Appreciation of rhyming poems

Fang Zhouzi —— "Fang Zhouzi's Elegant and Beautiful Poems"

On May Day, A Xin commented in the preface to Wen Qingfang's poem: When he looked at the clouds in the mountains, leaned against the windowsill, closed his eyes and wrote down the wonders and magnificence of some places in the world, and conveniently carved dark songs in his lover's heart, Chang 'an was an intoxicating nocturne, and the smoke from the kitchen spilled over the window lattice at night, and there was never a lack of his legend.

The last romance is fading away, sudden death is erupting gossip and suspicious whispers, rude titles dominate the century, and poets are about to disappear. He laughed and put pen to paper, and eventually reading poetry will become a popular style in the prosperous period of writing, and the newly formed teenagers are competing to sing the thrilling stories in his works. He is Li Bai, otherwise there will be no reasonable explanation around his miracle.

Rain in Kyoto

Torii outside the wooden lattice window is like a memory that he can't fly when he is used to sitting.

The green of the tender bamboo beside the stone lamp looks light and beautiful like a tear.

A pool of dry past without light and shadow, koi fish in front of the fish scales outside the house is breathing colorful Japanese.

A yearning for swimming is desperately lengthening the pronunciation of an indescribable rain, and black and white are constantly jumping.

"the so-called abstraction"

You feed a frozen love poem to the strange wind outside the door.

The news from the dumb mouth is that the familiar Nianguan is still on the way home.

The temperature that is not trusted can't digest the prosperity that I have never seen before.

The handwriting on the card began to be tortured.

His Christmas wishes that year were too general.

Commitment should refer to an abstract time and space.

Time should not be described in such a concrete way.

The winter of Christmas that year has been hidden in the crowd.

Over the years, it has accumulated into insoluble pain.

No matter how it is thawed, it is difficult to restore the original pure water content.

And your injury is so easy to understand.

You tried to slow down the clock on Christmas Eve in this city of fire and silver flowers.

Try to make everyone who receives Christmas cards stop unpacking.

Because loving you forever is a rainbow that disappears as soon as the rain stops. Elvis Presley-Beauty of Song Dynasty

The Beauty of Songs belongs to modern rhymes. The author said: One hundred lyric poems written for myself. ...

As the leading work of modern rhyming poetry, The Poetry focuses on innovation and transcendence of modern ordinary poetry, and strives to learn from the rhyming characteristics of classical forms and pursue a musical beauty shared by poetry and songs. On this basis, poetry tends to express sincere feelings and ethereal and graceful love, capture the soul abyss of human nature and the emotional peak of love and being loved more deeply, refine it deeply with deeper and more sophisticated brushwork, and strive to express the spirituality of feelings and things with more precise strength.

"Always remember you"

Every time I meet you, I pretend to be very happy, for fear that time will be dull and pass away. When I woke up, I mistakenly thought that you were close at hand and never left.

Your beauty is fixed in the 24-year-old photo. All kinds of handsome photography postures are fascinating, and thousands of lovely expressions explain your angelic naughty.

You are like a child, using Lolita to interpret flowers and plants, like an old woman. Your vicissitudes make you cry. You are a fairy, which hurts your eccentricity and mystery.

Can I write one hundred love poems for you to the eighty-eighth issue without permission? I can't breathe in pain. Who can easily replace you?

I didn't have a childhood, but my childhood faded, and my fragrance died everywhere. I am old and miss Wan Li. From then on, everyone I fell in love with was like you.

You cried, how can a woman like the wind make people remember you, how thoroughly you won, and I will always remember you.

"Love is like smoke"

Pick a white cloud in the palm of your hand, release its naughty, and experience the mysterious sky of water and sunshine with the magic of your heart, which cotton candy can't imitate.

Spreading butterfly specimens and brewing huge memories are not magical wings. How to incite a summer of weather crisis and hormone excess, it has always been cautious when facing the opposite sex.

Bookworms and caterpillars are used to watching fireworks and are unremarkable. Regarding this worldly wisdom, they fantasize that food and vegetables are no longer mentioned in life, and the winds and tides are all in life.

You are an angel, and this is a disaster. This is also a painter's masterpiece about the legend of Xu Xian and White Snake. At the moment, the pale marriage is too grand, making blind peacemakers lose their temper.

You stirred the water in the West Lake barefoot, bringing back the memory that the water overflowed Jinshan. Zen is like a dragonfly forgetting some water, and cicadas almost fall to the ground. It turns out that life is like a play, bright and beautiful, dark and beautiful.

Can you stop being beautiful when you are short of oxygen and take a breath? If the sunset persists in setting to the west of the earth, separation is as difficult as childbirth. Please go back in time, starting with herding horses and herding sheep and seeing smoke from cooking.