2. A true overlapping poem "Yao Yao Han Mountain Road" Hanshan Yao Yao Han Mountain Road falls by the cold stream. There are always birds chirping, but there is no one in silence. The wind blows on my face, and snow accumulates on my body. I don’t see the sun in the morning, and I don’t know the spring every year. Lining the river, you can see the boundless waves in the sky. The sky is falling, the rain is falling and the smoke is green. The green mountains cover the temple. The white, white and red flowers are in front. The wild geese are coming and going on the sand. The ferries are passing by, sitting and watching endless generations of stories. Baochai tells the story of The Dream of Red Mansions. Dai embroidery, overlapping words, poems, flying away, swallows are busy, two, two, three, three days, long rain, wind, wind, flowers, silence, overlapping, overlapping tears, walking, empty, empty, real, long, dream, light, thick, pretty makeup, earnest thoughts, indifference, sadness, everything Mangmang
3. What are some artistic overlapping poems? We have collected several artistic overlapping poems, please refer to: "Slow Voice" [Song Dynasty] Li Qingzhao: Searching, searching, deserted, Miserable and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is suddenly warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? It's late and the wind is blowing! The wild geese are passing by, and I'm sad, but it's an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now? Watching the window, how can I be alone in the dark! The phoenix trees also have drizzle, and they drop bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can the word "sorrow" be mentioned? One of "Nineteen Ancient Poems": Green grass by the river, lush willows in the garden. Yingying, the girl upstairs, is shining brightly through the window. E'e wears red makeup and has slender bare hands. "Yao Folk Songs in December" [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Shifu: Since we left, the distant mountains are faint, and the distant water is even more distant. Seeing the willows flying and rolling, I am drunk with the peach blossoms. The fragrant breeze blows through the cabinet, and the dusk rain falls on the heavy door. I'm afraid it will be dusk again without realizing it. How can I not extinguish my soul if I don't wake up? The new cry mark presses the old cry mark, and the heartbroken person remembers the heartbroken person. "Shu Huai" [Ming Dynasty] Zhu Quan: It rains one after another, the bamboos are green, and the wind flowers fall on the green shade.
Poverty and hatred moan bitterly about poverty and loneliness, and confusion and sorrow interrupt dreams. The faint ridge is separated by many letters, and the misty river is like an inch of heart. Because I have something to do, I am idle and silent, and I am intrusive because of my carelessness and old age. A poem with overlapping characters of mountains, seas and sky ·Anonymous: Ink is splashed across the sky, and the rain is fluttering like smoke. Green mountains cover the temple, and the river is filled with white and red flowers. There are wild geese on the sand, and ferries come and go. Walking, sitting, and watching the infinity, passing on words from generation to generation. A poem with overlapping words that awakens the world ·The unknown person is busy pursuing, spending the spring and autumn in the cold and warm. Working day and night to plan the family affairs, I am confused and my head turns white. When will right and wrong end, and when will worries and troubles cease? It is clearly a road, but thousands of people refuse to repair it.
4. The road is long and long, I will search for it up and down. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. When the strong man is gone, he will never return to Qingchuan. The Hanyang trees are fragrant. Parrot Island with luxuriant grass. The tall buildings in the city meet the wilderness, and the sea and sky are filled with sorrow and thoughts. From now on, the four seas are home, so the forts are rustling and the reeds are blooming in autumn. I regret pressing the golden thread every year to make wedding clothes for others. Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow more, raise a cup to eliminate the sorrow, and the sorrow will become more sorrowful. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.