It was fine to write poems that were composed by oneself, but it would be best if they were a little sad.

2024-09-23 04:17

An example of Qian Mo's poem was as follows: 1."Divination of Plum Blossoms" Wind and rain send spring back, snow comes to welcome spring. Already on the cliff, a hundred feet high, the ice still has beautiful flowers and branches. Pretty girl doesn't fight for spring, she just brings it back. When the mountain flowers were blooming, she would smile in the bushes. 2."Bu Suanzi·Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass" The grass on the plain withers and thrives once a year. The wildfire never ends, and the spring breeze blows, it grows again. The far-off fragrance encroaches on the ancient road, the clear green connecting the deserted city. And send the king's grandson away, full of parting feelings. 3. Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi When will the bright moon appear? I take my wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. I dance to make clear how the shadow seems to be in the world. I turn to the vermilion pavilion, and the low door of the palace is illuminated by the light, sleepless. Should not hate, what long will it last until the time of parting? 4. Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi When I return, I miss my hair in front of the flowers. I don't know where the autumn frost can be found in the mirror. An example of the poem he wrote himself was as follows: 1 "Mooring at Niushui and Recalling the Past" At night, there are no clouds in the blue sky. Climbing high, it is magnificent. The vast river between heaven and earth does not return. Yellow clouds, thousands of miles of wind, white waves, nine flowing snow mountains. Far away from the Heavenly Lake, the fireworks in March fell in Yangzhou. "Difficult Journey (Part 1)" The golden spears and iron horses were like tigers. A journey of thousands of miles, thousands of miles of danger, for the sake of the nation, for the sake of home. Where is the man in the wind and rain? Only a thousand lines of tears remain. No.3: Mooring at Niushui and Reminiscing the Past At night, there are no clouds in the blue sky. Climbing high, it is magnificent. The vast river between heaven and earth does not return. Yellow clouds, thousands of miles of wind, white waves, nine flowing snow mountains. Far away from the Heavenly Lake, the fireworks in March fell in Yangzhou.