Write a hunter's poem

The poem about the hunter is 1. Poems describing hunters

Hunting poems

Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"

The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.

The next morning, he found his white arrow deeply stuck in the hard rock.

Hunting by Don Wang Wei

The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng.

Grass withered and eagle eye disease, light snow.

Suddenly passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliuying.

Looking back at the carving place, the clouds are thousands of miles flat.

Stone "Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting"

I'm talking about teenage mania. I have yellow in my left hand and pale in my right. I wore a gold hat and mink fur, and rode a horde of horses to roll up Hiraoka. In order to repay Qingcheng, I went to shoot a tiger to see Sun Lang.

What's the harm of having a full meal, having an open chest and frosting your temples slightly? Hold the festival cloud, when will Fengtang be issued? He will bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.

Book of Songs. National style. Call south. There are dead birds in the wild.

There are dead birds in the wild, but white grass can cover them. A woman fell in love with spring, and Ji seduced her. Lin youpu,

There are dead deer in the wild. White grass is pure, and there are women like jade.

Comfortable detachment, no detachment, no donkey barking.

2. A poem by a Warcraft hunter

Trees were cut down on Mount Feng Dao, and graves in Shadow Moon Valley were stolen. I've been looking for the way of Warcraft all my life. Tribal men are cool!

I have experienced wind and rain, crossed the sea, and hung colors at Ironforge Castle, but the color of Castle Peak will never change. Tribal men just drag!

I took a bath in Blackwater Lake, and raced on Elf Avenue. If the weather is affectionate, you will get old. Tribal men were hanged!

There was a robbery next to the flight point, and blood rushed to the door of the copy. The gold foil of friendship is as strong as iron, and tribal men are fierce!

I practiced martial arts in the Trial Valley and danced outside Ogden. Heroes in the world are like rats. Tribal men are tigers!

Sweat is flowing in the death mine, dinner is being eaten in Nanhai town, wine is poured in Yingya castle, and tribal men just escape!

At the peak of winter and spring, the wind blows, the bells of Storm City ring, and Wei Zifeng stinks all over Shan Ye. Tribal men are fierce!

Alashiri went to sleep, and the warsong canyon reported to the corridor, and the dragon angered the tiger and leopard. The man in this tribe is Mao!

I leafed through books at the auction house, and Taroko sucked powder. The national costume of Warcraft is not cold, and the tribal man is cruel!

Nagra hunted, undercity sold blood, and Leng Yue was proud and warm. Tribal men are iron!

Spore village was fucked, Shacheng Square was stabbed, and one mountain was higher than the other. Tribal men are fucking!

There was a battle in the burning plain, and the burning canyon was called a bully. Traveling around the world is an ambition, and tribal men are big!

3. Where did 3897 love poems for hunters come from?

The author of this poem, whose pen name is "Wang Ruoyi" and real name is Wang Ruoyi, was born in Yibin, Sichuan on October 23rd, 199 1. Models, authors, actors.

(20 12 On the eve of the Spring Festival, Wang Ruoyi exposed a series of his own retro photos on Douban, which became popular on the Internet. Wang Ruoyi's personal data and real photos, published in June 20 13, semi-autobiographical prose collection "Not for meeting, just for the distance"; In 65438+February of the same year, Wang Ruoyi joined the youth suspense idol drama "Romance in Cocoon Town" and played the innocent girl "Bai Zifeng". On March 20 14 14, Wang Ruoyi appeared in Everyday Up in ancient costume. After becoming famous, he gained fame and fortune. )

An article about the author.

Do you like the wind or flying? Go to Wang Ruoyi.

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Label: Miscellaneous talk

Do you think the ghost of single eyelid is horrible or double eyelid?

I like ghosts with double eyelids.

When I really liked this girl, she asked her brother, was the street lamp a firefly in my last life? I have a mental illness. I am convinced, as I once told people, the previous life of the tree must be a bowl and a mental illness. This is the reason why we are not lonely, because we can find someone who has the same idea as you.

The book "Not to meet, but to be far away" gave me a little understanding of her. She likes a flower and a tree very much. She felt sorry for the stone and felt that it was pitiful. When necessary, she chose to build a house, but she didn't want it. She was razed to the ground and trampled by the world all her life. She sincerely praised nature and shed tears for the beautiful days; She can judge others by herself, feel their pain and forgive others.

When reading dear readers, I think this is a very special girl. Wang Ruoyi's poems always have various titles. She can say a poem "After falling off the chair five times, I decided that I would shoot the moon this morning, and I would shoot a big moon", or "One of the 3,897 love poems for hunters", but she can also gently say "I want to sleep in your palm for a while".

Her poems are full of aura, casual and eccentric. What impressed me the most was not only discussing the ghost horror of single eyelid or double eyelid, but also her quietly asking, "Your palm is the softest bed I have ever seen. Can I wet the bed, sir?" An ant named Jason walked by her ear. Her poems are also very naughty. For example, she asked her hunter, "Dear hunter, there is a big hole in your roof so that I can sneak in and kiss your sleeping face in the middle of the night." Of course, some people play tricks, "hey, I don't want to know the answers to these questions at all." I don't know if any friend really answered while reading a poem, but suddenly fell to the ground after seeing this sentence.

Her poems are also very creative. That ice cream thought I was delicious and made me laugh. Of course, there is lyrical beauty: I cut a cloud, don't put it in your hair, and the stars sleep on your eyelids. Sometimes there are some vulgar words in her poems, but strangely, in her works, people always laugh.

I praised her so much, I don't know if she will be embarrassed to smile, and then say, Lao Tzu is amazing.

Thanks to Wang Ruoyi, I learned to write poetry freely, and let me know that poetry can still be like this. What is poetry? Life is full of poems. You don't have to stick to the form, you can write it down with a pen, you don't have to continue the poem, you don't have to think hard about rhyming and other requirements.

The most surprising thing about reading is that you find that the author said what you wanted to say but couldn't say. Reading Wang Ruoyi's books is also a process full of surprises. I remember her three sentences. The first sentence is: "The more you like something, the less you want to share it with others". As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to share it with others, except for fear that others won't understand my love and I'm in a bad mood, as well as personal exclusion and selfishness at work; The second sentence is: "My husband is myself, and I meet myself every time on the road". We have never been clear about the significance of this trip. The only thing we can say is that during the trip, we can talk to ourselves better and know ourselves better. As the lyrics sing: I pray to have a transparent heart and tearful eyes; The third sentence is: "Beautiful scenery is for passing by, don't stay", and life is a process of continuous separation.

Wang Ruoyi's prose is fluent, natural and sincere. For example, she asked, "If you are destined to see me in this publicity, will you invite me to dinner next time I come to Dali?" I want to eat beef? " Her articles also have deep feelings and always have something to say to some people. It will make people red-eyed and want to cry.

Everyone's life is hurt and painful, and so is she. I remember a long time ago, some people envied her for walking around and attracting attention, but she said that everything today has efforts and pain behind it. Everyone can only see and only want to see the beauty in front of him, but seldom think deeply about the source of beauty. In "South of the Cloud", Wang Ruoyi slowly described a part of her life, which always reminded me of a little girl, wearing two pigtails and struggling to run on the yellow road. Now that times have changed, she can write and speak. It should be calm and you can see the sun. If not, I'll turn to that page and help you bask in the sun, okay?

Do you like the wind or flying? Blessing.

Last but not least, I love Wang Ruoyi.

4. Wow, a poem about LR

One of LM's tasks (scryer's reputation, I hope the landlord can understand the story of the alliance) personally thinks this poem is great. Ollikka's poem "Don't cry for me"-Ollikka's poem, don't cry at my tombstone, I wasn't there, I didn't sleep.

I am a cold wind, passing through the snowfield of Northrend. I am a gentle spring rain that moistens the wheat fields in the western wilderness.

I am the quiet dawn, pervading the forest in Thorn Valley. I am a powerful drum, flying over the clouds in Nageland.

I am a warm star that adorns the night in Danasus. I am a singing bird, staying in a beautiful world.

Don't cry at my tombstone. I'm not there. I never sleep. Don't stand at my grave and cry, I'm not there, I didn't sleep. I am a thousand breeze blowing through Northrend snowfield. I am a gentle drizzle, falling on the golden fields in the western wilderness. I am a quiet morning in the lush green jungle of Strangler. I was in the loud and magnificent drums, and thunderous hooves resounded through Nageland. I am a warm shining star and a soft dream. I am in the singing bird, I am in everything I love. Don't stand at my grave and cry, I'm not there. I won't die. The background of this poem: Kelly, the night elf hunter of the Bouldering Server Alliance, whose real name is Duck.

He died of chronic leukemia for many years on August 22nd. This young player who has been troubled by illness for many years is warm-hearted, optimistic and friendly in the game, and has a deep friendship with many players in the trade union and even the whole server.

After receiving the bad news, the players in Bouldfast spontaneously held a grand funeral and farewell ceremony for Kelly in Stormwind on September 5th. The crowd gathered in the Valley of Heroes and marched towards Storm Park. In the end, dozens of players took part and fired a 2 1 salute according to American custom.

5. Wow, a poem about LR

A task on LM side (scryer is famous, I hope the landlord can also understand the story of the alliance).

Personally, I think this poem is great.

Ollikka's Poems

"Don't cry for me" —— Ollikka's poem

Don't cry at my tombstone,

I wasn't there. I didn't sleep.

I am the cold wind,

Skim across Northrend's snowfield.

I am the gentle spring rain,

Moistening the wheat fields in the wild west.

I am the quiet dawn,

In the forest of Thorn Valley.

I am a powerful drum,

Over the clouds of Negran.

I am a warm star,

Decorate the night in Darnassus.

I am a singing bird,

Stay in the beautiful world.

Don't cry at my tombstone,

I wasn't there. I never sleep.

Don't stand at my grave and cry,

I'm not there. I don't sleep.

I am a thousand howling winds,

Through the bright and dazzling snow in Northrend.

I am a gentle drizzle,

On the golden wheat fields in the wild west.

I am the silence of the morning,

Stragnlethorn's jungle is lush.

In the loud and magnificent drums,

The thunderous pounding of hooves through Naglan.

I am a warm shining star,

Danasus dreamed softly.

I am a singing bird,

I am in every lovely thing.

Don't stand at my grave and cry,

I wasn't there. I won't die.

The background of this poem: Kelly, the night elf hunter of the Bouldering Server Alliance, whose real name is Duck. He died of chronic leukemia for many years on August 22nd. This young player who has been troubled by illness for many years is warm-hearted, optimistic and friendly in the game, and has a deep friendship with many players in the trade union and even the whole server. After receiving the bad news, the players in Bouldfast spontaneously held a grand funeral and farewell ceremony for Kelly in Stormwind on September 5th. The crowd gathered in the Valley of Heroes and marched towards Storm Park. In the end, dozens of players took part and fired a 2 1 salute according to American custom.