Poetry of Grade Three: Yiren _ 150 words

If possible

I think I am a breeze.

Lift gently

Broken hair in Yiren's ear

Speak softly

Tell a love story in detail

gentle breeze

Accompany the Iraqi side

If possible

I think I am a star.

Faint light

Shine on the thin body of Iraqis.

Quiet, don't say a word.

Guardian yiren

star

A long companion next to Iraqis

Yiren yiren

Do not forget your initiative mind.

Yiren yiren

Crazy thinking day and night.

Yiren ah

Have you read me?

Yiren ah

Have you ever understood me?

Yiren yiren

Think of you as a disaster