Beautiful Poetry
In our daily study, work and life, we all know some classic poems, right? Poetry language is simple and meaningful, with the characteristics of condensation and jump. What kind of poetry is praised by everyone? The following is a beautiful poem I organized for your reference, I hope it can help friends in need.
Beautiful Poetry 1
Searching,
I want to ask,
Is the wind listening,
To the sadness of that night.
I tried to change,
the unchanging reflection in the river,
but in vain,
just like our love.
It's not until we part,
that we understand the pain.
I step forward in my dream,
I want to find you,
I can't see you in the hazy rain.
The stars accompany the moon,
Walking in the center of the rainy night.
I listen in the night,
to the soughing dingaling of the leaves.
Who else would believe,
The promise,
I searched the forest.
Where is the firefly,
hoping to redeem the time.
Unfortunately,
the tears have,
turned to ice.
In the morning, the birds' voices woke up the dream,
The old familiar place can never be returned.
Walking down the road you came from,
Still the same as when you were young
Farewell, poet
Tears moistened my eyes, drop by drop.
Returning to ...... Returning to ......
Singing a familiar tune,
Heaven is the home of poetry.
The world has too much sorrow,
Just a small chapter in the poem.
Those notes of youth in the memory,
once again visit the vicissitudes of the years.
The messenger of youth
The counselor of the heart
The expert of happiness
You have been to the land of poetry,
but you forgot to mark it with the mark of general knowledge.
Mooring the sailing ship full of youth in a haven on the other side.
You are a poet.
Huh?
A poet who is purely free from bad taste,
more like a kind and nagging old man.
People who take on the connotations of a poet
You're not a poet.
Huh?
At least not in the strict sense of the word,
More like a businessman who imitates and pirates
The person who subverts the image of the poet
In fact, you're a dancer
Maybe you don't know how to dance at all
Your youth has made you energetic
Enthusiasm has led to countless flowers and applauses.
Love gives you more favor and respect
Dance in the limelight.
If your lines of poetry can do magic.
I want to be planted as a lotus,
blooming in its peaks and valleys of Jiangnan.
Blooming ...... withering ......
I wish to knead into a cloudy haze,
dyed through the vast and boundless dome of the sky
diffuse... ...dispersed ......
I hope to hatch a wild goose,
Soaring in the wide blue ocean.
Returning ...... departing ......
It's all just hope,
but not a bubble.
Farewell! Dancer!
Heaven never lacks poets,
You are the spirit that dances with poetry***.
Rob a line of poetry
Be a rogue who dances with poetry.
The wind blew all day and the snow fell all night
The winter cold has passed through another night
It is hard to sleep, the thoughts are disordered
It is hard to distinguish between dreams and the present
Whose face is easy to grow old again
The morning dawns
Feet stumble in a rush
Only then did I realize that winter solstice has arrived, and the years are long and changeable
The head of Fu Hua is also deep with wrinkles.
The sky is vast
The heart is filled with infinite thoughts
"Covetousness"
I want to have a pair of artful hands
Smiling and tender
When wandering there
Just enjoy the
Waiting for the sun to rise
Seeing the sun set
Peeking at the moon's shadow in the chorus of chandeliers
The crowds of people going through the streams are busy with their `gibberish'
To play with the extremes of formality
To plump up the puppets of materialism
Standing at the call of fame and fortune, I sing
Erasing the ivory tower from my dreams. I've quietly erased the ivory tower from my dreams
Walking along the way
In the moment of simultaneous light encounters
I've gone in search of the help of a road chair
Sitting still in a place I don't know what it is
Sipping on the laughter
In the alleyway of thought
It doesn't matter what you say
I'm just. I just long for a pair of artistic hands
to comfort me after thousands of days and nights of waiting
After all, I believe that happiness will come at last
"Horses"
A man born on the prairie
won't understand my dreams
After all, every day is the same
A man born on the seashore won't understand my dreams
After all, every day is the same
A man born on the seashore will not understand my dreams. A man born by the sea
need not think of
the spaciousness of the sea
for, after all, everything has been taken for granted
I used to want to sing the praises of a horse
that ran with freedom and bravado
I would have mistaken him for a thousand miles
I would have thought that I could fight him to the end of the earth
When he closed his eyes
I would have thought that I could fight him for the end of the world
when he closed his eyes
I would have thought that he could fight him for the end of the world
when I was a horse. When he closed his eyes
he told me in tears that he was just a
wild horse tamed by the world
the life of his masters
everything was clear to me
he was just a faithful and honest
an old horse with blood and tears in his eyes
when he was young and lost,
he had already been transformed to be the puppet of the survival of the world
he was just an old horse.
The world laughed at youth
And he, in his dreams, yearned for it many times.
Later, when he was used to youth being trampled on
He was already in the peak of the stranger's path with the dusk slowly
Walking the last journey
Beautiful Poetry 5It's the life that carries me on
The sun sprinkles the youth
Vitality starts from yesterday
The next step to play with the life
Tomorrow is all about the girl's Laughter
The moon gave me tenderness
I gave it to youth
Youth made a gift of tenderness
To the girl
The water gave birth to the girl's innocence
Next I'm still running
Though it's tiring
Though it's hard
Though it's tedious
But isn't all this for the sake of Kian? But isn't all this for Kian
The glass is broken
The heart breaks even more completely
The glass carries the temperature of youth
I have to get down on my knees
To hold the overflowing favor
Holding on to the youth tightly
Because once the youth breaks down
The life will be a broken-winged bird
Hold on tight to your youth
For once it's gone
Life is a wilderness
All year round it's snowy and icy
Sunny and rainy or shaded
I've danced alone for a long time
Am I dreaming
Surrounded by the noise of laughter and the sound of cups and plates?
I can't escape the wide skirts
The flea sings and dies in hiding
The key to the box where my soul is locked
Is still wandering in space
So I raise my arms high
Thinking that the clouds will be a ladder to the sky
An atmosphere that should be ravaged by the heart
A climate of silence that makes you speechless. Climate
The innocence of the heart thirsts for
Straightening the thoughts, by the young caves of heaven
Pulling a piece of blood-colored sutra streamer
Floating in the black cloud hair
The glacier skin of centuries after centuries has dried up
And the heavenly maiden of Dunhuang has not wiped away her tears
The seed of temptation has given birth to the delicate hands of the
The road follows the sun's rays
The desert unfolds, and that sentimental leaf
No longer will it tell of the lost autumn
Beautiful Poetry 6The warmth of the sun is still attached to the south
Abandoning the seasons to the side
Eccentricity is crowned with grandeur
Beloved on the other side of the water
The wind can't dissipate the thick warmth of the wind
The scorching sun is so aggressive
I love you in all seasons
Not enough
I'll be with you for years to come
I'm jealous of you
I'm envious of you
I'm looking forward to seeing you in the north
You don't want to see you in the water anymore
You don't need to be in the water anymore
You don't want to be in the water anymore
I have to be in the water anymore.
The fireplace is crackling
Like love burning
The dumplings are jumping around
Like the heart is in a frenzy
But the wine is on fire
Drinking alone
At the end of the winter solstice
A thousand miles of ice in the north of the country
I hope that I won't be able to
To have a lover
Fascinated.
Still in the Southern Water Country
Beautiful Poetry 7After the mid-autumn, the autumn colors are even more intense
The fields are rushing to the grain farms, and the stubble is fresh
The sky is far away, and the clouds are smooth
The wild thatch is lifting up a handful to look around
There are only lazy cows and goats
Reclining on the fat grass, and the sniffles of their breaths
Are full of autumn peace and quiet. The leaves are drifting away, guiding me to a destiny
I wish there was a leaf that would stop for me
I wish I could return home on a falling leaf
I wish I could fall into the skies and soil of my home town
I would have a warm twilight bed there
It's so quiet, the fall has thinned out
I've moved out of a big empty space to let my thoughts fly. My heart is filled with stones as deep as autumn, and my past and imagination are more real than reality
Life is like a journey
I don't know where this train is going
I love these autumn colors more than the springtime
In the bleakness and the wreckage is the sadness I grew up in
Dreams, youth and flowers are all far away.
Dreams, youth, and flowers are all far away
Life requires immersion, and I prefer to be sentimental
Temperatures are dropping, and by chance I remember
That warm name, I believe that there is still
A string of greetings that reaches to my heart
Maybe it is because
you cherish life
You choose to save lives and help people in need of medical attention when you are applying for your graduation
You have a lot to learn about the world.
Perhaps it was because
you cherished life
you chose the green barracks
you showed your youthfulness by your dedication to your choice
you built an impenetrable defense for life with your own hands
I can see
the shadowless light of a lamp, the light of the shadowless lamp. p>
Under the shadowless lamp
You wielded the knife and pliers to remove the disease from life
I seem to hear
The warrior you guarded for seven days and seven nights
Finding joy and laughter again
When SARS raged
You were the first one to rush forward
Trying to cut the clutches of the devil with a weak arm
When the danger was great
You were the first one to rush forward
When the danger was great
When the danger was great
When the danger was great
When the danger was great
When the danger was great
You were so calm
As if you were not facing a bloody war
Because you love life
You can't bear the burden of life
Because you love life
You fight with death with your life
The abomination of SARS
You didn't give up your fight against SARS because of your goodness
You were the first to rush to the front. p>
You did not let your kindness
give up on you
At last,
you
who cherished life
collapsed
on the battlefield of SARS
Even then
you gave up the hope of life
to others
and even went so far as to give up your own life
for another one.
You went
because you knew the true meaning of life
You went
because you valued life more
You used your life
to awaken more people
You let your life
be turned into a beautiful rainbow
You valued life
and so you gave it up.
That's why you chose to save lives
It's because you love life
That you chose to defend it
Beautiful Poetry 9There is no wind to dance
There are no clouds to float
It's as if a light spirit is playing
Is it a tear from the heavens
In the silence of the white space
I've been stagnating all winter long. The sunlight swims
With the song of the spring birds
Far beyond our sight
How are you
Now it's snowing
The plum blossoms are in color
The peach blossoms are about to bloom.
Under the shadow of the moon, the large campus has lost the hustle and bustle of the past
More than a touch of tranquility
Sitting on the cold playground
Everywhere is the back of the hurriedly passing
And there is the whispering of embracing each other
Looking at the night sky that seems to be the month but is not the moon
I think of that again.
What would it be like if I were sitting with you in a corner of the campus,
Would I be able to hold you in my arms
Feeling your body heat and listening to each other's heartbeats
Tonight is a beautiful night, in the winter under the spring
The coldness passes through the body heat to my heart
Stimulating the sensitive nerves of my heart
I am not sure what to say about this. Sensitive nerves
Suddenly I woke up and realized that it was just a fantasy scenario
But
I look forward to the day when
I can fulfill that beautiful scenario with you
Just like them in the crowd, I'm embracing each other and talking about it
Looking at the hazy moon and talking about a beautiful tomorrow
Without realizing it
The crowd is starting to drift away from me, and I can't help but feel that I have to go back and forth.
Looking at the hazy moon hanging in the night sky, I smiled faintly
Tonight is a beautiful night, the shadow of the hazy moon
A beautiful scenario, a hazy mind
Beautiful Poetry 11Wrongly forgetting a spring of smoke and arrays, you're the other side of the shore I can't reach.
The peach blossom in May sprinkles down with the silk rain, paving the way to a land of fleeting splendor.
But you raised your hand and folded the unknown green flowers, chewing on the memory, such as dry brew as pure and transparent years.
The wind's light figure flicked past, pressing down a tree of prosperity.
I made a mistake out of the corner of my eye, glimpsed you, and from then on, bound myself.
I thought I could write a poem about you by taking the green light.
But only the fireworks of March, should not fall into the water of May.
You are not surprised by the smile, shallow but long, just like the colorful Ying, point piece, are intoxicated by the poem.
Doomed to my foolishness, but also doomed to me,
Write not exhaustive ......
Stranger flowers bloom, I can not even persuade you to return slowly.
Because you turn around the corner of the coat, is that I can not fly, fell down.
The withered butterfly, even if it stops under the delicate flowers, only to fold the wings, weaving the cocoon of the next life in the dream ......
But I do not want to beg the Buddha to give me a forget you in the next life.
That way, how can I find another encounter with you ......
The smoke and willow of the embankment is very long, very long, just like the gaze of my search for you.
How much dust is there? The water color of the lake is covered.
I don't want to believe that the smoke in the sky is the same as the dust in the sky where you left off.
The sun is setting, the red is all over the place, the wet rain is wet, the first clear dawn and evening, thin green cold smoke, the lines of the distant mountains like you half sad knitted eyebrows, the long outline, as if the jade mirror new grinding, reflecting my heart full of lonesome, and then gently torn.
So, the sun is thinning the summer.
Under the tree, I picked up the petals of your smile and put them into the half-warm wine.
The warblers cried, the shade of the dark, I hold a scroll of bamboo paper, no heart sad words, just to wait for you to appear.
There is no agreement, but you are here.
The flower scent of the strand seeped into the sunlight, you gently hold a trace, put into the wine I boiled.
I don't need to drink the wine, but I'm already drunk on your limp hands.
You tied my heart in a knot with the green silk thread, and I forgot myself.
As long as there is a place where you are, it is my place in the sky.
It turned out that I used to be too long to ask for the end of the world, in fact, just two times will be enough.
Once, it is the moment you see me,
And once,
It is the millennium that I look to you ......
Beautiful Poetry 12Graduation photo somewhere on campus
So close, but not so eager to
Everyone has to slowly go to forget
I want to embrace but the wrong place.
I want to embrace but I miss the time
Graduation photo is the door and window to heaven
In the eyes I see hope
In the hands I get flustered
The road in the heart walks in a state of uncertainty
Who is the moon who was once there
I want to bow down but I look back once
Like a bird flying all the way to
Your laughter Echoes are playing
The graduation photo is a waiter at the end of the world
Through the window, the birds have migrated
The road is turning back to a place that is far away
Who is the vision of the future
I want to look up but it's a curtain call
Like a drama that plays out a part
Your goodness, who's in the reunion
Graduation photo of the campus, somewhere
So close and gone. >
So close and so fast
Everyone has to be quiet to remember
Seeing each other again has become a story
Beautiful Poetry 13Fire
Poem/Wheat
A mother builds a fire in the stove
A father buys and sells in the market
A son walks through the streets
To pay back the money for the fire.
He's furious that he hasn't
bought any roses
"Toys"
Poem/Zhang Dong
A rich woman
is always alone at home
On this day
it's no fun not to receive roses
A friend comforts him. He said
Just think of the toys your wife receives
He said word for word
Such toys
Are all the toys I have left over from my playtime
I was just thinking
If I'm going to play with them, I should play with something
Fresh
Poem #14The vine and the tree
A tree and the tree
A vine and the tree
A tree stands straight, a vine
Stretching its flexible body, close to each other
Just like that, tightly intertwined
Every inch of their skin, so close
You can hear each other's heartbeats
Where the wind passes, the branches and leaves rub against each other
Is that the private conversation between the tree and the vine?
As the leaves turn green, the vine turns green
As the leaves turn yellow, the vine turns yellow
You're adding a ring of years to your life, and I'm climbing on top of you
It's a kind of heartfelt feeling, like
a pair of lovers supporting each other
and listening to each other's heart.
When the wind blows, I'm holding you
When the rain falls, you're covering me
That's the way it is, until death do us part
Let's let our lives be intertwined with each other for the rest of our lives
Beautiful Poetry 15I'm nestled in a quilt, watching the winter
Floating away for a whole century
Those ice sculptures frozen on the window
I can't believe that I'm not in love with you, but I can't believe that I'm not in love with you, because I'm not in love with you.
Like the tears of the past
In the winter, they became the most beautiful scenery
No one has ever forgotten
The silent whispers in the pine forests
Echoed in the corners of my youth
Silent to the point of not being able to breathe
The buds of the flowers that blossomed
Are dreams that come out of the late hours of the night
Though they are not real
But they are fragrant.
But it was fragrant
In that winter
Who remembers
When life was full of life
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