The poem about WeChat group rules is 1. What WeChat group names have the charm of ancient poetry?
Suggestion: Splendid hibiscus is faint at night, the bead curtain is falling, the flowers are idle without water, and the charm is clear. Then, sandalwood flowers are like brocade.
Is there anything you like?
Charming ancient poems:
Qiu Zhongze
Guitang's silence is late, and it is a kind of knowing autumn and bosom.
I envy your cow girl every other year. Who did the wind stand for for for a long time?
The heart is like a lotus seed, often bitter, and the worry is like a spring silkworm that does not break its silk.
Sentenced to orchid * * * decadent, this life without acacia.
Ge pulian Bai Juyi
Puge loves red lotus,
I was watching it yesterday.
The wind blows down at night,
There is only one stop.
Although these flowers will bloom next year,
Next year's sadness is temporary.
Caisang Nalan Rong Ruo
Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city.
Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.
Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell?
Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.
Yonghuai ATM
The sunshine in the morning is no longer bright, and the sky in the west suddenly quietens down.
If you go here to pitch, how can it be like September?
Life is like dust, lasting forever.
Qi Jingsheng Niu Shan, tears see for communication.
Kong was in Changchuan, but he regretted his death.
Not enough people went, and those who came didn't stay.
I want to climb Taihua Mountain and swim with pine nuts.
The fisherman knows the troubles of the world and drives a canoe.
Tao Yuanming's quasi-elegy
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
Mourning poem Pan Yue
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who can obey in private? It's no good staying too long.
I respect my life. I have changed my mind and turned against the original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and the return is shocking.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze is coming and the dressing gown is dripping.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
The ancient song dynasty and Han dynasty were anonymous.
The autumn wind is whispering and worrying about killing people.
I'm also worried about going out and going in.
No one in the seat is worried. Let my hair turn white.
It's windy around Hu, why not repair trees?
The distance from home is getting farther and farther, and the clothes are slowing down.
The brain can't talk, and the wheels in the intestines turn.
Say goodbye to Wu Wenying.
Where to synthesize sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn.
Even if it doesn't rain, it's still very cold.
It's cool at night, the weather is fine, there is a bright moon, and I'm afraid to go upstairs.
In the dream of my later years, the flowers are empty and the water is flowing.
Yan resigned, but the guests were still staying.
The weeping willow does not hold the skirt, but it is long and sails.
2. Describe the quiet poems in the WeChat group
It depends on what group and what type. I have seen someone write about a group of classmates.
After graduation
-send it to divers in QQ group.
Open the classmate group in the address book
The nostalgic group icon is like a horizontal plane.
Full of lyrics, memories are covered by layers.
The screen names full of personality have been washed.
As clean as when we first met.
Starlight lurks at the bottom of the water layer.
Blinking is noise
The winding water, the years are drunk.
And it is always the back wave that pushes the glass open.
Converging into a stream, the lake goes upstream.
Like an old hotel.
Quiet and ups and downs
The skylight hangs in pure emptiness.
The ripples of the breeze tried to break through the dam.
Fly like a kite and become a rainbow.
Turn into foam
You must have waved your hand suddenly when you were sad in the current.
Just like carving a boat, remember the coordinates of the shore.
This is also like a tangled oath.
Go back, no longer in the same tributary.
3. Who can think of four poems about WeChat group?
Quiet and quiet, it is the old moon in the east of Huaishui.
Sleeping in the sand and lying in the water is a ball, and the gods talk about wine.
Interpretation: Everyone is bored, looking at the moon outside the window. Lying in bed and joining the WeChat group, everyone had a good chat.
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4. Describe quiet poems in the WeChat group.
It depends on what group and what type.
I have seen someone write about a group of classmates. After graduation-to the divers in QQ group, open the nostalgic group icon of the classmates in the address book, like a lyrical horizontal plane, memories are layers of screen names full of personality, washed clean like starlight and lurking at the bottom of the water layer where they first met, which is the noise of water. It's always the back wave that pushes the front wave, and when I drink too much, I push the glass away. The lake in the upper reaches of the river, like an ancient restaurant, is quiet and undulating, suspended by the skylight, pure and empty. The ripples from the breeze try to break through the bank and float like kites, turning into rainbows and bubbles, which is sad. It must be a sudden wave of hands, like carving a boat for a sword, remembering the coordinates of the shore seems to be a winding oath to go back, and it is no longer in the same tributary.