Keep your thoughts in your heart,
Write a poem for you,
Pass on the beauty of the past.
Turn the past into tears,
Missing is my only thing,
The past still stays there,
Missing is not confusing.
Turn the past into tears,
Missing is like a drizzle,
Rain moistens my heart, tears flow,
Wash away the lead until dawn.
I want a modern poem to express my feelings. I hope the famous work Stars is a poem about maternal love. It was written by Bing Xin under the influence of the Indian poet Tagore's Birds. In her own words, it is to collect some "fragmentary ideas" into a collection.
star
Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming;
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart came, and I hid in my mother's arms.
The corn is ripe. mother
Ants are crawling all over every corn-that's mother's finger.
Corn yellow turned into a poem. Mother is a miserable poet.
Sweat and sweat products of reincarnation season
Same as the lifeline price.
Time and appearance have not carved out the scenery outside the mountain.
Mother silently.
It just smeared the cold and quiet mother.
When I looked at the field alone, I thought of my mother.
Mother is the best crop in the field.
A pear tree, to be exact.
In the days after my father left, family ties withered in the stubble field.
Strange weeds abandoned their homes.
The rainy season wet one dream after another.
Mother stood stubbornly in the garden.
Two feet plunged into the thin body of loess in the wind and rain.
Holding a lifetime of sad years to control the season.
Time carves rings, autumn wind, and moves on.
Kill my mother's life
I'm used to wandering around, wandering around
Every time I come home,
Tell my mother something far away.
She always listens carefully.
She couldn't bear to interrupt me.
Whenever this happens, my eyes are always full of tears.
To my mother shaking her light fingers in summer.
Open your beautiful holiday, and women's pride is fleeting.
The baby should be Yaotai Yu Xiang bone.
The voice of blessing is slowly rippling in the boundless sea.
You made me believe that life is light and fragrant.
Riyue Yiqiong Lou Qing Pill
Happy Zhu Yan looked at midnight with joy and low eyebrows.
Mother told me not to forget to smile, but we sighed.
We lament the nothingness of love at the age of 17.
Those who got caught up in it left behind wasted years.
It's a broken, unbound heart.
However, we are constantly being written in fairy tales.
Autumn fairy tales are in my mother's heart.
No matter how good the moonlight is, it will inevitably bring some desolation.
Our books are purely memories.
I'm glad I can use it.
What mom didn't understand froze her thoughts.
Then let go and feel the life given by your mother.
……
This poem is too long, limited by the number of words, for reference only.
The yearning of grassland writes a modern poem sheep.
.
how
I want to have my own flock.
Be a young shepherd
Wandering on the grassland with them
.
most of the time
I lay on the back of a sheep.
Look at the constant distance in the sky.
.
daybreak
I see my sheep are quiet and plentiful.
Grass is like a flowing river.
Dusk time
I always count singles.
So sparse
.
Every sheep is white and soft.
As white as catkin and bird hair.
A woman as soft as love
Light waves are not as soft as their eyes.
.
They are like a group of gathered gods.
The wind brought them the songs they deserved.
This is my sheep.
I am their lover, driver and father.
I recognized them one by one.
Across all seasons
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They are my mother, too.
My lover
When I'm sitting alone on a high rock
Imagine the past and the distance
Feel sorry for not getting it.
Lonely because of fantasy
Exhausted by love
I walked down the stone.
.
Like a faint cloud
gently
Snuggle up on my sheep.
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19 16 March
Seek a modern poem about missing soldiers, original. Hang anxious eyes on the window lattice
Gently don't wake up the sadness.
Your tall and straight body is as clear as a stone carving.
I can read the power in your eyes.
Exotic grass prints your morning and evening.
I really hope I can resist even the slightest wind and frost for you.
Kingoma Iron is your dream.
Silently, I will miss the long irrigation.
A man's shoulders carry more than just responsibility.
There are years like flowers and moonlight like water.
I have arranged a good seat.
Listen to your lofty sentiments quietly
In fact, waiting is also a beautiful thing.
Whether it's close at hand or somewhere else.
Ask for a poem about missing his girlfriend and two poems about Nan Gezi.
1. Boli
I often miss meeting you,
No more wandering.
When you meet in life, don't forget each other:
Stay in your hometown,
Stay on the green hills.
Spending money is too smart,
Splash ink is the most unrestrained.
Birds fly out of the reeds;
Sound and sound,
Qi sings for me.
Ask for a poem to express my thoughts and love. The scenery on the mountain is floating.
Love the world of mortals forever.
Wise mind may Penglai Island.
Know each other.
Forcing a poem to express my thoughts on my sister, my thoughts on my sister.
The sky is full of stars and tears,
Fourth sister's heart is drunk.
I only complain that the stars are blurred,
The moon hangs alone among the trees.
Jiangchengzi ● Sisei
I remember when Jin Lan got married, he was a beginner, but they separated. Miss the night, the empty mountain is like a swallow. What kind of reincarnation is asking for the moon today? My sister is unknown and her feelings are like snow. ● At that time, the South Lake Pan Tour Festival, sitting opposite, was very wild. You have been pregnant with your brother for many years. I hate being young and stubborn. My sister is dead and my heart is iron.
Simei
Time flies for four years, half sad and half idle. I flipped through the photo album and remembered more, but my face floated in front of me. The tender bones are buried by the Taoer River, and the dust breaks under the Daheishan. There is no way for yin and yang to cross, and there are endless tears in the pursuit.
Gugutian Yun Xin Simei
The true feelings of this world are written in words, which is a blessing to Yiyi.
Qiu Lai came back in autumn, and spring passed year after year.
Think about the past, like a cloud, holding hands with a few dreams.
The bonus is just a broken string, and the autumn moon is not round.
Ask for a modern children's poem and an original kite.
Fly, fly, fly.
A tall kite
Fly with birds
Can it take my words to the bird?
I'm studying sales now. I just searched what a children's poem is and wrote one. Writing children's poems is interesting, but it's not well written. Laugh!
I wrote two more songs.
Who am I?
Mother said
I am her lovely little cotton-padded jacket,
Father said
I'm his little princess,
Grandma said
I'm her baby,
Father said
I'm his dear sweetheart,
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
Who am I?
adult
The teacher asked us
What do you want to be when you grow up
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
I want to be an adult.
Because adults can do many things that my mother won't let me do.
Seek a present love poem, original. I am a gentleman, I am a gentleman.
Only I have love, only I love.
Give you a plum, give you a plum.
You and I will always love each other.
Seek two modern poems, original. 1, taking Yu He as an example, 2. Take sailboats, rocks and flowers on the other side as images. Junior high school, originally in urgent need. Ailian said.
Ailian has wisdom.
Spring nourishes everything.
Oil and rain are with lotus flowers.
The south and east are very strong.
Translated, it is the artistic conception of Yu He you want.
I didn't think about it below.