Poetry view: Poetry creation originates from life and cannot be limited. Poetry is the feeling of life, and poetry lies not in form but in feeling and realm.
Post some songs for you:
June's mother
A dark face
Mother is in June,
With the enthusiasm of June,
Compared with the sun, with her brilliance,
I think mother is charcoal,
When it burns,
I saw her dark face!
Tears of happiness
Mother's tears are sweet,
The warmth flowing out is like a song,
Slowly release,
Into a crack in the heart,
When humming,
Side drop!
Burning love
Like this hot sun,
Motherly love is like fire,
The burning ashes of life,
Completely prepared for me,
At this moment,
She is the Buddha of the universe!
Mother's beauty
Joan's mother,
Like a summer night,
Between heaven and earth,
Spread out a magnificent red cloud,
Like a mother's comfort,
Mom's red lips!
In June
June is exciting,
If mom keeps working hard,
But in terms of time and space,
June is a number,
Mother's sweat is the truth engraved in space!
Commemoration of graduation
Full of longing sunshine,
Sprinkle it on the face of the century,
Smile-
Innocent past,
Bloom—
When I was young.
Just looking for the light,
For more than a decade,
Recite meaningful poems,
As we move forward,
Laughing and laughing all the way.
We sang elegant songs,
This song is beautiful and lyrical.
The publicity of youth,
Looking back, staring-
Miss branded by years.
Embrace clusters of blessings,
The music of the palace echoed,
Pigeons flapped their wings,
With infinite curiosity,
Fly to the distant sky.
Pear blossoms in May,
Happiness,
Freeze souvenirs, take photos,
Memories are confusing-
Scattered pear branches.
Vague love-Moon Bay
Children's song
I strung my imagination together,
I didn't expect to become an animated film before I knew it.
As you can imagine:
Curved moon, boat,
A small boat with two pointed ends,
I'm sitting in a boat,
Only twinkling stars and blue sky.
The moon took me away.
The moon is so bright,
Light my way home,
The moon is really nice,
Watch me fall asleep,
Moon, please,
Take me away,
Take it into your mountain,
Let me enjoy your tenderness quietly!
Pretend to be a companion
Without the spirit of farewell my concubine,
I say goodbye to you gently,
Leave in a hurry,
Just in a hurry,,, in a hurry,,
Unfortunately, I didn't bring back a trace of you,
So on this night without you,
Find a black scarf,
Pretend you're around!