Who will create the first original poem???
As the title says, looking for original love poems, preferably four lines.... ::>_<::
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Bamboo hides the pavilion window, with slender tips and leaves, each leaf green, new shadows like last night. In dreams, the Weaver Girl rejoices on the Magpie Bridge, gracefully waving her sleeves, her icy skin like snow. Alas, the dust of the world dances and shatters, flying lightly, yet also leaving one empty and haggard. Half a lifetime of longing, a lifetime of intoxication, I, known as the Cowherd, find no pleasure at all.??
(Meeting) When will I meet you / For this one season / I cut down the whole late autumn / To pave the road for our meeting / That bright red memory / In dreams / Dyed the autumn red / Every maple leaf / Narrates my longing for you / On this restless sleepless night / I have been waiting / To meet you.
You think writing poetry is that easy… and you want me to make a few more… I haven't had any inspiration lately, go ask Salted Egg, save me, Qian..
Once again, the autumn scenery of Flat Mountain is visible; do not speak of the sounds of autumn, scattered and bright like fire. Proud flowers bloom on the branches, and after they bloom, they follow their own ways.\ A ray of flowing eyes evokes affection for her grace, smiling at the fleeting years, as if mist and clouds have passed. Her brows depict heavenly sorrow yet the journey remains unfinished, and a half-curved cold moon pierces the long sky.
Fate.\In a past life, it connects to the present.\Meeting by the curtain, longing and joy.\Encountering fragrant grass, half a note of heart matters.\The sound of spring sighs fills the trees, light wisps like strings of Chu clouds.\Orioles flit around the two windows gracefully, lotus waves entwined with lingering melodies.\A pool of flower shadows in half-river mist, in dreams, the water town willows hold smoke.\[Huan Xi Sha]\Since ancient times, deep feelings linger by the willow, small red notes fall in the wind, the spring scene of the lotus pond misted over the lake.\Sparse shadows at the Orchid Pavilion pluck melodies while lying down, fragrant flowers speak subtly in elegant poetic couplets, willow threads hook the intoxication of Chu, lingering and tender.\——————\Alright, that's it, too much for a headache.
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