Discuss photography and modern poetry.

Recommend two modern rhyming poems. Compared with modern ordinary poetry, the biggest feature is that it highlights the musical beauty of rhyming features in classical poetry. It is catchy, in line with the reading habits of contemporary people, in line with the current trend of poetry development, and meets people's demands for the integration of ancient and modern poetry.

Always remember you.

Pretend to be happy every time I see you.

I'm afraid that time is too boring to kill my memory.

When I woke up, I mistakenly thought that you were close at hand and never left.

Your beauty is fixed in the photo of twenty-four years old.

All kinds of handsome photography postures are fascinating.

Thousands of cute expressions explain your angelic naughty.

Like a child, you use Lolita to interpret flowers.

Like an old woman, your vicissitudes make you cry.

Maybe it's an elf that hurts your eccentricity and mystery.

Can I write you a hundred love poems without permission?

By the eighty-eighth stage, I was breathless with pain.

Beauty is like a cloud, who can easily replace you?

Before the green plum, the green plum withered and the fragrance overflowed.

If you don't see a bamboo horse, you will grow old and miss Wan Li.

From then on, everyone I fell in love with looked like you.

You cry, how can a woman like the wind be remembered?

Look, how thoroughly you won.

I will always remember you, humming a love song alone.

Undercurrent of love

That year, everyone lived in the world of mortals.

When you have rhyme, there is a storm.

Passing by the end of the world, an undercurrent was set off.

You assert that the poet's love should be in vain.

When the hand could pick the stars, was the sword of happiness horizontal?

If you see blood blocking your throat, maybe I shouldn't have any pain.

Quiet night and clear autumn, lock your most ruthless pupil deeply.

When migratory birds migrate, they will be as desolate as floods.

Moonlight ice sculpture, staged an impulse to kill love.

It is not easy to worship love and put it into practice.

Poetry is red, and the window row is waiting for the dry wind.

It's hard to ridicule a sobbing man as a hero with red eyes and rolling their eyes.

Young people in Jianghu are used to chasing vicissitudes.

You are also good at playing the piano and fiddling with prosperity in the palm of your hand.

Life is light, but half-life love is so heavy.

The mountains are south and the sea is north, and the children are affectionate.

Singing and drinking, ten miles of tenderness will never meet.

Only you do what you want, the love of this life is bound by yourself and frozen for thousands of years.