Modern poems on March 8 women's day

Modern poems about Women's Day on March 8th are as follows:

1, "Warmth is always beautiful" Warmth is great, and hard ice melts in spring. Thousands of catkins spit green, and thousands of trees pick flowers and laugh. Talented women in petroleum society are like jade, and beautiful women in poetry are picturesque. Te amo is crazy, Lanting Jas Pouch Lee listens to the rain.

2, "March 8 Women's Day" Today, my wife doesn't cook, but she also gives money for a day off: wash and dress carefully and go shopping with her sisters. Eating at noon is AA, and drinking tea in the afternoon is leisure: it is even more luxurious when my husband comes home at night. A big bouquet of roses gives birth to fragrance, plus a gold necklace. My wife has worked hard all her life, and it is rare to have a day off every year: if every day is March 8, my husband will definitely have an opinion. I hope I can be polite, play the harp and sing Chinese New Year songs every day.

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged, and I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This was folded by your beloved son in tears. Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!

You are a big tree. Spring depends on your fantasy, summer depends on your prosperity, and autumn depends on your maturity. In winter, you meditate, and your tall and broad canopy makes the fields never barren. Mother, you give me life, and you are the land that nurtures my growth.