1. Poems praising a city
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang Meng Haoran here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven.
and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang. I want to cross the water to find the boat and oars, the holy age of Homebound is really ashamed.
as I sit here and watch a fisherman casting, just like a fairy fish. (Praise Dongting Lake) It is a painful process to walk in a text/chapter.
Tired, hungry, cold, dark and lonely, a narrow road, surrounded by cold walls. I touch the rough wall, leaving dirt on my fingers. My dirty fingers are going to touch your face, and then draw a beautiful mask on your face to make you an honest person.
You are an honest person, living in the basement of a high-rise building in a city. You can't see the stars or the moon in your low window, but you can only see the dogs in the community. I wore my most expensive dress to see you. There were countless shining beads, transparent tulle and layered lace on that dress.
I saw it outside the window of the shopping mall and felt that I would become a princess if I wore it. When I kept skipping meals on the pretext of losing weight, saved money to buy it and showed it to you in it.
The look on your face that you are going to throw up makes me understand that nothing I wear will turn me into a princess. I am a clown, playing with gestures to please you, and you laugh, but you are laughing at me.
I can't tell the meaning behind your smile. I am a stupid person.
I am a gluttonous patient. I have been eating all the edible food at home for countless nights.
I look at the frozen dumplings in the refrigerator. When they are soft and cold, they will have hard hearts and make you feel sick after eating. I feel my soul smiling when I dig them out with my hands and eat them bit by bit.
After that, I cooked myself another bag of noodles. With nausea, I continued to eat three bags of potato chips. I ate apples, oranges, drank milk and finally ate bread.
in order to digest these foods, I rolled on my bed. My cold sweat has been running down my face.
my sheet is very white, and my sweat slowly soaked it. It was a little painful, so it frowned and looked helpless.
There is no expression on my twisted face that you can see. I've learned that pain is never an expression, but an act.
I will make breakfast for you with swollen face and eyes at dawn, and I will always fry the eggs, which will make the porridge super thick. I will carefully put it in an aluminum lunch box and ride a bike for 35 minutes through the city in the early morning to send it to you.
I will see you smiling, lifting it up and dumping it into the trash can. Then you return the lunch box to me, and I will go home by bike for 35 minutes.
I have never been able to fry eggs and cook porridge well, because you have never commented. You didn't say it was terrible. Please make it better next time.
if you say it once, I will try my best to do it well. However, you didn't, so I will repeat the original appearance every time.
nobody wakes up early in the city. What should you do when all the gorgeous lights come to an end, when silence changes from the gap in the cold wind to a poisonous snake that devours your thoughts?
I just watched Baudelaire's Flowers of Evil through a dim lamp. He said in a clean voice, "A group of demons, like countless crowded parasites, are eating and drinking in our minds. With their breathing companions, death flows into our chests, and the invisible river makes a deep moan." I finally found out that the reason why my brain is empty has become the devil's food. I wonder if the devil will vomit.
will they just throw up in my brain, so my brain becomes very dirty. There is a French woman named catherine breillat, who likes to fiddle with her body and desires. She clamors to let her desires show their true nature.
Women are wrapped in themselves, pretending to tell them that they are chaste women, but in fact they are all sluts in their bones. This woman thinks that she is very talented. She directed several films full of primitive desires, such as A Real Girl, In Bud, and Sister Erotic, all of which are women's desires. They laugh foolishly, just like sows in heat.
every time I watch it, I eat something. After eating, I will vomit in the toilet, and then I will watch it. I spent the whole day in a room with curtains. I didn't know whether the outside world still changed day and night, but I kept vomiting.
actually, my real purpose is to get those dirty things out of my head. Don't bother me, I'm actually cleaner than anyone else.
I like someone, but in his eyes, I'm just a fly, inciting little wings to fly around him. He's going crazy with boredom.
but he was dirty, so he never killed me. So I live, in my dream, I always hope that I can become his princess and be spoiled by him all my life.
two: ALL BEAUTY MUST DIE text /Syd I like loneliness. A person with the same name as smoked meat said: People who like loneliness are either beasts or gods. I think I belong to the former.
I'm crazy, totally crazy. I hate all beautiful things, which are hypocritical and untrue.
There is a lyric in one of Nick Cave's songs that I always admire: All Beauty Must Die. All beautiful things should die. They don't deserve to live in this ugly world.
They cover up their ugly hearts with glamorous appearances, and perform hypocritical performances in broad daylight. At night, they will reveal their true selves, and that dirty and despicable soul dominates this glamorous body. They will have sex with prostitutes in shabby little hotels, and they will drink inferior wine in small bars.
I like ugly women, they are the most authentic, without any embellishment. Obviously, I hate beautiful women, and I hate women who are ugly but insist on dressing themselves up beautifully.
that's a betrayal of human nature. I worship Marquis de Sade, and I am infatuated with pasolini.
They truly show the most primitive evil and desire in human nature, and tear off this seemingly normal and beautiful skin in the world. I live in the basement, which is cold, lonely and dark.
I don't need others, I don't need sunshine, I don't need warmth. I was naked in the house, and I returned to my original appearance, the original appearance when I came to this world.
I don't know when sex began to lose its pleasure and nothing interested me. I like to lock myself in the house. 2. What are the poems describing the "city"
Looking at Yangzhou
Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang
Ruan Ji Lin Guangwu, Du Fu Deng blows Taiwan.
high emotions are generous, and predecessors and descendants mourn.
Jiang Zuo Li Yang Yun, copper camel fly ash.
On the 24th Bridge Month, Chu prisoners came today.
Record the Old Events in Yangzhou
Time: Song Author: Chen Zao
He Gong chewed the pistils of this willow branch, and Yan Tai enjoyed the poets' poems coolly.
the national color and fragrance are all things, and Qiongzhi Bi Yue believes in good words.
I've always played against the flute and drum, and Chushan is profound and self-sufficient.
If you go to Linqiong in the daytime, it is difficult for parrots to whisper.
After a long time of sorrow and sorrow, I turned my head to Yun Hong.
from a distance, I know that I am afraid of everyone, but it's hard to work hard to bear the mountain.
if you dare to come back and humiliate your shirt, Jin Yu hides his shortcomings and hides his illness.
As soon as the guest recited the duck stamp, Lu Hu, the eastern monarch, imposed strict laws.
The wind is blowing and the green fan is touching the sky, while drinking, I am hard of hearing and thinking of my husband.
The swallow in the building is the palm rest, and I thank you for your kindness.
Time: Tang Author: Xu Yin
In the old calendar, it is necessary to remember the waste and prosper, and to be extravagant and frugal.
The fire only burned the Qin tomb, and the thief's eyes never looked at Baling.
the frying of bells and drums makes people feel anxious, but it's hard to win when the princes change.
it's better to catch the clear stream and the moon, and your heart will be clear.
A Night in Chang 'an
Time: Tang Author: Xu Hun
Long nights of complaints, the west wind blowing geese. The clouds move to the shallow river, and the moon is full of dew and clear.
hide your silence and meditate alone, slow down your songs and send your feelings in vain. There is a way home in front of the door, and it is handed over to Luoyang City.
Luoyang Zuo
Date: Tang Author: Zhang Ji
Tianzi County, Luoyang, Jingu Shi Chong Township. The grass color invades the official road, and the flowers branch out of the garden wall.
when a book is finished, it will drive away guests, and when it is finished, it will become a lang. It's not my business to be poor and humble, but to travel west and think of self-improvement. 3. What are the poems that express love for a place?
Chapter IV of Leshan Xiaomei 1: Panama was ambitious and wandered far away alone.
don't be sad when you break up. In the sunset, when you are talking, why are you in tears? Who sings the mountain outside the cloud? Singing takes me to sleep. Although thousands of miles apart, the sky is not old, the land is not barren, and tonight * * * this bright moonlight.
Xiaomei 2: There is good wine in New Orleans, Mississippi River, and the fragrance of the wine is washed away, which is a little sad. The river flows quietly to the south, and the moon in the water sends tenderness.
The shepherd boy follows me, and the moonlight engulfs the sheep and cows. All the paths are secluded and secluded, with flowers pressing the branches.
Xiaomei 3: Ask Wuhu Lake again in the Great Lakes Dream. I wonder when the geese will return. Idiot women have no tears, why are wanderers sad about this? Looking at North America, there are piles of shows, and the annual spring breeze blows. The spring breeze makes people intoxicated, and people are drunk to report the spring glow.
Xiaomei 4: John Muir moved into the mountains last year, just to listen to the rain at night. Countless, how many pains have you dispelled for me? What is the companion after the rain? Osmanthus fragrans in August and chrysanthemum in September, and the holy wheatgrass floats all over the house.
into the heart, into thousands of strands of tenderness. Xiaomei 5: Washington's new world, new land and new style, coming and going, galloping fast.
I have enjoyed myself for a generation. In the spring, when you climb high in March, you can sing high songs and sing the world.
this life is doomed to never give up, with lofty sentiments. Get back on your feet and forget that you are old.
it's as strong as it used to be: seeking people's safety and protecting the country. Xiaomei 6: Why did the Lincoln hero leave? People cry and can't stop it.
pieces of snowflakes fly down the bitter place. Who looks for me in the snow? Endless, endless road.
when the sea is calm and the sky is quiet, the drums are heard intermittently. Seeking for the people has its own help.
yesterday, I gave up my life and forgot my death: my feelings remain the same, and my heart remains the same. Xiaomei 7: Roosevelt's children are like my brothers.
it's hard to be far-sighted when there are many sufferings in the world. Heaven rewards diligence with heaven, earth carries things with virtue, and man strives for self-improvement and wins God's favor.
Xiaomei 8: Pardon the past in the old city of Havana, and make a new chapter in the new city. In the country of individuality, individuality loves different days.
black candy and cigars bring a new space. People in the new space enjoy themselves, romance and joy.
Xiaomei 9: How many treasures are there in the Queen Charlotte Islands? How many different treasures? How much god knows. Only the best love is carved, and there is no history to remember the troubles.
As love grows, the world becomes smaller, and saxifrage grows under lilies. Spruce, cedar, hemlock, hairy woodpecker.
Xiaomei 1: It was a dream to meet Brazil again. Why did you break up in such a hurry? You once sang for me, and I will sing for you all my life. I have wandered to the end of the world, and you are like a bright moon in the sky.
how many children have long tears? Are in joys and sorrows. Xiaomei 11: The strong wind in Miami left a mark, and the great evil left a mark.
only in picturesque scenery, it is always appropriate to avoid the cold and summer. Coconut groves, marshes, still sky blue and lake blue.
In the past, God's waiting room is now a holy metropolis. Xiaomei 12: The big Sur rock is easy to destroy, and the heart is hard to destroy. The feet are crazy, the chest is crazy, and the top gun is in the sky.
It's spring all over California, and people are proud of themselves for generations and generations, laughing at the coquettish world. Xiaomei 13: Guyana and Suriname have hopes in their dreams, and there is a strange fate in their hopes.
Seven continents are connected by fate, and Zhouzhou and I are connected to Jin Lan. Guyana, Suriname, another year of singing and dancing.
Yingge calls me poems, while Yanwu brings me smiles. Xiaomei 14: Paraguay and Uruguay have unlimited scenery in South America, and a lover was born this year.
Sitting on Brazilian red agate, I miss Burmese green jade. Paraguay, Uruguay, mountains and rivers are auspicious.
Every village sings and dances, and every household enjoys delicious food. Xiaomei 15: Las Vegas used to be dressed as lichen, once a beautiful woman turned into a lion, and once people's hearts floated, they all came to Vegas to find a turning point.
Happy together, delicious food, like smoke, the past is fading away. As long as there is God in your heart, there are olive branches everywhere.
Xiaomei 16: Glacier lakes in Torre de Payne Park surround forests, and waterfalls are chic to this day. Now I have entered an animation dream, an animation village in an animation dream.
camel and goat are friendly, but rabbits and foxes are not wary. American lions and flamingos are as close as ever.
Xiaomei 17: A summer paradise in Minnesota waters, with wild flowers blooming and wandering hearts in fairy tales. The playful salmon dives and the cunning beaver swims on the water.
meet who? Forget with whom? Who is holding the boat with? Who does the moose dance for? Who does the loon sing softly for? Xiaomei 18: The small courtyard of hills and streams in coastal provinces of Canada is windy, foggy and misty. Red-haired Anne rolled it in her hand and put it in the small room of the green room.
White waves, silver beaches and lighthouses protect Peggy Bay. Maple leaves are romantic when they are young, and peaceful when they are red.
Xiaomei 19: The Cliff Palace in Mesaweid Park, a precipice hall, once made a wish for love. Make a wish for peace in this life and romance in the afterlife.
spruce tree house, air inn, once dreamed of love. Dreaming about the terraced fields in the distance, dreaming about the brilliance in the heart.
Xiaomei 2: Hundreds of thousands of people in Rio joined in, and flowers and ribbons were thrown together. Jazz rock is too arrogant, and it is lively until dawn.
the samba girl is the most flamboyant, and her hair is fluttering in the heat wave. Passion burns like fire, mind swings, who ripples to the sky for? Xiaomei 21: Jamaica is enjoying the sunset glow and the afterglow, and Lega music is flying all over the sky.
Royal Sea Golf, night wind blowing on Zhulin Street. Red ribbon beer, blue mountain coffee, and a toast under the horse tree.
trees and trees are happy in the dream bay and don't want to go home. Xiaomei 22: How much passion is there in Toronto? How many fires have burned? The village of Heixi is not small, but the central street of Baicheng is wide.
Lake Huron, Ontario, Casa Loma is not lonely. The queen's pier is full of canoes, and the sunset is sent to Queen's West Street.
Xiaomei 23: Vancouver is a big city and a small village with white sails like clouds and trees. From the spring snow to the ancient times, mountains and rivers have flowed to the present.
Fairy tales are everywhere, joy is everywhere, and flowers are everywhere to welcome the Spring Festival. Colorful Time House, Vancouver Menghua Govern.
Xiaomei 24: Montreal's romantic love harbor, chic love river. Romantic lakes and mountains reflect the scenery, and chinese odyssey is unique.
great urban prosperity comes from great harmony. Latin customs art festival, fascinating, fascinating.