Poetry creation

In daily study, work and life, everyone has seen many classic poems. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. So what kinds of poems are there? The following is my collection of 10 poems, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

Some people say that poetry is the highest form of literature. In the fine works of Qing Ci, the inspiration of the poet's genius and unrestrained feelings stirred people's hearts. Reading poetry can transcend the limitation of time and space and really touch the beating heart.

Loyalty and patriotism

Emperor Levin is a descendant of Xi, and I am a scholar of Bo Yong. His aristocratic background made him aware of his responsibilities. "Discuss state affairs with Wang when entering the country, meet guests when leaving, and communicate with princes." He has a heavy responsibility. He was conscientious, loyal and wise, and served the king. How could he be jealous of his rare talent by the villains? The slanderers of Shangguan doctor made Wang angry and sparse. Seeing the monarch deceived by Yi Cheung and confused by Zheng Xiu, watching the old country being swallowed up by the Qin Dynasty day by day, but there was nothing he could do. "Breathe more and hide tears, and grieve for the people's lives." The patriotism and love for the people made Qu Yuan try to remonstrate with the new king, but he was demoted to the wild. His helplessness, grief and loyalty could not stand the "belief and doubt, loyalty and slander." He sighed loudly: "I am alone in the world, and everyone is drunk and I am alone!" "Ai-guo song finally helpless sad. Shi Huai jumped down and left it for later generations to enjoy. Reading his poems, I can clearly see a sincere heart that doesn't want to stop.

Free and unrestrained.

Du Fu called him "the son of heaven didn't get on the boat, and claimed that he was Brewmaster". He was naive and conceited, and when he was appointed, he sang proudly: "Are we Artemisia people?" Even if he is a royal scholar, he can still think freely and improvise a famous sentence handed down from generation to generation, such as "clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity". When the world fetters the free and easy heart, he resolutely abandoned the "imperial scholar" of Sapporo, still wild "since God has given talent, let it be employed!" , spin one thousand silver, all back! ! "Facing the frustration of his official career and the failure of his ideal, he didn't wander in pain. On the contrary, I am addicted to mountains and rivers, and have written hundreds of poems about drinking, firmly believing that "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high officials and rich people, who will never be shown an honest face". When I read his poems, a heart that despises profanity and freedom of the world comes into my eyes.

A depressed and painful heart

Poetic words, such as "I have a house facing the sea and spring blossoms", such sincere expectations and such warm confessions come from a sad heart. Haizi felt the darkness of reality, and his soft heart was covered with scars. Persevering in the pursuit of beauty and light, leaving a warm dream, but suffering a short life in the cold iron. Reading his poems seems to feel a frustrated and painful heart looking for warmth.

Reading poetry, I feel the pulse and heartbeat in the distance carefully, feel those beautiful emotions, draw nutrients from those sincere hearts, and strengthen my beliefs and dreams.

Autumn leaves are the messengers of autumn.

"The wind blows a leaf and everything is shocked." Autumn leaves fall in the fields. The corn put on a new yellow dress, the sorghum bowed its head and greeted me with a red face, and the pods spread a smiling face ... Autumn leaves fell and landed in the orchard. Apples wear red robes, grapes wear purple robes, pears wear yellow coats ... Autumn leaves fall in the maple forest. Maple leaves are dyed red, red as fire, like flowers. ...

Autumn leaves are gifts of autumn.

Every leaf is a bookmark with blessings written on it. And ginkgo leaves, like a small fan. They are lovely, from green to yellow. The golden ginkgo leaves are the sunshine that sent me ... When the autumn wind blows, the maple leaves turn red and fall into my book, as red as fire, like a dancing red butterfly, flying into my book and saying to me, "Autumn is coming!" " Autumn leaves are still a picture. You see, the red maple leaf is a fish tail, the golden ginkgo is a fan, the khaki phoenix tree is an adult's warm hand ... Autumn leaves are a carpet. A gust of wind blew, autumn leaves fell, and colorful butterflies landed on roads and paths ... they all covered carpets and stepped on them. Chen Wenjing and Baba are very interesting! The so-called "autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves are full of Chang 'an"!

Autumn leaves are still a beautiful flower.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." In February, bright red maple leaves and flowers fall together. Autumn leaves fall, chrysanthemums in Park Road smile, osmanthus blossoms, and those in Huang Cancan fall to the ground. It's beautiful! How nice it is to match the yellow petals with the red core!

Autumn leaves are still a feeling!

"Early autumn leaves, such as guests. You don't want to go down, and you say that you cherish the old forest. " Leaves fall back to their roots and slowly fall, just like a child reluctant to say goodbye to his mother. Mothers will also look at their children affectionately ... autumn leaves, blown down by the wind. Live to serve the tree, and at the last moment, don't forget to give it to the tree as fertilizer. ...

Autumn leaves are messengers, gifts, feelings and dedication of autumn!

Poetry Composition 3 has been studied for more than ten years, and I dare not pretend to be a million poems and songs I have read, but it is also quite rich, so I naturally have a lot of feelings about poetry. As the saying goes, you can recite 300 Tang poems by heart even if you can't write them. I think you should not only know how to sing, but also know how to taste.

Since it is nonsense, it is naturally unconstrained and unorthodox. Write wherever you want. If inspiration comes to an abrupt end, stop writing immediately.

Tang poetry is the peak of poetry, which has been circulated for hundreds of years, and of course it has great personality. Different schools of poetry have different styles, or they are bold and unrestrained, unconventional, fresh and natural, and extraordinary, which constitutes the prosperity of poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. However, I think that although there are many famous artists, they are not all worthy of the name. Some poets' works are not as superb as those told by later generations. I'll cut the crap and express my opinion.

Meng Haoran is the most famous among the pastoral poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Yin Kun, a scholar, called his poems "rich in literary talent, dense in latitude and longitude, and semi-elegant in tune, which completely deleted the usual style." But in my opinion, this guy is really a bit pretentious. These comments over-deify Meng Haoran's poems. For example, "Deer Gate Night Song":

In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.

People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.

The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.

I really don't know the beauty of this poem. The whole poem is picturesque and lyrical, with four parts and 28 words. Although complete, there is no bright spot. Words are old and vulgar, and words are plain. Although this poem is sung in a way that is not so strict in rhythm, the rhyme of the whole poem is too scattered, and it has no sense of rhythm that poetry should have, so it is very difficult to read. The textbook's evaluation of this poem is "smooth intonation, simple words, and a sense of rhythm that flows freely." I really don't know where this statement comes from! His other famous sentence is "We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue distant mountains." And so on, but also immature handwriting, superficial wording, it is difficult to stand scrutiny. On the contrary, Su Shi's evaluation is more pertinent: "A poem with lofty rhyme is short, like brewing wine without cooking." This is a positive solution.

Wang Wei, a poet who is also an idyllic school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, is neck and neck with Meng Haoran, but his skill is deeper. There is a "Ji Xiang Temple":

I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.

Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.

The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.

In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

On the front of the first couplet, people entered Yunfeng, which actually set off the seclusion of Ji Xiang Temple. Before I arrived at the temple, it was shrouded in fog, and readers felt that the depth of Ji Xiang Temple was in front of them. The ancient road in front of the temple is secluded and tortuous. Although no one has left a trace, the bell can still be heard, as if from a deep mountain, quiet and quiet. The two sentences of the neck couplet are still to show the cold environment, but the technique is different from the first two couplets. The poet uses inverted sentences to highlight the sound of spring and the striking color of the sun. The word "swallow" is extremely vivid: the rocks are dangerous, and it is difficult to flow lightly, so we have to meander among the rugged rocks, as if it were the sound of pain. At first glance, the word "cold" seems to be contrary to common sense, but the fine products cannot but be wonderful: in the afterglow, the sad sun color is smeared on the pine forest, and the shape is not very cold.

The whole poem is written from far and near, from scenery to emotion, and enters the scene of the ancient temple, absorbed in meditation and natural. The poet's description of quiet mountain scenery is not extremely quiet, but takes bells and springs as images, which not only does not break the quiet artistic conception, but adds a sense of seclusion to the deep mountain forest. This kind of contrast technique is incomparable to Meng Haoran's smooth verbal skills.

As the representative of the school of landscape pastoral poetry, the two are judged by a little comparison. Then, as representatives of romanticism, Li Bai and Li He can't miss it.

Li Bai's name is a household name. His poems are unrestrained, romantic and imaginative, so he is honored as a "poetic fairy"; Li He is a classmate, and his poems are even more magnificent than Taibai in rhetoric and style. Also known as "Shi Gui". However, compared with Li Bai's position in Wang Yang, Li's fame is like a drop of water, which is hard to reach 90 cents. The reason is that the two men have different skills in grasping the balance between gorgeous rhetoric and profound thoughts. Li He's poems, such as Li Ping's quotations:

Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.

Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.

The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.

Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.

Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.

Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.

At first glance, it is rich in content and gorgeous in words, and several dictionaries are used together. It is said that Li relies on his superb skills, but it is difficult to scrutinize under careful consideration: the theme of the full text is monotonous, the content is empty, and although there are many decorations, they are all in one place, without comparison, elaboration, gradual stratification and profound connotation to sublimate the full text. And there is no connection between each sentence, which makes this poem read like a patchwork of exquisite clothes, but it is difficult to become a whole. Taste Li He's poems with a schoolbag, paper and pen, and occasionally get inspiring good sentences, and then sort them out sentence by sentence after going home at night. Now it seems that this statement is true.

In contrast, Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu is much more skillful. The whole poem depicts the precipitous beauty of Tianmu Mountain, interspersed with the poet's wild and bold imagination, which is equally magnificent and extraordinary in style. The ending is lyrical: "Oh, how can I seriously bow and scrape to those who are in high positions and high positions?" They will never be seen with a sincere face. " Even more outspoken, arrogant and uninhibited, he sublimated the content of poetry with his own ideals and will. The whole poem is fluent and seamless, which is a masterpiece.

I am a poor scholar, but I dare to speak frankly. There are many famous people in history, but most of the praises given by a poet are debatable. There are so many talkers that they have no ability to appreciate poetry themselves. They just follow the advice of others, find a famous and highly praised poet and flatter him. I really don't know anything, which violates the purpose of learning "seeking truth from facts".

Finally, I'd like to present an antique poem, which is not only shallow and flat, but also scattered in rhythm. Please give me your advice:

Trouble in the rain

The spring is chilly, the rain is torrential, and there is nowhere to run out of silver needles.

Draw a column and lean on wine to pierce the intestines, but a thousand cups can't hide people and sip lightly.

Clouds want to be woven into locks, and the frost moon is full of beads.

Mengshan doesn't need a fleeting shuttle, and the dust of the past is cut into shreds.

The fourth poem composition is really inspiring! In order to meet the routine inspection of the school leaders, our class decided to hold a special poetry evening at the class meeting on Wednesday afternoon!

The appointed day is coming. On that day, the whole classroom was decorated with lights, colorful balloons and ribbons were flying in the air, and several big characters were written on the blackboard with colored chalk: Poetry meets.

Obana Mao Mao is the special host of this event, and they will draw two winners from each round to receive the prizes of this event. Well, before it's too late, let's get high!

"Please listen to the question. This is a scramble to answer questions. The last two sentences of "I didn't know the moon when I was a child, and I was called Bai Yupan" were-"The voice did not fall, and a sea of glistening palms was erected in the class. Everyone was hands in the air and shouted enthusiastically, "Choose me!"

Jumping bean stood up, and he was determined to win. He looked at the answer with certainty: "I doubt Yao Taijing again. I am flying to the clouds." "Congratulations, the answer is correct-"Who knows, when Jumping Bean stepped forward to receive the prize, a Cheng Jinyao-Bee stood up halfway to protest: "No, no! His answer is wrong, it should be to doubt Yao Taijing and Qingyun Fei! " As a result, because of the difference in this word, Tiaotiaodou lost the opportunity to get a gift, angrily stepped down, and muttered: "You can't recite the wrong words in the future!"

As the game continued, Xiaohua read the topic: "Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years." What does this mean? "A few impatient classmates didn't even finish listening to the questions, so they couldn't wait to raise their hands. As a result, Zhang Lele at the same table stood up excitedly, but when it was his turn to answer the question, he scratched his head shyly, blinked and asked doubtfully, "What was the topic just now? "This can make everyone happy. It suddenly occurred to me that I had seen this knowledge point in a book, so I stood up confidently and answered clearly: "Chicken feet and dolphins generally refer to the rich dishes that farmers entertain their guests." "Congratulations, correct answer!" There was warm applause around, and I excitedly ran to get a small gift. This is a novel pen container. Ha, what luck!

In order to make the game more interesting, we decided to join a new mechanism-male-female confrontation. Winners can ask losers to do anything. As a result, the atmosphere on the field became more and more tense. "Please listen to the topic. Li Bai has a poem, the beginning of which is very exaggerated. Yes-""The Song of Qiupu! " "The glib Liu Yiyi successfully grabbed the answer and won a point for our women's war camp! Let's make persistent efforts, cooperate with each other in the next answer, and beat the men's team out of the water. When we were proud, Xiao Rui, the encyclopedia of the other party, broke out and even answered three difficult thinking questions, which greatly reduced our prestige. Therefore, our competition is more intense. ...

Ah! Do you want to come to such an interesting poetry party?

I'm in the sky,

I'm in the water,

I didn't mean to see you,

It's raining in Mao Mao,

Ripples in the water,

Not because of you.

A sudden encounter,

In the endless years,

Let me stop and love you,

It's just an accidental sentence,

Your gentle words,

Make me stop thinking about you.

It was Jurassic, with beautiful wings,

It was an ice age, a transparent body,

In your arms, listening to your breath,

Hug you tightly with my thoughts,

This is a drunken dream in my sleep,

It was a warm memory after waking up,

Thorough, stormy,

On the rolling clouds, in the bumpy waves,

Tangle, together

I want to fly to the sky,

I want to swim underwater,

I didn't mean to see you,

The sky is full of colorful clouds,

It's bottomless,

You weren't there,

A sudden encounter,

In the endless years,

Let me stop and love you,

It's just an accidental sentence,

Your gentle words,

Make me stop thinking about you.

That is the tacit understanding of happiness in eyes,

Right between your fingers, sad parting,

I want to love you, I want you,

Hug you tightly with my thoughts,

That's the joy in your arms,

This is a useless memory of the journey.

After many years, I brought it up again.

I have forgotten about you and myself,

I forgot myself.

We are just, birds and fish,

Across the sky, underwater,

Thinking about you.

……

I like reading poetry since I was a child.

When I was a child, I read ancient poems that I could understand but didn't understand with that childish voice beside several elders. In their praise, I like reading poems.

When I was in primary school, my obsession with poetry went further.

"Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." Under the guidance of our teacher, we read Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night over and over again. I wonder why these short twenty words occupy a whole page of the textbook. After the teacher analyzed this poem, I deeply realized that Li Bai's homesickness is as transparent as the bright moon, and it can't be carried on one page. Since then, I have become more obsessed with poetry. Every time I read a poem and feel the mood of a poet, I am as excited as an explorer who has found a treasure.

Now, poetry has become a part of my life.

Every night, after I finish my homework, my home becomes a temple of poetry. You see, a beautiful woman is reading a poem affectionately with a book; You see, a handsome gentleman outside the window is reciting that quaint poem fluently; There is also a lively child who is savoring the emotions conveyed in the poem and looks intoxicated. Yes, this is my home. The three of them read in unison: "I am lying in a remote village, and I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to be a country." Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. "Mother said," how respectable it is for an old man in his seventies to lie on his deathbed, not worrying about his illness, but thinking about defending his country. "Dad said," Dreaming is the scene of riding a horse across the frontier. How precious it is to have such a loyal minister in the stormy Song Dynasty. "A poem, just a few short words, contains the voice of an era and a nation. What can produce such a great shock in the shortest time than poetry?

In the morning, my father washed his face and brushed his teeth, my mother was busy cooking breakfast at the kitchen table, and I packed my schoolbag. In this tense symphony that started in the morning, we didn't forget to recite the poems we tasted last night. Poetry is a warm agent for three people in my family and a hot chicken soup for my soul.

I love poetry, love the poet's feelings and love the poetic life.

Poetry Composition 7 "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. " Lang Lang's reading sound, the chirping of thrush birds from time to time outside the window, mixed with the crisp sound of running water, merged into a wonderful movement. It seems that when I was very young, my grandmother began to let me read poetry. At that time, I only knew that I was young and studied with my grandmother.

My grandmother, with low education, is short and thin, and has nothing to remember except a pair of hardworking hands. But it is such a typical rural woman who became the first enlightenment teacher in my life.

I remember every morning, before breakfast, my grandmother took out a copy of "300 Poems of Tang Poetry" from her pocket, opened an old paper with no ash at all, found out a poem, pointed it with her finger, and read it to me: "The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river, Liu …" Before my grandmother could speak, I inserted: "This is a valley on the left and a valley on the right. Grandma frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked into the house, rummaged for a long time and took out a dictionary. Her chapped hands are busy again. After a while, she pointed to a word and said, "There is a valley on the left and a debt on the right. Remember, this is reading "Yu". " As he spoke, he burst out laughing again, and the wrinkles finally opened.

One night, grandma came back very late and asked me as soon as she entered the door, "Did you read poetry tonight?" I was embarrassed and a little embarrassed. I blushed and dared not look at my grandmother. Grandma seemed to see something, frowning, and I knew something bad was going to happen. Grandma's hand suddenly raised, and I stared at her hand in fear. Today, there was a new blood stain on her hand. Grandma glared, and suddenly her hand slowly dropped. She just silently took out "300 Tang Poems" and began to give it to me patiently over and over again as during the day.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. "Grandma is always like this. Although she is an old woman who has never been to school, she always remains as serious and patient as ever.

Poetry has a strong charm, but not as strong as grandma's.

Each of us has experienced challenge competitions, such as diary challenge competition, composition challenge competition, singing challenge competition and dance challenge competition.

Today I will talk about the poetry competition in our school!

It was as hot as a steamer this afternoon. The Jehol has almost dried up; The hot chicken drooped its wings; It's so hot that I'm sweating all over. But I went to school anyway. When I arrived at the school, I heard that there was a poetry contest in the school this afternoon. Everyone in the class is ecstatic.

At the beginning of the game, Tao Tao took the stage second, Rong Rong took the stage fourth and Xinghui took the stage last, that is, 12.

Tao Tao is reciting Looking at Lushan Waterfall. After several days of practice, he made great contributions. It's quite right that he usually talks less quickly.

Rong Rong wore a beautiful dress when she came to the stage, and the audience applauded warmly.

My favorite is Rong Rong's poem, whose name is Listening to Spring, which was written by Grandpa Jin Bo.

The snow on the eaves melted,

The girl in spring shakes the rain bell.

Flying over the array,

The lake opened its bright eyes.

I heard earthworms plowing,

I hear dandelions sowing.

The poetry competition is over, Xinghui and Rongrong won the first prize, and Tao Tao won the second prize. There are three people in our class, five first prizes and two in our class. Xinghui and Rongrong are really great.

I walked into the country of poetry, danced lightly in poetry, and recalled the ancient fragrance of thousands of years. Thoughts pass through the world of mortals and return to the open-mindedness in Looking at Yue, the sincerity in Ode to a Wanderer and the fraternity in Yueyang Tower. Release the volume, the room is full of fragrance.

Harvest the vastness of life

I traveled through time and space, flew to the top of Mount Tai and met Du Fu. This gentleman, who cares about the world, was moved by this broad vision, and a heroic work "Looking at Yue" made me burst out: how majestic the holiness of Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. At this time, the unhappiness that Du Fu had been accumulating in his heart was suddenly washed away by the rolling clouds in the mountains. He couldn't help shouting from the bottom of his heart and singing to be an indomitable spirit.

This vastness, which can put a mountain into my chest, reminds me of myself and the knot that I once hit in my heart. Once, I couldn't solve it. I almost cut it. Compared with Du Fu's free and easy, I feel ridiculous.

Feel the greatness of maternal love

I stepped into Wandering Sons and sat down at Meng Jiao's house. In the soft light, the loving mother sewed clothes for the children who traveled far away. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays! "How sincere, how touching.

Accept a drop of water when necessary, and I will repay your kindness with spring water. Yes, flowers thank the rain and dew, birds thank the sky, and I want to thank my mother most. My father worked outside for many years, and my mother took care of me since I was a child. Time has dimmed her face and bent her back, but only her love for me has never faded.

Feel patriotic firmness

I slowly entered the story of Yueyang Tower. The sentence "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later" made everyone remember Fan Zhongyan. A person goes to Yueyang Tower, the moon is like a hook, caressing the railing and feeling his love. He dared to say no, he volunteered, and he drastically rectified the bureaucracy. He has a great heart and truly devoted his limited life to serving the people.

The same is true in ancient and modern times. Can we still ignore our responsibilities? Today's responsibility lies not with others, but with teenagers. Young people have wisdom, then the country has wisdom. A rich teenager makes a rich country. If the youth is strong, the country will be strong. We should make great efforts to create a brilliant miracle of China youth from bit by bit.

When you are sad, "until, raise my cup, I ask the moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people"; When I miss you, "I don't need to say anything, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"; When confused, "the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the dim light." I danced lightly in my poems, cheering for my heart and interpreting beauty and brilliance.

Poetry Composition 10 The drizzle is floating in the sky in the south of the Yangtze River and scattered in Yang Liuan. Whose skirt is stained with the light dust of the Acropolis? The north of Chenxiang Temple is bustling, and it's on the roof overlooking it. Who is sad in Yushu backyard? The country is ruined and the vegetation is bleak. Who is surprised to see the birds in tears? Between Qiangdi and Gucheng, who is guarding Yumen?

There are many classics and romances in Tang poetry and Song poetry, which have woven my deep classical feelings …

Every time I read Tang poetry and Song poetry, I feel as if I were walking in the wet south of the Yangtze River with an umbrella, thinking about sad stories and ancient stone roads. There must be a road leading to Su Causeway, Shenyuan and Sad Bridge. Poems of Tang and Song Dynasties tell the distant past in my mind, the lingering bamboo shadow, the nine cloisters and the fragrance of lotus flowers. It shows that the grass grows and the warblers fly, overlapping mottled "wrong" and "mo" broken wells and broken walls.

Every time I read Tang poetry and Song poetry, I feel as if I were carrying Yulong on the battlefield in Saibei, thinking about the tragic situation of dying for my country and thinking about the bloody Huangsha Road. One of them must extend to Loulan, Qilian and Wuding River. Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties tells my mind. In the past, wars were raging, drums and horns were contending, and Wan Li rivers and mountains were swords and shadows. It shows the ancient city of the old capital, which was once filled with smoke and shocked the world, and there are 5 thousand sable tapestries buried there.

Opening the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties is like entering a colorful and real dream. ...

Looking for a winding path leading to a secluded place, looking at the ancient wood hidden in the meditation room, I was very sad. Walking under the bright moon, I was drunk with wine in front of the trees in the flowers. Lanzhou picks lotus flowers, the beauty of the five mountains is still charming, the water shines on people, the moon is fragrant, the bamboo branches send love, the east rises and the west rains, and the golden horse smokes alone to set the yen. Why not make people miss the past, admire the elegance of the virtuous, hate the disturbance of the world of mortals, and let them go home with a sigh!

The former Book of Songs and Lisao were its sources, and the later Yuan Qu and Qing Fu, the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, which were precipitated in the long history, brought me deep classical feelings with their classics and romance. ...