Weeping willows linger, the cool breeze blows, the blue waves ripple, and the small bridge stands alone.
Being in such an environment, I often think about the ancients admiring the moon, and the unstoppable love in the royal family...
What should I do?
A poem written by a friend inspired me to become interested in writing poetry, because I believe that, apart from prose, only poetry can express such a beautiful artistic conception.
Thus, "Plum Blossoms, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" was born. Here I expressed my imagination in the form of poetry, and for the first time I felt the joy of filling in a hole.
It's just that I have just stepped into the poetry world, or I can't even step into the threshold of the poetry world. I am just amusing myself. Naturally, I have many shortcomings. I hope you can give me some advice. It is indeed very cold here, but I still read some book reviews, both criticism and praise. No matter what they are, they are the steps that have made my poetry a step further. I want to thank these people.
I also hope you can leave more messages, I will cherish every message!
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