Poems written by modern people 1 auntie
After several nights of overtime,
Frost like snow condenses on the tent,
This season is just the first frost.
Auntie, auntie,
Tomorrow-we will leave you for another distant villa,
Thank you! Buy you a skirt.
For three years, day and night,
We built roads in the mountains,
It's stationed at aunt's house! Your village.
Those hot summers,
Auntie! It's your electric fan,
Bring us a burst of coolness.
Those frosty and snowy nights,
Auntie! This is your fire,
The exam makes us all hot!
A needle, a thread at night,
Mend our cuffs and torn clothes,
Needle and thread! Brought the sunshine of dawn.
Shining lights, snow-white frost,
Rough fingers, deep eyes,
Always reflected in our hearts.
It took three long years in the mountainous area.
Hot tea, porridge,
Auntie! We want to live in our own home.
Aunt in the mountains! Love is deep and long-lasting.
Deeply in love with our road builders,
Your heart has already melted the frost of Wan Li in the wild!
Write modern poems about people II. My wife
Three days and three nights
There is a mountain on his back.
Cann't move
I can't help it
Madame
I still miss you.
Thinking about the baby in your belly
I want to live.
Hear his first cry and kiss his gentle little hand.
I also want to tell you.
The wish of this life is to hold your hand.
Lead a dull life
Madame
My relatives are saving me day and night.
Greetings from the breeze and drizzle have been in my ears.
If I close my eyes,
How can we live up to the sweat and expectation?
It took me a little effort.
Desperately show men's tenacity and bloodiness in the face of disasters.
When my relatives finally overturned the mountain on my back
When the cheers of victory resounded through the night sky
My last insistence is just to prove one sentence: I will never give up.
Madame
That moment
My light body is relaxed with happiness.
The soul quietly ascended to heaven.
Don't be sad.
My wife, my relatives.
I used a boulder to press my perseverance for three days and nights and walked on the road to heaven.
The moment my son was born.
Crying will knock on the door of heaven.
Life continues
Hope is extending
Writing Modern Poems: Three Beggars
Life is put in the trash can.
All hope flows in the broken glass;
Scarred hands, trembling rummaging through.
Expose that this is a dirty abandoned well.
The tragedy of life;
The surly fashion is just around the corner, bustling!
Ragged clothes ended the winter in this city,
Dragging the cold night,
A sad moan imitates a sweet conversation.
A nightmare continues in this land.
Beggars with blood and tears,
Dragging a black man's life tragedy
The streets were silent;
Sad eyes, full of bitter expectations,
Expect crowds to come and go.
People who come often,
Can give half a ray of sunshine
Writing Modern Poems about People 4 Cruel Mothers
The fiery heart trembled.
The calm heart lake makes waves.
Great doubts filled his forehead.
Always feel good about yourself
Always rely on yourself, be kind and kind.
Always show off your excellent teaching skills.
Why reward a cruel title?
Curiosity gripped my eyes tightly.
Read carefully
Appreciate it carefully
Every sentence is shocking.
The cruel mother who made handwritten newspaper for the first time refused to help.
You are embarrassed by your clumsy painting and childish writing.
The cruel mother taught you to cook at an early age.
On rainy days, cruel mother won't give you an umbrella.
A cruel mother never helps you check your homework.
A cruel mother won't help you wash clothes.
A cruel mother won't help you send missing items.
A cruel mother taught you independence.
A cruel mother taught you to be strong.
A cruel mother, let you know that everything is on your own.
See these?
A cruel mother is sour at heart.
The cruel mother's eyes were blurred with tears.
Writing Modern Poems 5 My Mother
mother
It's too dark.
I'm lost.
My body hurts.
But I don't have the strength to shout
mother
be frightened out of one's wits
I don't know where I left my schoolbag.
mother
It's too dark.
a little cold
I can't hear my breathing gradually.
I feel sleepy.
People call it heaven.
Everything is too urgent.
I want to feel the temperature in your arms again.
mother
No news from me.
Your heart will be very painful.
mother
Don't cry.
I only took one tear from you.
Let me shine the stars in heaven.
mother
I'm afraid of the dark
mother
Don't cry.
I sleep in the starlight refracted by your tears.
When you miss me
Count the stars.
There will be my twinkling eyes
Just don't sing that song that makes you cry.
Think of mom's words every night.
Lu, tears for you
The stars in the sky can't talk
The mother on the ground wants a doll.
The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers.
Mom's heart is at the end of the world.