Judging from the poetic style, before liberation, Ai Qing cursed the darkness and eulogized the light with deep, intense and unrestrained brushwork. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he continued to praise the people, praise the light and think about life. His songs "Return" are more extensive in content, deeper in thought, deeper in emotion, more diverse in techniques and more sophisticated in art. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, his poems are Cheers, Gem Red Star, Cape, Spring, Song of Return, Colorful Poems, Exotic Poems, Snow Lotus and Ai Qing. Ai Qing became an outstanding person with his singing style full of artistic individuality, and practiced his poetic aesthetic proposition of "simplicity, simplicity, concentration and liveliness".

Write a poem with "I love Ai Qing". I love strings and love beauty.

Love is touching and affectionate.

You and I both like the full moon.

Hao Cao man yuan

Hua Tianxin

Butterfly's romance is gentle.

Life and dreams are like meeting for the first time.

Love life * * * Chen Juan

Accompany each other in the world

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I wrote it according to your request, all rhyming. I'll give you four more sentences. I hope you like it. Milan cats haunt, O (∩ _ ∩) O ~ ~ ~ ~

Wish you all the best. If you are satisfied, please adopt it in time. . . . . .

Poetry with "I Love Ai Qing" can be homophonic ... Liu Sheng's amorous feelings are not as good as Yue Feng's Lingzhu. Jade bone's Zuziqi, like a fairy, loves my white jade pot and gives you a beauty and pearls.

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Poetry is the poet's emotional expression of the scene and environment at that time. Whether it is Li Sao style, ancient poetry style, modern poetry or modern poetry, it is just a form of poetry.

The most beautiful thing is to stand at the height of human history to flash the aura of poetry. Therefore, poetry is literature in literature. Poetry is everywhere in the field of art.

Poetic beauty is the highest embodiment of artistic beauty. The beauty of poetry also appears in the non-literary field from time to time, and the exquisite fragments in scientific works even exude wisdom in people's life and work.

In fact, don't forget what you once had, cherish what you can't get, don't give up what belongs to you, and keep what you lost as a memory. Life is like a one-way ticket without a return trip. Every performance is broadcast live. Grasping every performance is the best treasure. Looking back on the past carefully, tears when you are sad and drunkenness when you are happy will all be investigated.

In the long years, we are all passers-by in a hurry. All the memories of the past may be a little melancholy, maybe some pain and sadness. No matter whether this dream of life comes true or not, we have to face it. We have no intention of staying or staying.

Life is like a dream, a dream is like life, a hurried life, lingering years, ebb and flow,,, always miss many people and things, always leave many reluctant memories in my heart. There are many things in the world that can only be seen clearly in the past. There is a kind of love, obviously deep love, but the expression is not perfect. There is a kind of love that knows to give up, but is unwilling to leave. There is a kind of love that you know is suffering, but you can't hide it. There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way forward, but the heart is not easy to find. Love can be temporary or lifelong. Leave because of love, give up because of love. It sounds great, but who can really give up for love? A person is not lonely, but a person is lonely. Love becomes a burden only when you care too much about someone.

In fact, I thought I could forget, but the tears I shed didn't lie to myself. There is a feeling that you can only store it with your heart, and some people and things will never be forgotten.

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Ai Qing wrote a poem imitating I Love This Land. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a happy voice. This golden field, nourished by the spring rain, is filled with rivers of people's happiness, the gentle breeze and the sunset coming from the horizon with bloodshot eyes. Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the soil. Why are my eyes full of hope? Because I love this land deeply. . . .

Write a poem imitating Ai Qing's I Love This Land. I love this forum.

Author: Shi Shuo Xin Yu Publication Date: August 3, 2002 20: 04: 54.

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(Imitating Ai Qing's "I Love This Land")

If I were a bird,

I also want to say a wonderful post in a hoarse voice:

This forum was hit by posts,

This river is always full of our thoughts,

This kind of endless bragging about netizens,

And warm greetings from netizens. ...

Even though I am tired,

Even the midnight dream is hidden in the land of the forum.

Why can't I take my hand off the keyboard?

Because I love this forum deeply. ...

I love the sea (poetry)

I like the sea.

-Imitate Ai Qing's I Love This Land

Author: The Broken Ship in Wang Yang

If I were a sunken ship in the Wang Yang,

I should also use worn-out mast sails to point out the way forward:

This rough sea,

This never-ending storm of anger,

At this time, the dazzling sunlight shines up and down,

The exciting landing came from a rough heart. ...

Then I sank,

Even the tarpaulin was crushed in the sea.

Why do I often have wounds?

Because I love the sea deeply. ...

Looking forward to a poem by Ai Qing.

Ai Qing

A sailor said:

Inspired by his favorite anchor.

That white spray ...

A sailor said:

What pleased him most was that the anchor was broken.

Noise of chain ...

Looking forward to leaving

Hope of arrival

1979 March, Shanghai

Imitate the poet Ai Qing's I Love This Land.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing loudly:

This land soaked by the spring tide,

This will always carry our river,

This endless wind blows the hope of spring,

And the tears on her face when she woke up from the pain ...

Then I flapped my wings,

Blossom golden feathers in the sun.

Why are there tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

Write a poem imitating Ai Qing's I Love This Land. If I were a cloud,

I should also walk at a brisk pace;

This land illuminated by the sun,

This happy stream runs forward forever,

This dazzling star shines forever,

A fresh breeze from the forest ...

Then I turned into rain,

Even tears melt in the soil.

Why are my eyes full of tears?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

If I were a sunken ship in the Wang Yang,

I should also use worn-out mast sails to point out the way forward:

This rough sea,

This never-ending storm of anger,

At this time, the dazzling sunlight shines up and down,

The exciting landing came from a rough heart. ...

Then I sank,

Even the tarpaulin was crushed in the sea.

Why do I often have wounds?

Because I love the sea deeply. ...