A poem praising the stars

There is a poem praising the stars 1. Poems about stars

Pretend to be happy every time I see you.

I'm afraid that time is too boring to kill my memory.

When I woke up, I mistakenly thought that you were close at hand and never left.

Your beauty is fixed in the photo of twenty-four years old.

All kinds of handsome photography postures are fascinating.

Thousands of cute expressions explain your angelic naughty.

Like a child, you use Lolita to interpret flowers.

Like an old woman, your vicissitudes make you cry.

Maybe it's an elf that hurts your eccentricity and mystery.

Can I write you a hundred love poems without the permission of Gong Di and Wei Dinglian?

By the eighty-eighth stage, I was breathless with pain.

Beauty is like a cloud, who can easily replace you?

Before the green plum, the green plum withered and the fragrance overflowed.

If you don't see a bamboo horse, you will grow old and miss Wan Li.

From then on, everyone I fell in love with looked like you.

You cry, how can a woman like the wind be remembered?

Look, how thoroughly you won.

I will always remember you, humming a love song alone.

-"Always Remember You"

2. What ancient poems can be used to praise love beans?

For example, Feng Wei's seven secrets in The Book of Songs are classic poems praising men:

"Looking for the Olympics, bamboo embarrassed. There are bandits and gentlemen, such as cutting, cutting and grinding. She is awkward, she is awkward. There are bandits and gentlemen, so you can't be embarrassed.

Looking forward to the Olympics, green bamboo. There are bandits, gentlemen. They will be as good as stars. She's embarrassed. She's embarrassed. There are bandits and gentlemen, so you can't be embarrassed.

Looking forward to the Olympics, green bamboo is like a basket. There are bandits, such as gold, tin, jade, jade. Wide and wide, heavy and heavy. Be good at joking, not abusing. "

This poem not only praises men's beautiful appearance, but also praises their elegance, integrity and awesome character.

Besides, it is often said that "a stranger is like jade and a son is chinese odyssey" is actually not an ancient poem. The rumor comes from an ancient novel in the new century, which is often used by fans to praise male stars for their warm temperament and suitability for ancient costumes.

As for poems describing women, there are countless more, and this kind of theme is a frequent visitor in poetry.

The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned, and the fish dragon dance was cancelled overnight.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Qin Guan

Thousands of trees bloom in the east night, and the stars fall like rain.

3. Seek beautiful essays and poems about stars.

Praise people's ancient rhyme: you can use faint notes, thick Mo Yun and elegant words to soak up secular feelings; Long years, fragrant teas, unique cups and lamps, full of poetic elegance; The clouds are light and the wind is light, holding tea, clever notes and singing warm words; Spring flowers and autumn moon, red dust and flying thoughts spread all over the seasons like songs.

Thinking about this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, holding hands in the world of mortals, getting along day and night, and setting the word for love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering.

That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Stepping on broken sadness, my eyes are frosted, the wind blows, and the cold remains.

Close your eyes, I can't remember your complete smile, the Millennium red dust, at this moment, my world began to snow 1. The paper umbrella is thin and the clouds are miserable. I'm drunk in the western suburbs, and I want to play the flute. I am sad when I am clear, and I am proud all my life. Tears shook the candle. Time flies, cockroaches have been covered with autumn wormwood. Su Mu Gai, singing wine and composing songs in the Red Chamber; Yu Meiren who carved and danced; Drunk flowers, cold and lonely; Golden wisps of music, how many volumes float and sink; Partridge sky, gazing at the past life ... What a pity that the misty rain is fading away and Leng Yue is slightly shallow in attracting China? How to sleep? 2. The ancient rhyme is beautiful and dull, and the beauty of Yan's life is eternal. Gently bounce off the dust on your body, and the vague thoughts draw a shallow rest for you. This is no longer the oath of waiting for the life when the sea dries up and the rocks rot, nor the words of waiting for the life in the romantic month. Who depicts the sorrow of the world, spreading in troubled times, whose endgame is spent in the middle of the night, and whose tears are floating in the fleeting time?

Love, print two hearts. Against the secular dust, the flying eagle is more and more relieved.

Your kindness drives me crazy. So charming, so pathetic.

Small hands embrace each other, and tenderness depends on each other. The lingering embroidery obscured the spring scenery.

A smile is your heart, and a word warms my heart. Looking back on the unfinished fate of my previous life, I shed tears and blamed Meng Po.

Missed the wishes of several generations of buddhas. Yuanyang's neck has become empty. There is no end to hatred. 4. Cook a glass of wine to warm your heart and drink the vicissitudes of life; If you close a window, you can't hide your sadness. Who is still singing at the end of the cloud curtain? Cut a lamp and cross the red makeup in the sky. Are you still the same as before?

When you wake up, there is nowhere to hide when you are lonely. Are you as obsessed as I am? 5. The aftertaste of ancient rhyme, beauty, literature and fragrance is approaching, and I can't smell the oath burning. When your wish turns to ashes, pray again. The seas run dry and the rocks rot too little. It's been a long time.

Without thinking, you can't tell the past of your dreams. Willing to give up the light.

Just for you, I just want to be crazy, promise. 6. Ancient rhyme and beautiful prose with deep tears, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

A wisp of leaves is falling in the autumn wind. There is no limit to the sea of suffering, how can we turn back to the shore? After Qian Fan, how can you look back on the places you have been? Empty and sad.

A person looking at the distant Millennium, obsessed with memories, can the end of reincarnation be never to say goodbye? Who was crushed by the vicissitudes of loneliness? Whose thoughts are hidden in the tearful back? After thousands of years of sadness, who buried my last tear? 7. The butterfly shadow of ancient rhyme is divided into a world, and it composes a song for you alone. It has been in Aika for thousands of years and is willing to dance for you all your life. Draw a cell.

I can't wait to grow old forever. I crave the ethereal world, and my eyes are full of tears. Who will gently wipe off this poison that breaks my heart for me? Tears are accompanied by infatuation. I hope that the flowers will not fall, and the fate will not come apart. Don't think about me.

8. The ancient rhyme and beautiful prose has a beautiful rhyme. Shan Juan dreams of a flower room, enjoys red leaves and flowers, warms the snow-capped mountains in cold clothes, is frivolous and young, hesitates to think about the old building, is drunk with blood, is dying, exhausted, worries about the sky, burns in his heart, lingers in the cold stage, smiles with sleeves, is drunk and greedy, commits peach blossom scenery and is confused. Remember your hopes.

My heart is broken in myself. Sigh lightly, make a few prosperous, beautiful as a roll, but not fleeting.

If you can go back to Iraqi company, what's the harm of asking how much wine you drank? Fire and smoke, fascinated by love. Draw the ground as a prison, when to lock the heart? Your death is over.

The world is full of war and smoke, and Iraqis are drunk. Can we use day and night geometry? Although you are rich, what's the use of your concubine if she can't be with you? 65438+

Backhand pipa, full moon in the west wing, velvet snow on the sleeve. The soul is still drunk, and the willow withered by the river. When will it stop? If you want to leave your sadness, who will look back at you for the rest of your life? 1 1. A song and a glass of wine.

Heartbroken, lovesick. If time goes back, can we play music from all over the world together?

If reborn, can you compose music only for Iraqis? Wrong, wrong, wrong song, wrong song, wrong life.

Miss someone, miss someone, miss someone. Listen, listen to warm music, listen to cold music, and understand the heart.

If you are a woman, please hum along. If you are a man, please be careful what you say.

12. Ancient rhymes and beautiful essays hold swords for you. The more tireless Qianshan is, the more rivers and mountains are covered, and the stormy waves are lapping on the shore, making blood shed on earth. It's warm in the sunset across the cliff, and I promise you a lifetime oath, unchanged, because of you, my only attachment in this life.

Breaking the wolf wants to fight, and the lone star is cold; Gone with the world of mortals, seven kills and seven kills. What's the difference between purple and sky? In troubled times, the sky was opened with a sword, and I couldn't bear to see this floating chaos, but I finally sent a beautiful thing with this broken state funeral! 65438+

Exhausted elegance, lonely face. Whose mind was broken? A dress caressed the cold light of the moon and crossed the barrier of Qian Shan, only for a brief lingering.

14. The beauty of ancient rhyme falls gently and melts little by little. Looking from a distance, there is a trace of heartache.

Flowers are endless, and goodness is like flowing water. Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay.

It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. At that moment, the flowers fell and you resigned.

At that moment, Shao Hua was nowhere to be found. At that moment, the lonely shadow wet the clothes with tears.

15. The ancient rhyme dust has been fixed, and the lead flower has been washed. Who trapped her hand and poured it out of the world? Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful.