The moment it blooms, it is full of courage and splendor that will soon be disillusioned. Female writer, formerly known as Li Jie Anni Baby

, shed her wings, which was careless and tragic, broke through the initial thorns, brushed the dust and welcomed the bloom. Yang Mi, China actress and singer

Human beings are plants that make thoughts blossom and bear fruit, just as roses bloom on a rose tree and apples are covered on an apple tree. Antoine Faber Dorevi

Love is a beautiful wave that keeps blooming in the long river of life, but the long river can't go back because of enjoying the beautiful wave. Mo Guiying

He is lonelier than fireworks. Fireworks bloom invisibly and disappear into nothing, with a short release and endless loneliness. Chen Guo, a teacher at Fudan University, 2. Ask for help, poems or lyrics about "Youth Blooming", Both of them are better

believe believe

Lyrics: Hongyu

Composer: Enkhbayar

Singing: Hongyu

always wants to fly to the sky

to stand side by side with the sun

always believes in hope

he is around

showing off his youth

without horizon

.

Let your heart be full of hope

Don't care whether there is wind or rain in the future

Believe

Let the passion ignite your dreams

Let the songs reverberate

Let your youth bloom

Let your dreams fly

Always want to ride the wind

Go ahead

Always believe that your dreams

He will come true < The scene

The center of the stage

is wonderful

Believe that

fills my heart with hope

I don't care whether the future

is blocked by wind and rain

Believe that

Let passion ignite dreams

Let songs reverberate

Let youth bloom

Let dreams fly

Believe that

Believe that. Whether there will be wind and rain in the future

I believe

Let passion ignite dreams

Let youth bloom

Let dreams fly

Let dreams fly

Let dreams fly

Let dreams fly

3. Are there any ancient poems describing flowers in full bloom

1. Li Chun

Tang Dynasty.

less beard is good in color, and more branches are left.

peach and plum branches can always move everywhere.

how expensive is it? But I'm afraid someone will know.

definition: in spring, flowers and plants are abundant, and spring flowers bloom best. The color is good at first, and it is brilliant when it is lush. So many peach and plum branches can survive wherever they are moved. Why is Lichun precious? Say it out for fear of being known.

Second, Mo Mei

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian

The head trees in my home, Xiyan Lake, all have pale ink marks.

don't be boasted of good colors, just keep your breath clean and dry.

Interpretation: There is a plum tree near my home in Xiyan Lake, and the blossoming plum blossoms are like being stained with faint ink. It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just to diffuse the fragrance between heaven and earth.

Third, Xuemei I

Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo

Mei Xue refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet's court commented on the pen fee.

Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance.

definition: plum blossom and snowflake both think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will admit defeat. It is difficult for poets to write critical articles. To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms for a period of fragrance.

Fourth, cold chrysanthemum/painted chrysanthemum

Song Dynasty: Zheng Sixiao

There are not many flowers in bloom, and the interest of independent hedgerow is not exhausted.

it's better to hold incense on the branches and die than to be blown into the north wind.

Interpretation: Chrysanthemum is in full bloom in autumn, never interacting with flowers, standing alone by the sparse fence, and its sentiment and interest are not poor. I would rather wither and die in the branches than blow in the cold north wind!

V. Chanting Chrysanthemum

In Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin

The rogue poet was unconscious and invaded, and he drowned himself around the fence.

There are beautiful flowers on the tip of my hair, and I write in the frost, and my mouth is full of fragrance, singing to the moon.

a paper full of self-pity and complaints, who will tell Qiu Xin?

once Tao ling commented on the chapter, the eternal high wind said today.

Interpretation: The irresistible poetic interest pestered me from morning till night, so I had to walk around the fence or lean on a stone and whisper alone. The tip of the pen contains wisdom to copy Qiu Ju, and the tongue contains fragrance to Qiu Ju to chant to the moon. The paper is full of their own worries. Who can understand their inner feelings through a few words? Qiu Ju's noble character has been praised by people since Tao Qian wrote ode to Ju. 4. Appreciation of the modern poem "Bloom"

Bloom/Mu Guirong's night lights bloom with me at the same time, opening myself up layer by layer until it is deeper. I spread myself on the desktop and let the poem read. I let the readers feel like me, and a few petals of fragrance overflow. Appreciation of the poem says: At night, the lights bloom with me at the same time/I open myself layer by layer until it is deeper/I say: It's dead of night, especially after zero, where is the window open?

Today's poets are really not easy. There are very few paid publishing gardens, and the unpaid gardens are difficult to manage, so they have to post a lot on the Internet. So online poetry developed, so we met online to say hello, and a feeling of kindness came into being, knowing each other and encouraging the complex of not giving up poetry.

So when the night comes, the lights come on, and the poet's heart lights up at the same time, and the material lights and spiritual lights complement each other. I noticed that you used the verb "bloom" to describe this situation, and therefore made a poem about it.

If you are an old-fashioned or rigid Chinese teacher, you must say that your words are inappropriate. He will say that "blooming" can only modify nouns like flowers, such as peony, peony, hibiscus and rose, even fireworks and sparks will do. Neither the light nor you belong to the genus of flowers, so why "bloom"? -It is such a serious, sincere and naive teacher who instills it in groups of students, so that their students, especially those with the nature of "cups", can no longer read poetry.

Students who can't read poetry grow up, get married and have children, and their children can't read poetry either. As a result, fewer and fewer people read poetry, so it is said that the poet himself has turned poetry into a dead end.

actually, there is no sign of the road of poetry. I think it is blooming in a colorful and beautiful way. Just as science is constantly developing and needs to be popularized, so "popular science" came into being, so poetry is developing, and perhaps there should be a "poetry general" born in response to "life".

for example, talk about "metaphor". In fact, this is easy to explain, but a few words.

For example, your blooming is a metaphor. Flowers are beautiful and can bloom, so are the lights. If you are a poetess or beautiful, why can't you bloom? If we restore the "hidden" metaphor, it is: "At night, the golden lights and my beautiful mood bloom like hibiscus flowers at the same time."

Omit the vehicle and the modifier together, leaving only a verb that modifies the vehicle, and it becomes "At night, the light blooms with me at the same time". If you don't understand this transformation, the poet thinks that all verbs can be used, which makes people confused, while relying on obscurity, novelty and profundity is the sorrow of the poetry world.

for example, "at night, the lights are repaired at the same time with me" and "at night, the lights are repaired at the same time with me". It's impossible to talk, isn't it still poetry? You used the word "open" in the second line. Doors can be opened, books can be opened, bottled wine or perfume can be opened, and treasures wrapped in layers can be opened.

What exactly did you compare yourself to? Anyway, it was omitted. Literally, you left yourself open, which was meaningful, obscure and profound. Of course it's a good sentence.

The poem said: I spread myself on the desk/let the poem read me/I said: On this beautiful night, I know that you have blossomed with inspiration and poetry. Now, you have put the blooming inspiration and poetry on the desk and written it in your notebook. You said, "Let the poem read me". I know that you are intoxicated with the happiness of poem creation, so I regard the soul of your poem as a flower or a bird's elf, and let her appreciate the other beauty when you are intoxicated and happy.

if a poet doesn't have such spiritual enjoyment, who will be an ascetic poet? Poetry is a happy heaven, a factory for novel languages, and a flower path for rhetoric evolution. From your "Let Poetry Read Me", we may be able to sum up a new figure of speech of "implicit imitation".

Because poetry is just a subjective reflection of social life in the poet's mind, after all, it is not the poet's concrete self, so poetry will not be "read", but as long as we personify it, not only poetry, but also anything else can be "read". However, the traditional anthropomorphic objects are all objects, not consciousness. To personify consciousness, you need a transformation object.

For example, if a poem is regarded as a flower or a bird first, then it is anthropomorphic to let the flower or bird read it. The poet omits the process of transformation, that is, he "hides" the traditional personification. Isn't there a reason to call it "implicit imitation"? From the time when misty poetry flourished, some people accused the poet of "anti-grammar". I thought it was too superficial. As long as we walked into the skin of poetry, we would understand that it was just the "keeping pace with the times" of language rhetoric.

Today's economy and society have entered an era of efficiency, and language should also pay attention to efficiency; No matter what kind of product, as long as the new technical content is added, the price tag will rise, and the poem will have new skills such as metaphor, implicit imitation, jumping and blank space, and its aesthetic value will be significantly improved. Isn't it? The poem says: Let people who read me be like me/let their feelings overflow with a few petals of fragrance. I say "read me" or "read whom", and the word "read" has already moved from poetry to prose novels.

As a monosyllabic word with clear meaning, the word "read" is evolving its own connotation. The original meaning of "reading" is nothing more than reading the words in a book, and then it is extended to studying at school.

reading needs to be careful in terms of state, and it needs to be thought and tasted in terms of psychological action. Therefore, the things that need to be carefully grasped and the things that need to be thought and tasted are summarized by only one word "reading", and the connotation of the word "reading" is also inflated.

In fact, it still comes from "metaphor", and it's all a "curse" caused by "metaphor"-the word "one with a good end" is overused, new and beautiful! If the poet can't disappear, who will create a newer and more beautiful language without the poet? Today, I "read you". While savoring your feelings, it also made me think a lot. Really like you, my heart is "overflowing with a few petals of fragrance".

it's all because of your blooming, and I also bloomed with the lit lights. 5. Praise the open poem

Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of villages smile.

Masterful hands paint beautiful blueprints, and the whole people write well-off articles.

Waves sweep across the land of China, with beautiful spring scenery in Wan Li.

My motherland,

lovely China,

You have created brilliant history, and

You have raised a great nation.

thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back.

I am proud of your strength,

I am proud of your brightness,

the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny,

I am proud of your spirit, and

Reform and opening up are magnificent.

I hold your arm,

No matter where I live,

you warm my heart.

Lovely motherland,

You hold the helm of the new century,

You use speed and strength,

You create miracles that shock the world.

You use diligence and wisdom.

Motherland, Motherland,

You will always be full of hope,

Motherland,

You will always be full of vigor. 6. Poems about the opening hours of flowers

Spring: Winter jasmine

Spring day

Song Zhu Xi

Victory over the sun to find fragrance and explore the waterfront,

The boundless scene is new for a while.

If you take it easy, you will know the east wind.

All colors are always spring.

I chose a beautiful spring day to watch flowers and grass and came to Surabaya, only to see the endless scenery changed for a while. No matter where you are, you can see the face of spring breeze, which makes flowers bloom and colorful scenery of spring everywhere.

Summer: Lotus

Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn in Jingci Temple

(Song) Yang Wanli

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake

is different from that at four o'clock.

The lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day, and

The lotus flowers reflecting the sun are different in color.

After all, it is June in the West Lake, and the scenery at this time is really different from the four seasons. The green lotus leaves are boundless, extending all the way to the distant place where the water meets the sky. Under the sunlight, the lotus is particularly bright and red. Autumn: Chrysanthemum

Give chrysanthemums last

Huang Chao

Stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th, when I bloom, all flowers will be killed.

The fragrant array permeates Chang 'an, and the whole city is covered with golden flowers.

When the air is crisp in autumn, people welcome the Double Ninth Festival. Chrysanthemums should be in full bloom and watch the flowers wither and dissipate their fragrance. The fragrance of chrysanthemum rushed to the sky and permeated the whole Chang' an city. Autumn chrysanthemums are planted all over here; There are golden chrysanthemums like armor everywhere!

winter: plum blossom

divination operator Yongmei

Mao Zedong

In December 1961

the wind and rain sent spring home, and flying snow ushered in the spring. Though icicles from beetling cliffs still hang miles long. One flower sweet and fair is there among.

Qiao does not strive for spring, but only reports spring. When the flowers were blooming, she laughed in the bushes.

translation

The wind and rain have just brought back spring, and the flying snowflakes are welcoming the arrival of spring again. It is already the coldest moment of freezing snow, and pretty plum blossoms are still blooming on the edge of the cliff.

Plum blossoms are beautiful, but they don't show off, just to tell people the news of spring. Wait until the flowers bloom.