Author: Zhu Xi Huan Mo
March 8
You come from the depths of spring.
Wake up in the first spit of thousands of green shoots.
Wake up in the soft waves of thousands of rivers and clear water
Wake up in the fragrance of peach blossoms.
-When you wake up
Every woman's life
In the skeleton
You follow the gentle east wind
Lian Bu is here.
Long dance studio with green sleeves
I was drunk all day.
The whole world is plain and beautiful.
All on this day
Use your dance steps
The costumes are gorgeous and the feathers dance.
Long sleeves and comfort.
Oh, exhale like a blue room
It's blossoming fragrance, hovering in the air.
today
I am silent among the green trees.
I smell the fragrance of the day.
I am like water, sliding across the forehead of spring.
Quietly counting the leisurely white clouds.
Pull up your long hair and dance in the spring breeze.
The corners of the mouth evoked a smile.
There are also scattered in spring.
Boring feelings
The sunshine is still warm as water.
With deep affection, the river is as green as a blue spring.
Wan Wen Yan Hui
Lighten the weight of sleeves
Then the sleeves are full of breeze and white clouds.
Count the lines in spring.
I climb the stairs.
This day is doomed.
Only in today's spring breeze
Wan Li
Spring this year
Destined to fall into-
"I don't know where to go.
Peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Turning around is the eternity of this life.
Turn around, it is a lifetime distance.
Oh, that's why I'm so gentle
Hold your breath gently.
Go deep into your soft arms
* * * Your scent is like a blue vein.
Breathe lightly and wander deeply.
* * * A wisp of breeze, lightly stepping on your feelings.
-Climb the stairs
Gently buckle your fingers.
It's decisive. Yi turned around.
-I'll follow Lang Yue's pulse.
Step in with a faint smile
The vastness of tomorrow
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Chapter 2: Celebrating International Women's Day on March 8th.
Author: flying youth.
Your voice
in the heart
Like a wetland, a clear spring emerges.
Indulge in ordinary days every day.
Your voice
In the mind
Even if it is as barren as the desert Gobi.
Can also grow a boundless green.
Make life more energetic
Your voice
In a small family, this is the spring breeze in February.
Put the mood of my child and me
Blowing to the willows,
The buds on the branches bloom with gorgeous faces.
Your voice
Stay with us day and night like this.
Experience spring, summer, autumn and winter
* * * Walk hand in hand in the journey of life and grow old together.
Your voice
This is the voice of mother and wife.
On the occasion of Women's Day,
I'd like to introduce you.
Expression of the mind:
A poem as beautiful as a flower ...
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Chapter 3: March 8th Women's Day is coming.
Author: Cheng Jinxiu
I am like a wounded bird.
Comb feathers
Waiting for recovery
I find
The wound has healed.
Recovery is just around the corner
Breathe a sigh of relief.
I open the calendar.
Find out which day is Women's Day.
It seems that I found that the day I questioned came slowly with a wound.
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Chapter IV: Women's Day on March 8th.
Author: Mo Ke
It took a century to finally wait until today.
Flowers last in March, and I borrow the mouth of spring.
May every day of women in the world be a day of missing.
Every season is a season of missing.
Whether you are on the horizon or in front of you.
I came from afar in the form of a mountain.
Standing by your side, watching silently.
That green rape flower
Today, in addition to blessing
Some yellow and fruitless crops and a stone.
Please stand on the scales of my soul and measure the weight of my heart.
A rose grows in the garden of my heart.
All the year round, flowers bloom for a hundred years, even a thousand years.
"March 8" Women's Day was exhibited and exposed one by one.
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Chapter 5: Women's Day on March 8th.
Author: Mo Ke
It took a century to finally wait until today.
Flowers last in March, and I borrow the mouth of spring.
May every day of women in the world be a day of missing.
Every season is a season of missing.
Whether you are on the horizon or in front of you.
I came from afar in the form of a mountain.
Standing by your side, watching silently.
That green rape flower
Today, in addition to blessing
Some yellow and fruitless crops and a stone.
Please stand on the scales of my soul and measure the weight of my heart.
A rose grows in the garden of my heart.
All the year round, flowers bloom for a hundred years, even a thousand years.
"March 8" Women's Day, one exhibition was exposed.
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Article 6: For "three? Singing on International Women's Day.
Author: njzzs
Walk into March
A familiar warm voice
Call my name
Looking back, it was a clear blue sky.
Years have treasured the beauty of flowers and faces.
But you are still a beautiful scenery.
sway
Move in panic
It's still easy.
Or 30 years of fragrance.
It lit up my night thirty years ago.
You smiled and said, "You are not old at all."
I dare not look into your eyes.
"You haven't changed at all."
Your clear eyes are full of tears.
The surging tears burned my eyes.
Another mother-in-law
Sweet crunchy
There is a beautiful girl standing behind.
This is your original work thirty years ago.
Tomorrow is March 8.
I have no choice.
Give you an excuse for a holiday gift.
Write a little poem
I hope you can see it.
I wish you a happy March 8th.
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Article 7: Women are not flowers.
Author: autumn geese fly south
A flower-like woman
No, women are not flowers.
Women are the sea.
Infinite love and infinite breadth
Flowers, where is the spirit of the sea?
A flower-like woman
No, women are not flowers.
Women are the brightest moon.
Infinite tenderness and infinite light
Flowers, where is the brightness of the bright moon?
A flower-like woman
No, women are not flowers.
Women are the sky.
Endless width and endless thoughts
Flowers, how can there be a measure of the sky?
A flower-like woman
No, women are not flowers.
Women are men's paradise.
Infinite mystery, infinite dream
Flowers, where is the obsession of heaven?
This woman is my mother.
This woman is my wife.
Women are my sisters.
That woman is my daughter.
Women are my soul.
Women are my life.
The sky and the earth will not be separated.
The sun and the moon will not abandon.
The mountains and the sea will always depend on each other.
Men and women are one.
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Chapter 8: Mother
Author: Dai Daling
A woman
Beauty or ugliness.
Whether educated or rural women.
It also reflects a blue sky.
The beautiful name is mother.
Life comes from mother.
A new life.
Be pregnant in October and give birth once.
Mother endured the pain of pregnancy.
Labor Pains
Because she is a mother.
Wings shining with light
Support the reincarnation of the other half.
While sketching out your lifestyle.
At the same time, it is pregnant with the hope of tomorrow.
Take on the heavy responsibility of reproducing.
Promoted the development of the whole human history.
Bear the hardships of raising offspring
Glory belongs to the reflection of sunlight.
Silently reveals the goodwill of relief.
The figure of love surrounds you.
Nourish children's growth with the essence of life
Escort the children's tomorrow with hopeful eyes
Every beginning of the children
Every run
Every progress is permeated with mother's blood and tears.
Mother's entrustment and concern
From needle and thread to breaking the waves
From hunger to soaring in the wind
cut the umbilical cord
But it left an invisible feeling.
Study hard with your children at night.
The long journey of accompanying children's lives
No matter how much the child has achieved.
How many great achievements have you created?
It is insignificant in front of the mother.
No matter what the children do
Can't be compared with the mother's love.
The complex of life is closely related to children.
Dissolve in the blood
Infiltrate into bone marrow
in the heart
Motherly love moves children.
Mother is the foothills and the source.
Children are rivers, long rivers flowing from the embrace of the foothills.
Mother is the deep sea
Children are jumping waves in the deep sea.
Mother is the earth.
Children are small trees and grass buds on which to live.
Mother is the roof of a tall and deep tunnel.
Children are stars and colorful clouds under the care of canopy.
Mother is the immortal sun.
The children are bathed in all the warmth and sunshine.
Mother is a whip.
Teach children to distinguish right from wrong and ugliness.
If children achieve something,
Because of deep maternal love.
If children can be safe and happy
That's mother's expectation.
No matter where the children are
Mother's slender silk thread is always worrying.
No matter how far the child goes.
Never leave my mother's dear heart.
Mothers give everything for their children.
Expect nothing in return.
The years climbed up the mother's forehead.
Time passes on children's shoulders.
In the morning light, my mother bloomed with a smile.
There are still many vicissitudes.
Hold up children's tender wings and work hard for them all their lives.
Some of them are already white-haired.
Some people suffer from diseases.
Some bodies are wobbly and faltering.
And the children's usual excuses
Say "busy", there is no time.
Those temptations were finally lifted.
Finally, waking up after a deep sleep dazzled me.
I finally know that there is a more important thing in this world.
Richer than the water in the Yangtze River.
More thrilling than the Yellow River.
Tougher and more evergreen than the green of pine and cypress.
That's your love, mom.
Your deep love
Selfless love
My mother
International Women's Day
This is a mother's day.
Happy mother's day.
Fushou Ankang
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Chapter 9: Women's Day on March 8th, a blessing to my mother.
Author: Cai Zifu
Mom! Mom; my dear mother
How are you getting along now?
Your son is far away, and you deeply greet him. Have you ever heard of him?
When I dream back at midnight
Have you ever seen the tears you long for?
Do you often sit on the slate in front of your house and worry about your children?
Are you mending clothes in that dim light again at the moment?
Did your rheumatic foot hurt again tonight?
Will you continue to grow vegetables in the open space in our backyard tomorrow?
Mom! Mom; my dear mother
You have worked hard for your children all your life.
Until your temples are covered with white hair.
Until your hardworking hands are frostbitten!
Mom! Now your child has grown up.
You don't have to worry too much!
You should stop working!
Don't let your son worry about you in the distance.
Mom! Mom; Another grand festival is coming!
My son expresses his deep blessing to you in the distance!
I wish you a long and happy life.
I wish you and dad a happy and beautiful life in their later years!