sun that kisses the flowers and the grass, and I'm going to ask him: why doesn't he shine on our wet and dirty hell? Milne (1882-1956) was a famous English playwright, novelist, fairy tale writer and children's poet. He graduated from Cambridge University. The main fairy tales in his life are "Winnie the Pooh. Bodhi" (1926), "Bodhi's Corner Hut" (1928), etc.; children's poems "When we were very small" (1924), "We are already 6 years old" (1927), etc.. Light comedies Mr. Pym Goes Over, Michael and Mary; children's play Falsehood. There are also detective novels, such as The Secret of the Red House. Before the Window Milne My two little raindrops, waiting above the glass. I'm waiting to see which of them will win the race. The two raindrops had two names, one was John and the other was James. James started first, and in my heart I hope he loses. Why is John waiting? My heart wants him to win. James was running slow, John looked like he was blocking. John finally gets going, James picks up the pace. John's going down the window in a puff of smoke, James is losing speed again. James it's touching dust, John's in hot pursuit. Can John catch up? (James can't get in the way of the ash.) John's got it in a flash. (JAMES TALKING TO THE FLIES.) There's John, number one! Look, the sun is shining in the window! A robin went hopping, hopping, hopping, hopping, hopping. I'll tell him anyway: don't hop so much on the road. He says he can't stop hopping, and if he does, he won't get anywhere. Lovely robin, it's going nowhere. 。。。。。。 That's why he walks, always hopping, hopping, hopping, hopping, hopping, hopping. The Knight in Iron Armor I am a knight in iron armor, and I fasten my armor tightly, and then I look around me, and I, who love nothing more than to charge to the aid of my comrades, love nothing more than to rescue my comrades than to rescue them from the devil's lair, and this entails a terrible fight with the devils, and sometimes, as soon as the battle has begun, I fear that perhaps the devils may be victorious 。。。。。。. But I thought I mustn't lose, for they were devils and I was a knight in shining armor The Wind on the Hill No one knows, no one can tell me, where the wind comes from, where the wind goes. It comes from somewhere, as fast as it can, and I can't keep it, I can't run fast enough to catch up with it! If I let go of the string that holds the kite in my hand, the kite will float with the wind for a day and a night, I don't know. I'll look for the kite, and see what hill it has landed on; I know that's where the wind has left its footsteps. So I can tell you where the wind has been. But where the wind comes from, no one can tell. 。。。。。。 I Like You, Fox by Gao Hongbo You're a little fox, clever and calculating, and it's a lovely idea to cheat meat from the crows' mouths! What a lovely idea! Serves him right. The crow loves to sing and boasts about himself! Besides, he stole the meat. You can have it or he can have it. Maybe you'll be beautiful if you eat this meat! The tail is like a red fire, and the wind sweeps through the green grass. I like you, fox, your cunning is wit, your deception is fun. No matter what the grown-ups say, I like you. He has a saying: "It's okay to be so close. ......" He loves to eat, and when Grandma says he's not going to eat, she says: "It's okay to be so close. ......" He goes to school, and he's always late. ......" He goes to school, often late, always chasing the teacher into the classroom: "Just a little bit, it's okay ......" Going to the park, gathering in the car, he rushes to go to the park only when the car starts. He was always late for school, always chasing the teacher into the classroom: "Just a little bit, it doesn't matter ......" He went to the park, gathered in the car, and rushed to the car when it started: "Just a little bit, it doesn't matter ......" Ah, in the blink of an eye he grew up and finally became an engineer. He came to the automated restaurant, wanted to eat "rabbit meat", but wrote "free meat" miles, the robot ended up bringing the meal, so he ate a vegetarian meal; just a little bit, it does not matter! He went to the construction site with the drawings and wrote 1.5 meters instead of 15 meters! And the windows next to the door of the building went from the first floor to the sixth floor; it's almost there, it doesn't matter! He's flying to a planet, and he's supposed to leave there on time in his spaceship. But he was still late, and the ship left him alone ...... It's almost okay! Maybe this story is not accurate enough. Ah, I hope it's not true. After the Rain By Bing Xin The green treetops glistened with gold, and the square became an ocean! In the water, a group of barefooted children are as happy as fairies. The little brother stepped hard on the water, splashing it up. He shouted, "Sis, watch out, it's slippery!" And with that he slipped and slid! He slapped his muddy, waterlogged pants and said, "Oops... Oops!" But his red, happy face was beaming with excitement and pride. The little sister, with her short pigtails, followed the muddy pants, biting her lip and lifting her skirt, running gently and carefully, wishing that she too would have a good fall! June 23, 1959
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Poetry with more than 5 words and more than 20 lines
1. The Song of Everlasting Hatred Bai Juyi The Emperor of the Han Dynasty thought of the country, and he was unable to find it for many years. A daughter of the Yang family is growing up, but no one knows her. She was born to be beautiful, and once she was chosen to be the king's companion. With a smile, a hundred winks, the six palaces have no color. I was given a bath in the Huaqing Pond in the spring cold, and the warm water washed away the gelatinous fat. The attendant picked her up and made her feel weak, but it was the first time she received a new favor. The clouds and temples of the flowers and faces of the gold shaking steps, Hibiscus tent warm spring night. The spring night is short and the sun rises high, from now on, the king does not go to court in the morning. The king has not been in the morning since then. There is no time to enjoy the banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring tour. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, three thousand favorites in one. The golden house is made up to serve the night, and the jade palace is drunken and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all listed in the earth, poor colorful birth portal. The world's parents are so happy that they don't give birth to a boy or a girl. The Lixi Palace is high up in the green clouds, and the immortal music is heard everywhere. Slowly singing and dancing, the king is not enough to see. The drums and drums of fishing and sunshine move the ground, breaking the neon dress and feathered clothes song. Smoke and dust are rising from the nine city queues, and thousands of riders are traveling in the southwest. Cuihua shakes and stops, more than a hundred miles west of the capital gate. The six armies are not sent out, but they die before their horses. No one took her flower tins, and her head was scratched by a gold sparrow and a jade head. The king couldn't save her, but her blood and tears flowed in unison. The yellow dust is scattered and the winds are bleak, and the cloud stacks wind their way up to the Sword Pavilion. Few people walk under Emei Mountain, and the flags have no light and the color of the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is blue and the mountains are green, and the Holy Lord is in love with them all the time. The palace is saddened by the moon, and the night rain is broken by the bells. The sky is spinning and the earth is turning back to the dragon's harness, so I can't go to this place with hesitation. In the mud at the bottom of Mawei Slope, the face of the jade is gone and there is no place to die. The officials look at each other with their clothes on their backs, and look to the east at the capital gate to return with their horses. When I return, the pools and gardens are still the same, and the hibiscus is like the face of a willow. The hibiscus is like a face and the willow is like an eyebrow, how can I not shed tears at this? In spring, the peach and plum blossoms bloom, in fall, the sycamore leaves fall. In the south of the Western Palace, there are many autumn grasses, and the fallen leaves are all over the steps without being swept away. The pear orchard disciples have new gray hair, and the green eagle in the Pepper Room is old. The fireflies are flying in the evening hall, and the lonely lamps have not been picked out for sleep. The night is long, the bells and drums are late, and the stars are not gathering, and the sky is still young. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in my life and what is going on in my life. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house, and I want to get out of the house, and I want to get out of the house. The Qionglong Taoist monk Hongdu was able to give his soul the sincerity it deserved. In order to feel the king's thoughts, he tried to teach the priests to look for them. The air and the gas ran like electricity, and they searched the sky and the earth for it. He went up to the Yellow Springs, but he could not find it anywhere. Suddenly, I heard that there was an immortal mountain in the sea, and the mountain was in the mist of nothingness. The pavilions were exquisite, and there were many fairies among them. There was a person named Tai Zhen, with snowy skin and flowery appearance. I have been told that the emperor of the Han Dynasty was sent by the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and that the emperor of the Han Dynasty was sent by the emperor of the Han Dynasty. I have heard of the Han family's envoys, and I was frightened by their dreams in the tent of Jiuhua. The beads and the silver screen are open all the way. The cloud temples are half-formed for new sleep, and the flower crowns are untidy to come down to the hall. The wind is blowing the immortal's sleeves, just like the dance of neon dresses and feathered clothes. The jade face is lonely, the tears are dry, and the pear blossom has a branch of spring with rain. I thanked the king with affectionate gaze, and my face was lost once I left. In the palace of Zhaoyang, the love is over, in the palace of Penglai, the sun and the moon are long. When I look back at the world, I don't see Chang'an, I see dust and fog. I can only show my deep love to the old things, and send the ? alloy hairpin away. The hairpin leaves one strand of hair to form a fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold to form a tin. But I hope that my heart will be as firm as a gold tin, and I will meet you in heaven and on earth. I'll send my words to you again when I'm leaving, and in the words, I have sworn that I'll know both my hearts. On the seventh day of the seventh month in the Palace of Eternal Life, at midnight when no one is whispering. We wish to be birds with wings in heaven, and branches with branches on earth. The sky is long and the earth is long, and this hatred will never end.
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Poem about "Smile"
Reunion Smile Memory is a test If life had not been separated, the reunion would not have been so sweet Let me remember your smile The moonlight's thoughts walk across my roof The gentle sound of the footsteps makes me silent for a long time I'll be brewing a cup of reunion wine in your faraway land Waiting for a seedling to grow into a dense tree for us to live together. I'm waiting for a seedling to grow into a dense tree to shelter our friendship from the wind and rain We didn't miss out on the June blossoms We didn't miss out on the distance of a single turn The summer night by the sea, the breeze sends us to laugh and drink the wine in the cup Drinking up the world, the countless joys
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20 lines of patriotic poems at once
The motherland, you've come through 60 years of wind and rain. Today is your birthday, your sons and daughters bless you. Sixty years ago, you were reborn from the fire of war, and when you were reborn, your sons and daughters cheered for you. Sixty years later, you shine again, your sons and daughters are proud of you. Sixty years ago, your sons and daughters were bullied as the Sick Men of East Asia. But 60 years later, the Olympic flame is lit over the Bird's Nest, higher, faster, stronger, no longer a dream. I am one billionth of your one billionth of your 9.6 million square feet of the sum of your bruised breasts feed the confused me, thinking me, boiling me, then from my flesh and blood to obtain your richness, your glory, your freedom -- motherland ah, my beloved motherland
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Commenting on the two lines of text, I quietly found you
Always feel that you are virtuous and rich in spirit
I put my love and thoughts in poetry
You come to seek, I love you
A spring rain, a thought
Far away from you, whether you are also in the anticipation of
Secluded quiet paths, I'm searching for your figure
Dreams of a new life, I'm looking for you, I'm looking for you, I'm looking for you.
Dreams are filled with your wordless words
I live in the mountains of Jiangnan
Springs sing, green leaves are like love
The fragrant soil is filled with azaleas
When you come, I'll give you flowers
I'm going to rearrange the words for you
Transferring poems you're adapting
I love your humorous humor and humor.
And I love your sad and wistful feelings