Poetry that foretells the future.

China's earliest poems were structured with metrical poems, and the metrical requirements were strict. For example, the poems in the pre-Qin period are generally four words per sentence, which can be found in the Book of Songs. Later, it developed into a five-character or seven-character rhythmic poem, which was found in Tang poetry. The following are the poems I collected for you, indicating that the future can be expected? I hope I can help you.

Poetry 1 1, until the bank at low tide widens and there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.

Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows become songbirds.

3, I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery.

4. On a road stretching to the white clouds, beside a spring stretching to the bluest river.

5, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly.

6. Petals float with the wind and go away with the running water.

7, the future map will be good, back to Fengchi boast.

8. Chatting until the end, the fate of love is in doubt.

9, not afraid of floating clouds covering your eyes, only at the highest level.

10, everything will be solved in the end.

Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.

12, the spring breeze is bright, and 600 million China is the best.

13, there are flowers in spring, months in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.

Poetry 2 1, It's hard to leave me: Li Bai in Tang Dynasty.

The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

2, "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" by Wang Wan

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.