An alternate rhyme is a pattern found in poetry in which the author intentionally alternates between two end sounds. Usually, the pattern changes from stanza to stanza. For example, the first stanza rhymes ABAB and the second rhymes CDCD.
Simple, yet precise, the ABAB pattern prompts you to write a quatrain in which the first line rhymes with the third, and the third line rhymes with the fourth
Grasp the nettle（感谢 7grizzly 推荐）
by Aaron Hill （Stressed syllables are highlighted）
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you, for your pains:
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
Homework： Write a poem on the Northern Lights（Aurora Borealis）that showed up in North America a few days ago.
I couldn't meet you, but I know you are colorful I didn't see you but I hear you can dance with the skies as the stage with ever changing movements you shone over mountains and oceans dropped lights over forests and fields and then you were gone, as fast and quiet as when you came
An alternate rhyme is a pattern found in poetry in which the author intentionally alternates between two end sounds. Usually, the pattern changes from stanza to stanza. For example, the first stanza rhymes ABAB and the second rhymes CDCD.
Simple, yet precise, the ABAB pattern prompts you to write a quatrain in which the first line rhymes with the third, and the third line rhymes with the fourth
Grasp the nettle（感谢 7grizzly 推荐）
by Aaron Hill （Stressed syllables are highlighted）
Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you, for your pains:
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
Homework： Write a poem on the Northern Lights（Aurora Borealis）that showed up in North America a few days ago.
PIC from Internet
Flying with light
To where you are heading?
Colorful and bright
Can you stay here and keep singing?
Aurora borealis
left arctic?
It is.
what a magic.
Northern light was like Uncle Santa
Except he glided to the South in almost summer
The gifts he brought with were like Sonata
Except they were silent but splendid in color
附：女儿在西雅图拍到的照片：
I couldn't meet you,
but I know you are colorful
I didn't see you
but I hear you can dance
with the skies as the stage
with ever changing movements
you shone over mountains and oceans
dropped lights over forests and fields
and then you were gone,
as fast and quiet as when you came
....
Note: Sorry that I was too sleepy to meet them