Poetry related to the sun

Poems related to the sun are as follows:

Facing the sun

To our family, to our motto. You let all the children ride on their father's shoulders, giving us light and shame. You let the dog wander behind the poet, give us time and let us work. You slept in the dark, baptized us with our hopes, and made us believe that with your blessing, we were born and then died to see the dream of peace.

Rivers in Amsterdam

1 1 The only city that fell at night was the river in Amsterdam. Suddenly, the oranges on my tree trembled in the autumn wind. I close the window, and I don't need the river to flow backwards. I don't need the sun full of pearls to rise. It's no use spreading pigeons like iron filings. The street without boys suddenly seemed empty. After the autumn rain, the roof was covered with snails.

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Master of ceremonies (blind poet) "Many years later, I dreamed that I was the king in hell." When I came to the end of mankind, I also smelled human-I caught the smell and face of this ape when I flashed in the dark days. I have come to the end of mankind, unlike Dante: there are no shining stars at this time, let alone no one in front of or behind the light.

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Pear blossoms slide on the earth wall, and Aunt Niu Duo pulls two little cousins to stand in front of me like two pieces of black charcoal sunshine, which is actually the whip and blood of all things!

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From ancient tombs, from the dark ages, from the stream of human death, the sleeping mountains were shocked. If the steam wheel rotates on the sand dunes, the sun will roll towards me ... It breathes life with unspeakable light, makes tall trees dance to it, and makes rivers run towards it with a crazy song. When it came, I heard insects and pupae that stung people in winter circling underground, and people were talking loudly in the open fields.

Our sun every morning.

The soft arms of the grass hold up the sun, and people of different colors come to you and blend into light. Your voice is like a bell, shaking the snow and wrinkles on the top of the mountain, shaking deep fear and sadness. The mind no longer hides behind the curtain, opens the window, lets the birds fly freely, the old tree no longer snores, and no longer wraps the children's flexible calves with dead vines to come back from the bath.

Sunflowers in the sun

Do you see the sunflowers in the sun? Look at it. Instead of lowering his head, he turned his head back, as if to bite the rope around his neck that was held by the sun. Did you get a look at him? Did you see that sunflower with its head held high and glaring at the sun? Its head is almost covered by the sun.