47, the wind shadow glows

After a busy day on Sunday, some of the poems prepared for Jiang Feifei to be published on the literary website were sorted out, and when Jiang Wan came out of the library, it was already dusk.

At dusk, the clouds flow around a bright moon, like a white peony, which is forgotten in the direction when it blooms. When the flowers were gone, a dark cloud moved and tried to set the moon, but the moon flowed slowly and gently turned into a curved crescent. Behold, the moon ship is full of stars full of little eyes, and the little stars are so happy that their little eyes twinkle and shine, and their hands dance with joy, and they dazzle the whole heavens; They ride the wind and waves, and move forward bravely. Underneath the moon, the old window lattice, washed away by time. I stood in front of the window, not thinking about the vicissitudes of life, staring blankly at the stars, feeling that I could reach out and touch it, but a gust of wind disrupted my thoughts, and I returned to reality. Dear friends, on a moonlit night, it just feels different.

twilight

(a)

There is a soft warmth in the evening

Charming and bright, but gentle

Beauty is like a fragment of a movie

Soft like spring petals

Quietly browse the sunset on the horizon

Discover a splash of red pattern

Wander between the sea of clouds

It's like stepping out of a painting

It is said that middle-aged women are like wine

Silently exudes an intoxicating demeanor

Both virtuous and dignified, quiet and far-reaching

and graceful

She's got a smile on her face

It's so hopeful again

She gently flows with the light of spring

Meimei writes the brilliance of life

She is the main creator of Wanjia Lights

Make every family prosperous and prosperous

She is the sail in people's hearts

Sail along the other side of happiness

(b)

The bamboo flute at sunset is light and elegant

Laughing and blowing the spring blue

Beautiful melody invigorating

Leisure time is more quiet

Dusk, sunset, sunset, cool breeze, is smearing the makeup of the city with nature's brush and ink...

The afterglow of the setting sun is still reflecting the western sky, she is still very satisfied with the results of her day's collation, after returning to the dormitory, she still thinks about the results of her daily collation, I don't know what kind of effect it will be after publishing it on the Internet in the future? Although I was a little nervous, I was still very comfortable.

Looking at the sunset red like fire, Jiang Wan suddenly remembered that he gave himself a pen name on the Internet, the infinite sunset of the sunset is also reminiscent of the daily sunrise in the east, the fiery morning glow in the east, although the glow lasts for a short time, but the vast sky has always been a stage for him to show his beauty, so his screen name is called, Wind Shadow Xiaguang, so that it can also echo Qingfeng's screen name. She was struck by her whimsy.

The first batch of poems published on the website has been hung up, and what is waiting is feedback from netizens.

Dream

(a)

The sunset and the clouds are free,

The crescent moon shows its traces in the heavenly court,

As if it were a flowing landscape,

Together, they poured into the graceful heavenly court.

The stars hang high with a smile,

Lightly embellished the entire galaxy.

The warm spring night is beautiful,

The shimmering shimmer casts a shadow,

The ink and blue are instantly three-dimensional.

The rustling wind breaks into the roof,

A few sprigs of jasmine are fragrant,

Quietly stain the silence of the moonlit night,

The dream of spring touches the sense,

Slowly ignite the words of the passing years.

Who sees the spring in its all?

Who soaked whose landscapes?

(b)

In the jade-colored empty courtyard

The moon hangs on the wall of the firmament

Shine the light on the heavens and the earth

Stars jumping alive

It's like an eye

There was gold in his eyes

Lie quietly in the stream

The effect of refracting light

What a romantic spring night

Half dream, half fantasy

Half-asleep and half-awake

There are paintings and poems in the air

Ink danqing in the eyes

(c)

The spring breeze wets the quiet heavenly court

The ink is impregnated with round moon silver

Soft notes flickering and flickering

The dreams of spring seem to be in the set

youth

(a)

Do you regret the loss of youth

Those big watery eyes

Are you teardrops for the passage of time

It's like the time of the watery years

The spring breeze blows the sweetness that no one understands

The spring rain is pouring with the wind

Delicate flowers are delicate in the wind and rain

The happy mood is in the jump

Where do you inhabit the distant youth?

It was a time full of affection

The flame of inspiration and the light of the heart

Ah youth, lovely youth

The little woman who was full of life

Traces of beauty are all over the body

A smile and a smile are all spring paintings

Every word is poetry

It was the warmest spring of the four seasons

It is the best word in life

No one can start over, no one can replace it

Ah, youth, beautiful youth

Come back soon, come back soon

(b)

Chase the golden time with your heart

Heal disappointed eyes with love

Quietly read the prose verses

Youth can't be allowed to suffer tears

Let me tell you gently

(a)

Let me tell you gently

The early spring sun is warm

She creeps into your heart

laughed and said that this is a shadow of love

Slowly stepping on the small fragments of time

Ren Melody is in a dream

The scenery of spring is beautiful

Quietly intoxicated by the style of scissors

I want to use a fragrant plain pen

Render like a brocade of the flowing years

I want to be in the line of romantic poetry

Sing out a painting of ink and blue

(b)

The wind is gentle, the flowers are faint,

drizzle dripping on the stamens;

The slanting willows, how bright,

In early spring, the bluebird sings.

(c)

Moonlight, sandalwood, tea.

These words read,

If the grass and trees in the forest are fragrant, they do not eat fireworks.

Jiangnan, smoke and rain, heart matters.

Reading it, the looming beauty,

Graceful, hazy.

One word, one grass and one tree,

A mountain and a water, a smile and a smile,

Life. Life

Linger with the words.

Rain, dripping into poetry

(a)

The rain was pouring down in March

Quietly swaying the luxury of spring

Meimei coloring ink danqing

Secretly, the dust is silent

Let the green wheat sprouts breathe

Let the beautiful world be fresh

It is said that rain is a soft heart

Able to lubricate your temperament

The rain that makes it erratic

Wherever she drifts to

can drip into poetry

It becomes the most beautiful scenery

Look up at the blue sky

Clusters of fireworks and willow dripping

The grass and trees sprout and the spring shines

It's so wonderful, how can you not put pen to paper

(b)

When the spring rain continues,

I always can't help but think of the song "Good rain knows the season,

When spring happens".

Also, when the spring rain comes,

The whole world is a volume of Chinese paintings full of charm.

(c)

A drizzle quietly hung on the branches

The spring breeze rises and the water falls, and the birds are frightened

A lingering and a frolic

A shyness and a joy

As if flirting with a drizzle

The meadows of the air are verdant

Don't think about the wind and rain

Suddenly, a strong wind struck

Scrape the leaves of the tree and wither

Crashed on the roadside lawn

Tears are as clear as leaf veins in an instant

Is it an escape from poetry?

laugh

Laughing, it's your eyes, squinting slightly,

Like the stars in the night sky, crystal clear.

Laughter is the gap between your eyebrows, bending two strokes

Like a moon ship in the firmament, full of stars.

Laughter, it's your green silk, drifting with the wind,

Like the weeping willows on the shore of the lake, they are supple and neat.

Laughter, it's your skin, white and delicate,

Like a newborn baby, blowing bombs can be broken.

Smile, it's your face, Juan Xiu beautiful,

Like a poem with a painting title, it is elegant and comfortable.

Laugh, it's your figure, slim,

You are graceful and charming.

Laughter is a pleasant mood and a relaxed heart.

What I didn't expect was that after this group of poems was published, it caused a great response among netizens, a large number of similar works, concentrated follow-up, made Jiang Feifei excited, the number of clicks in a short period of time has exceeded 100,000 times, and there are thousands of people who have left messages, especially more than a dozen poems, followed by posting on the website, some of the poems are still very level, Jiang Feifei read every poem carefully, and called Jiang Wan, asking him to also browse the website to see if he is already an Internet celebrity?

Here are a few poems and texts to follow:

Roses

The roses on the fence are lonely

Squinting his awake eyes and peeking

The spring appearance of April

She circled silently along the perimeter

I feel very handsome

A butterfly kisses a small flower bud

The rose flower that provokes is constantly coquettish

The laughter touched the treetop birds

A lark spreads its wings and flies into the sky

The singing voice soaks the cells of the flower bones

Dance with the wind

She danced softly and floated slowly

It's as if time stands still and the years fade away

All things in heaven and earth are quiet

Her temperament is elegant and graceful

I don't even know the wind

She was pure and beautiful in heart

Even the clouds don't know, I don't know

village

(a)

In a corner that no one cares about

The inspiration in my heart is burning

The beautiful village

Flowers are floating

Time is as delicate as a stream

Forget to revel in the love and enjoy it

Escape unknowingly

The terraced fields of the fields are green and lonely

Listen quietly to the ballad of spring

The murmur is wonderful

The mountains are full of flowers, and the birds are laughing

Gently dance the aria of the night

Sketch of sunset and sunset

The bright moon and bamboo shadow splashed ink

The weary are like arrows

Small village to rest your legs

(b)

When people rush to the city for life, their hearts gradually miss the countryside. People began to look back for the villages hidden in the mountains, but suddenly found that the ancient villages in the wilderness were so beautiful that they were like a paradise...

(c)

"The crooked river, the green hills, nestled in the small villages. The blue sky, the fragrance of flowers, how can people not make people yearn for you. Ah, ask your hometown, ask if it's okay to come to your hometown? I miss you from time to time, and I want to come back to you, to come back to you. Beautiful village, beautiful scenery, you often come to my dreams". Teresa Teng's song of love in a small village sings about people's homesickness and people's nostalgia for their hometown. The soft, perfect melody gently lingers all around, and the study appears more warm and sweeter.

(iv)

Look at the world from above

The land of gold

Great country

You rise in the umpteenth shock

You have created miracles of human destiny

Faith belongs to this warm land

The flowers opened

Green forests dominate the mountains

Lubrication delights

The heat of passion

It's like stepping through the keys of an unrestrained piano

Voices are being heard every step of the way

Everything is recovering

Love song; A puzzle that will never be solved

(a)

Look at your distant back

I can't help but feel heartache

I want to hug you so much

Say softly I love you

I really don't want to lose you

Do you know

I think of the bits and pieces of that past

Once that sweet love

I want you to hear my heart

Long nights of lonely companionship

Looking forward to hearing from you

The merciless heavens take us

Distanced

Since then, it has been thousands of miles away

It's hard to wait

Romantic love has no expiration date

No matter how beautiful the encounter is, it is sad to remain

Troubled every minute

Am I wrong that I love you?

Destined to be tormented like this

Love is a painful blur

The only way to do this is to give up

There is only one point of no return left

I'll miss you silently again

Since then, lovesickness has become a secret

A puzzle that will never be solved

(b)

People are also fascinated, and love is also fascinated

The answer to the puzzle is yourself

Love is affection, hate is affection

Love is hard to love

Hate is deeper

(c)

I hope that we will fight hard,

I was disappointed again.

Defeat in the native land,

If you are not reconciled, you will go to a foreign land,

It tossed us a face.

Get some,

Lost some,

I hate the bad efforts of the past.

Many years have passed,

The dust has settled, and it is said that the ideal.

Looking back and discovering all the accomplishments,

It's not the hope that you want to achieve.

Only reminiscing about the process of stumbling,

Instead, his heart was warm.

Jiang Wan read these works carefully, some poems are very similar to her style, as if she did it, which made her very moved, there are even people in the same way, and the comments of netizens are also very enthusiastic, some of these comments are very pertinent, and some are some prompting questions, in order to interact with netizens, she made a list of some questions, and then answered them one by one, and hung these answers on the Internet in a timely manner.

Jiang Bang pondered the most is the artistic conception of these poems, the poem rose, although it is written about a flower, is not a famous flower, but a common rose, he is not like the moon season, so fragrant and gorgeous, not like a peony, rich and graceful, it is his usual realistic means, to give this kind of flower and poetry the same realm, obscurity is the mind of this flower, the poet wrote this kind of words to the extreme.

There is also that village, which has resonated with a lot of everyone, although it is a corner that no one cares about, it is his quiet world, which allows people to let go of their thoughts and think of more and better things, although simple and unpretentious, but closer to everyone's hearts, the poet writes handy, and the artistic conception of the poem is even more vivid on the paper, in the process of reading the poem, it is like a picture frame, which is a corner that has been the closest to the past. The commentators are even more whimsical, from different angles to the whole land, put on the chessboard of the world, even more arouse people's reverie.

Poetry is like this, poetry is lyrical, poetry is speech, the benefits of love letters are the best poems, the poetry and painting are connected with the world, so that people can open their minds and embrace nature, that is the artistic conception of poetry, the feelings of poetry, poetry is not because of the length, but because his artistic conception is passed on in the world, the artistic conception of poetry has, the words of poetry will be more rich and spectacular. Of course, there are historical epics, like Homer's epic poems and King Lear's, who use poetic language to depict magnificent ancient history. And the current poems are all the display of people's feelings and the stretching of aspirations, as long as they occupy one, they will be good poems.

In all the comments, the understanding of the artistic conception of poetry, will allow you to experience the charm of modern poetry from different angles, the appreciation ability of these netizens should be convincing, because they experience the artistic conception of the poem, they will resonate with the poet's feelings, and collide with more dazzling sparks, although some sentences are very short, and the comments are concise and concise, but they can all grasp the soul of the poem, and explain the artistic conception of the poem to the point, which shows that in the field of poetry, there is still no threshold, But if you want to appreciate these things at a high level, it is impossible to do it without rich storage, it is impossible to do it without vigorous passion, and it is impossible to reach a certain level without profound literary skills.

Usually these netizens discuss, few people answer, once they find that the author can interact with themselves, they are also very excited, the discussion is more enthusiastic, the creation of poetry, in addition to the most popular topic on the literary website, not only the number of clicks is very large, the interaction between netizens is more frequent, and other websites, especially many famous websites, have reproduced this large number of works, and this newly born literary website, are extremely beautiful words to comment, although other sections of the website are also very concerned, But it's not as good as the poetry section.

Liu Chenyang and the cadres of the student union were also very proud of their initiative, but they didn't expect that the first Internet celebrity would be the wind and shadow in the poetry section. Liu Chenyang hurriedly found Jiang Feifei and asked him to strike while the iron was hot, do Jiang Wan's work, speed up the sorting out of her follow-up works, and publish more works one after another to make the website more prosperous. Among the more literary websites, the website of the student union of a university faculty of arts has become a smash hit, which is certainly encouraging, and the editors of these websites are more motivated. Jiang Feifei didn't expect Jiang Wan's poems to cause such a big response, although appreciating Tang and Song poetry has become a trend now, but the pursuit of modern poetry is still a new phenomenon, and if you want to cultivate this phenomenon into a trend on the Internet, you must work hard.