Emotion is like smoke on the road in winter.
Gray, dirty, yellow and even irritable.
Although I worked hard, I dug this place with a hoe.
No ripe sweet potatoes were found.
Don't talk about poetry, the pastoral of poetry occasionally grows grass.
Occasionally nest for insects
Looking for rice fields full of flowers
From Guangzhou to Dongguan, get off the expressway.
A thorn bird in western Sichuan
Dig 12 poisonous weeds seeds from my back.
I looked up at the sky and smiled, and the river blocked in my heart was dredged.
The torrent rolled eastward.
Not all unhappy people can.
Rescue a bird.
I should thank life.
It likes to stir up trouble.
Didn't push me down the lake of despair.
Pine trees on the top of the mountain
Make every effort to increase the ice pressure.
Still prosperous
Grass by the roadside
Endure loneliness and injury
Open gorgeous flowers optimistically.
White clouds in the sky
The hardships of the journey
Give warmth and sweetness to the earth.
A stream under the ice
Keep an inexhaustible warmth.
With a firm belief, it will continue.
Online wanderer
With a small window all day.
Fingertips spread warm friendship
They are working hard.
All supported by strength.
Have a grateful heart in your chest.
Children moisten the true feelings of the world, how many times they fall asleep with a feeling of happiness, and how many times they think about the future with moved tears.
The last Thursday in June 1 1 is Thanksgiving Day. Although it will be gone soon, a grateful heart and a grateful feeling will always stay in my heart.
People who are always grateful are the happiest, and grateful life is the sweetest.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my parents, because they gave me precious life.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my teachers, because they have given me endless knowledge.
Learn to be grateful-grateful to my friends, because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.
Learn to appreciate-appreciate everything around me, because they give me a harmonious and healthy growth space.
Don't forget to say "thank you"
On the road of our growth, there are too many people to be grateful for. Who do you want to thank most? Write your words of thanks on the thank-you card.
One word is the kindest, one name is the most beautiful, one person is the most grateful, and one person is the most grateful, and that is "mom".
His wrinkles deepened, and she gave me beautiful youth.
His hands are thick, and she gives me warm sunshine.
He bent down and she turned her back on me.
He was dazzled. She gave me her bright eyes.
Facing mother's deep affection and listening to mother's good wishes, we should learn to be grateful, and we should learn to be grateful.
But many times, we are used to receiving this kind of care and take it for granted.
I gradually forgot to be moved and forgot to say thank you. His love is like a cup of strong tea, which needs us to savor carefully.
Let us live a happy life and grow up without worry, which is the wish of all parents. If maternal love is a ship, it will carry us from adolescence to maturity.
Then fatherly love is a sea, which gives us a happy harbor.
If the mother's true feelings ignite the hope in our hearts; Then my father's love will be our sail.
What can I thank you for, my parents!
The love of parents is endless.
We keep all our goodwill in mind.
Gratitude/Black Freedom
A cool evening breeze
There were bursts of late-night bells.
Dying bells
There was the sound of evening prayers.
The towering dome cathedral
Shake gently in the dark
Brick walls in the Middle Ages
Shake it in your head
But never aged.
Just getting old.
A priest in a black robe
And naive little nuns
Put past lives and afterlife on the gambling table.
Find marriage and trust men and women.
Be grateful
At this sacred moment
Put a dazzling aura on everything.
Plating platinum on rotten wood
A treasure box was prepared for mud.
Made a silver box for the rusty sword.
Store strength for a broken bow.
Be grateful
at once
In our hearts
So strong, true and brave
beyond doubt
Give up everything.
An unknown abyss.
who is it?
Spread this holy rain all over the world
Dye the devil's laughter green and blue.
Turn the maggot's peristalsis into a soft wind that smells like musk.
Weave this sacred tenderness all over the world
Is it a gentle little hand
Are they the big eyes of Qiu Shui?
On the way down the mountain
Trampled grass, with a scarred heart
Grateful passers-by
Lord.
I've had enough of you.
Why do you love me?
In the world of leaf worms,
Love is confusing.
Love makes people weak.
Love is painful.
Is the unbearable weight of life.
Is the unbearable lightness of life.
The voice of vespers
Through the dreary night clock
In an empty heart
Thanks for the echo.
The wind that comes and goes without a trace
There is a vast sound blowing.
Grateful, grateful, grateful
Facing the endless eternity.
Die with tears and smiles.
Simulate hate and love