forwards and backwards poem

Love you till the end of time, till the end of time, till the You are my one and only, my everything, my everything. No matter when and where, I will be by your side to accompany you through every difficulty. I want to spend every beautiful moment by your side, every sunset and sunrise. I want to see the beautiful scenery of the world with you and enjoy the beauty of life. I want to share everything with you, including my happiness and pain. You're the only one in my heart, and you'll always be the only one. I'm willing to give up everything for you because you deserve all my love and sacrifice. My heart is filled with love and longing for you, and it will never stop. I love you forever.

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This poem could be read backwards, but the meaning was different. Below was a poem that could be read backwards: This place is barren and barren Then you came here Miraculously, everything grows This is my heart

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This poem was called 'Broken Chapter'. It was not a Song Ci, but a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan. The full text of the poem is as follows: Deng yuquelou The white sun is leaning against the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea current. I want to see a thousand miles and climb another level. The wind and rain in the pavilion at night, the rooster crows, the mountain is clearer. When the truth comes out, I still hear the names of ancient people. broken chapter It's better to put away the beautiful bones in the brocade bag and wave the pure land to cover the romantic mood. Although this life is short, I have experienced many things. As a guest in a foreign land, it is also my hometown.

Falling flowers meet you again is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Presented Wei Eight Chushi." The whole poem is as follows: In autumn I look back at you, still floating in the wind, not yet on cinnabar, ashamed of Ge Hong. Who is the hero who drinks and sings in vain? In the season of falling flowers, I meet you again and sing loudly on the high tower. I wish to be in the ashes with dust and ashes. Explanation: In this poem, Du Fu recalled the days when he once drank and had fun with his good friend Wei Ba, singing and drinking. Now that his good friend had passed away, he had become a drifting grass. He could not help but sigh at the impermanence of life. At the end of the poem, Du Fu expressed his longing for his good friend Wei Ba and also expressed his lofty aspirations.

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Su Dongbo was a famous Chinese poet and songwriter who was born in 1960 and died in 2016. His poems and works cover many topics, including love, nature, society, history, and culture. His works were fresh and natural, poetic and philosophical, and were loved by readers. His representative works included "Rainy Night Flower","Spring Night Happy Rain","The River is Red","Song of Everlasting Sorrow" and so on. Among them, Rainy Night Flower was regarded as one of his masterpieces. It expressed his thoughts on life and love in a fresh and natural language. Su Dongbo's poems and lyrics had a high reputation and influence in China and around the world. He had won many literary and artistic awards, including the Chinese Literature Award and the World Literature and Art Contribution Award.

I'm not a fan of online literature. I'm a person who likes to read novels. I can answer questions about language and knowledge. There were some famous poems in the novel, Feng Qiuhuang, such as: The mountain has trees, the trees have branches, and the heart delights you, but you don't know it. Song of the Yue People (2) For eternity, there is a time when this hatred will never end. Song of Everlasting Sorrow 3. The flower man stands alone, and the swallows fly in pairs. "Fairy of Linjiang·Dream of the Tower's High Lock" In the green garden, the sunflowers wait for the sun to dry. In spring, all things in the world shine. I often worry that the yellow flowers will wither when the autumn festival comes. When will the rivers flow east to the sea and return to the west? If you don't work hard in your youth, you'll be sad in your old age. Song of Everlasting Sorrow These poems all had some love, life, and nature topics that could be used to express the emotions and situations in the novel. If you have any other questions about 'Feng Qiuhuang,' feel free to ask me.

This poem was from Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields". I plant beans in the grass under the south mountain. The bean sprouts are sparse. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. The birds are longing for the old woods and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss. Three thousand feet down the stream, I suspect it's the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens. The bright moon shines on the deep ditch and its shadow enters the cool autumn mat. Birds fly back home, fish jump into the clear water. When I was young, I left home. When I was old, I returned to my hometown. My accent never changed. My hair on my temples has withered. When the children saw each other, they did not know each other. They smiled and asked where the guests came from.