First Poem:\Sitting alone in the secluded forest\Gazing until the dreams of the mortal world fade\Putting pen to paper with a light sigh\The strings fall, intending to summon peaches\The full moon looks over the secluded forest
Second Poem:\Sitting alone in a small secluded place\Gazing until the dreams of the mortal world fade\Putting pen to paper with a light sigh\The strings fall, intending to forget peaches\The full moon is like a secluded forest
Neither Xian Yue nor I are professionals; if there are parts that are not well written, please point them out to help us correct them. Thank you.
Which poem is better???
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//Same feeling…
Uh~~~
OP, are you sure this is a poem?
A good poem of lewd pleasure
Hang oneself from the southeast branch…
Crescent Moon, who is it again?
A lifetime, a death, a cycle of reincarnation, \ originally a wanderer in the mortal world. Like fluff, like rain, like flying fragments. \ I ask you, how can you recognize me? \ "Written by myself, please don't criticize"
The crescent moon is a sofa
I don't have much knowledge in my gut, so I can't give advice... Calling out Qian! — A recognized literary youth
There are many kinds of poems, it's just that I don't know which kind of poem Moli Shang thinks is good...
I am a silly young person, I don't understand anything.
Third floor, please watch your words!!
Forget it, I prefer classical-style poetry.
I cheated her out of 1 billion; she's definitely targeting me. Jasmine, what do you think?
The ancient style is difficult to grasp in terms of artistic conception, and it is often ornate but impractical.
I am talking about that kind of artistic conception.
Classical-style poetry values artistic conception; the more pleasant it sounds when read, the less good the poem usually is.
Tch~ Me picking on you? When have I ever not been the one you were mocking! How am I picking on you?
OP and Yaoyao, don't get excited!
Take a look at the artistic conception of my poem 'Watching the Moon': \ The cold wind is lonely, filling my heart with sorrow; snow and rain drift, freezing the half-moon boat; the sound of thunder appears intermittently in the sky's ravine; ink clouds cover and conceal the moonlit cave's shame.
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